Republic of China era: A hundred-year-old still practicing martial arts? Is that right?

"You think you can take me on?" Zhu Ji raised his fist again, a grin spreading across his face, his eyes full of amusement.

Among the instructors watching from below the ring, Gu Yanqiu's brows furrowed slightly as he discerned the essence of Zhu Ji's boxing style:

"The Zhang Family's Four-Sided Fist!"

Lin Ji's ears twitched slightly as he took in Gu Yanqiu's words.

"Four-Sided Fist?"

"This boxing technique sounds quite simple."

Just as Lin Ji was gathering his thoughts, he heard Li Jingzhi's voice:

"Sifangquan is the basic boxing style of the Fang family. It's not particularly powerful, but it's acceptable to teach it to outsiders."

"Isn't it a bit unreasonable for Zhang Shijie to specifically use this technique to counter Bai Xiaonian's Chuishan Fist?"

"After all, the two styles of boxing are from the same source, so there's no question of them being mutually exclusive, right?"

"Does Zhang Shijie intend to defeat Bai Xiaonian by relying on Zhu Ji's three years of experience in skin refining?"

Gu Yanqiu did not respond. Lin Ji turned his head to look and found that Gu Yanqiu's brows were slightly furrowed, as if he had something to worry about.

Bai Xiaonian's eyes were filled with seriousness. His previous punch was merely a test; now, as he re-assuming his fighting stance, he was truly going all out.

"Me!"

"Let me see just how much your family's martial arts foundation, built on the foundation of medicine, really is."

As soon as he finished speaking, Bai Xiaonian pounced out, his movements incredibly fast, unlike someone who had only just entered the Skin Refining stage.

The audience below the stage were suddenly taken aback.

Steward Wang, standing beside Lin Ji, whispered:

"What kind of boxing is this? When did Bai Xiaonian learn the boxing techniques from outside the martial arts hall?"

Lin Ji looked up.

The way Bai Xiaonian swung his fist on the stage was not the stance of Chuishanquan (垂山拳).

However, the way the punches are delivered and the flow of Qi and blood in the meridians are still based on the essence of Chuishan Fist.

"You little rascal, I was just adjusting your power generation and breathing rhythm, not telling you to secretly learn how I punch!"

On the ring, Bai Xiaonian threw a hook punch, the angle was fierce and tricky, and the punch was extremely powerful.

The fist slipped through the gap in Zhu Jijing's moves and penetrated his body.

"boom!"

He punched Zhu Ji in the side.

"Little New Year is amazing!"

The underprivileged teenagers in the audience erupted in cheers.

Bai Xiaonian continued to throw punches.

Take advantage of his illness and kill him.

Three punches pierced through Zhu Ji's defenses and slammed into the same spot between Zhu Ji's ribs.

The blow caused Zhu Ji to stumble backward, his face turning deathly pale.

"So this is what scions of noble families are like!"

"No matter how good your foundation is, it's useless to give you any amount of precious medicine."

Bai Xiaonian's fighting spirit grew stronger with each blow, his gaze fixed on his opponent with an unusually sharp intensity, flashing with piercing light.

I don't know.

Bai Xiaonian's two words were more hurtful than the fist in his hand, piercing Zhu Ji's ears like needles.

The Zhu family, relying on the Zhang family, barely managed to make a living in Jiangcheng.

It was already quite an achievement that they were able to provide the medicine to nurture him, the eldest son of the Zhu family.

However, his physical abilities were limited, and even though the Zhu family patriarch tried his best to prepare a medicinal soup to strengthen his bones and muscles every week during his leave, it was to no avail.

Driven by the drugs, it took him three years to complete the skin-refining process, and he only vaguely touched the threshold of meat-refining at the end of last month.

Now, not only was he being punched several times by Bai Xiaonian, a poor peasant who had only been practicing skin refining for less than a month, but he was also suffering psychological humiliation. He clenched his teeth tightly, a trace of bloody sweetness overflowing from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were filled with overwhelming resentment as he looked at Bai Xiaonian.

Lin Ji, sitting in the audience, noticed Bai Xiaonian's clues.

This kid didn't learn the tricks he used in his demonstration at all.

Instead, he learned the tricks of the trade by fighting with rich kids in his daily life.

In order to avoid suffering a major loss in fights, he always strikes ruthlessly and cunningly, targeting his opponent's weaknesses.

At this moment, combined with the essence of Chuishan Fist, this "turtle fist" used in daily fights became surprisingly effective.

Just as Bai Xiaonian was about to land another punch to end the match completely...

Suddenly, Gu Yanqiu's exclamation rang in Lin Ji's ears:

"not good!"

Lin Ji suddenly looked up, his pupils shrinking sharply.

All I saw was...

The blue energy cluster inside Zhu Ji's body suddenly contracted.

It suddenly coalesced into half of what it was originally.

The blue color in the chest cavity was almost tangible.

Then he threw a punch steadily.

This punch had no set pattern, no unexpected twists, yet it landed squarely on Bai Xiaonian's chest.

"puff!"

Bai Xiaonian spat out a mouthful of blood and flew backward, crashing onto the edge of the arena with a "boom".

Bai Xiaonian clutched his chest, struggling to sit up, and looked in surprise at the boy in the distance whose eyes were filled with murderous intent.

Zhu Ji's punch just now was incredibly fast.

He didn't even see the other person's punching motion before he took a solid punch to the chest.

"A secret technique?"

Gu Yanqiu's low gasp reached Lin Ji's ears once again.

Lin Ji's brows furrowed slightly.

This secret technique is the same as that of the Zhang family's guest.

Lin Ji glanced at Bai Xiaonian beside him, a hint of concern rising in his eyes.

Bai Xiaonian wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and stood up again.

Seeing the boy assume his stance again, Lin Ji felt a slight tightening in his heart, and muttered to himself:

"This secret technique doesn't last long; as long as we stall for time, we can easily win."

"It's just that Xiao Nian is straightforward and chivalrous, and when the other party takes advantage of him for nothing, how can he not think of getting it back?"

It was just the boy in front of me.

The recklessness that Lin Ji had imagined did not occur.

Surprisingly, he deliberately kept a distance from the other party and did not rush forward.

Zhu Ji took steady, square steps, yet his speed was extremely fast.

In just a few steps, he pushed Bai Xiaonian to the edge of the ring. Without any further movement, he raised his fist and smashed it straight at Bai Xiaonian.

Bai Xiaonian did not dodge as expected.

He twisted his body and fell to the ground, then stretched out his hands to hug Zhu Ji's legs. With a sudden burst of strength, he and Zhu Ji both fell to the ground.

The two instantly started fighting, which looked like a street brawl to onlookers, with each throwing punches and kicks at the other.

He looked at the crowd below the stage, all of whom were dumbfounded.

"This kid stumbled upon a lucky break."

Gu Yanqiu smiled slightly, a gentle smile playing on his lips.

"Sifangquan emphasizes borrowing force from the ground. Without borrowing force, Zhu Ji cannot unleash the power of Sifangquan at all, wasting the time of the secret technique."

The two exchanged about ten punches.

Bai Xiaonian's already purplish cheeks were swollen high, and his lips were also curled up, making him look like a big sausage.

Zhu Ji was not doing well either; his shirt was rubbed against the ground and lifted up, revealing large patches of dark purple between his ribs.

"Snapped!"

During the scuffle.

Zhu Ji suddenly seemed to lose consciousness; his raised fist fell limply and struck Lin Ji's face with a crisp sound.

Then, subconsciously, he slowly lifted up and slammed down again, limp and lifeless.

"The time for the secret technique has arrived!"

Lin Ji muttered to himself.

On the opposite side of the arena, Zhang Shijie, a wealthy young man, looked at the boy on the stage with a cold expression and coldly cursed him:

"waste!"

Wang Meng, standing next to Gu Yanqiu, had a grim expression and was muttering curses under his breath:

"This is utter nonsense! What kind of martial arts is this? It has absolutely no martial arts etiquette! How is this any different from that of street thugs!"

"This match violated the rules of the Martial Arts Academy and is therefore invalid!"

Gu Yanqiu lowered his brows, his face becoming even more heroic, his eyes fixed on Wang Meng:

"A win is a win, what's wrong with that!"

"Instructor Wang, there should be a limit to favoritism!"

Wang Meng glanced at Gu Yanqiu beside him, and seeing the hidden energy emanating from Gu Yanqiu's body, he couldn't help but shudder. He raised an eyebrow:

"Then I, Wang, will do as you say, to give Instructor Gu face."

Just then.

A loud shout came from the arena.

Everyone looked over.

Bai Xiaonian completely gained the upper hand, pounced on Zhu Ji, and roared loudly.

"Breakthrough!!"

In the audience, Si Tianhu, who was standing next to Zhang Shijie, stammered.