The Ancestral Legacy Begins in the Wild West

Hung Kuen is characterized by its solid stance and powerful, expansive movements. This characteristic was emphasized to Zhang Chang'an many times by the senior students and teachers on his first day of classes at the martial arts school.

A characteristic of martial arts and sports schools is that both teachers and students are very irritable and often resort to fists and kicks to express their opinions.

However, unlike that situation, most of the conflicts and corporal punishments in martial arts schools were due to losing bare-handed against sticks. Before Zhang Chang'an, and even since entering the abnormal timeline, he had never seen an opponent with such amazing arm strength.

"Bang!" Zhang Chang'an stretched out his left arm and took the foreigner's grab head-on. Then he immediately raised his hand and used his right hand, which was holding the blade, to strike the foreigner's right forearm with his elbow.

"Hoo!" Zhang Chang'an's left hand swung, but he still couldn't loosen his grip on his right hand, which remained firmly in his grasp.

That's where the difference lies. The enemies he faced before might not have been less powerful, but those attacks mostly came from bullets or clubs.

The human hand is a very unique entity in nature. If you are caught in close combat and your strength is insufficient to overcome the opponent's, the situation becomes extremely difficult.

However, Zhang Chang'an remained calm in the face of danger. Although he felt some pain in his left arm through the mechanical hand, he was not in a hurry. Instead, he slowly adjusted his breathing and then took a step forward with his left foot.

"Bang!" His left knee slammed straight into the foreigner's right leg.

The leg wound he had just slashed immediately began to bleed even more.

Although the foreigner's mental state was extremely strange, he was still baring his teeth and immediately pulled his right leg away.

This is the opportunity Zhang Chang'an has been looking for.

"Hmph!" Zhang Chang'an exhaled and exerted his strength. His feet, which were firmly planted on the carriage, immediately twisted in place. The power was quickly transmitted to his waist, causing his entire upper body to swing violently.

"Whoosh!" The foreigner was thrown up from the spot.

Although he was still struggling, and being tall and heavy, Zhang Chang'an still managed to pull his feet off the ground and fling them behind him.

"Bang!" The blond foreigner was pulled up by Zhang Chang'an and thrown to the side. Zhang Chang'an moved his feet and the two of them switched positions. The foreigner's back slammed directly into the cargo box containing the horses.

"Boss!" Amidst the still chaotic state of the guest room, a thug from Blood Sand Company shouted in their direction.

Zhang Chang'an clearly saw that the foreigner in front of him, who had already let go of his hand, only twisted his expression for a moment before turning into a wide-eyed, sinister grin.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

While Zhang Chang'an was assuming a horse stance, this guy raised his right fist and slammed it towards him.

Zhang Chang'an had no choice but to step back half a step, letting the strange fist graz his body, and had no chance to continue attacking.

The lower body is another major advantage of Hung Kuen besides its hand skills, and it is also the obvious breakthrough point that Zhang Chang'an has now found.

However, he could indeed use this brief suppression to subdue the guy in front of him; his strange body was still difficult to deal with.

"Whoosh!" The foreigner swung his hand back and grabbed at Zhang Chang'an again.

Zhang Chang'an leaned back, not only dodging the attack but also swinging his right hand and slashing it across his right arm.

But as expected, the sensation from the blade was very strange; the muscles in that arm were incredibly hard. And the subsequent attacks seemed completely unaffected by the blow.

"Bang!" He pulled his hand back, and then a powerful backhand punch knocked him back two steps.

Although this was mainly because he was deflecting the force, and the actual power was not that strong, Zhang Chang'an still felt his arm go numb after several exchanges.

What's more troublesome is that, in that short time, the remaining thugs from the back carriages have clearly chased after them.

So Zhang Chang'an had no choice but to continue retreating, then suddenly turned sideways and kicked the one who was charging at the front of them hard.

Hung Kuen, supporting the foot.

"Bang!" The man brandished his dagger, but Zhang Chang'an was instantly sprung in front of him.

The next moment, his abdomen was hit hard, as if he had been struck by a heavy hammer, and he was thrown backward.

Meanwhile, the people behind them had not yet completely exited the carriage.

"Bang!" The thug went limp and fell back into the carriage, blocking them all in the middle.

Of course, this couldn't delay them for long, so Zhang Chang'an decisively turned his head back to continue facing his greatest threat.

Although it was only a matter of turning around and kicking, the blond-haired foreigner had already dragged his crippled leg and chased after them.

Zhang Chang'an lowered his stance and, facing the fierce and arrogant foreigner, preemptively grabbed his outstretched right wrist.

There was a lot of blood flowing from his arm, but his strength was still astonishing.

However, Zhang Chang'an acted first, giving him a slight advantage.

The steam device in his left hand was constantly burning hot, and suddenly a gust of wind came out of his sleeve.

"Whoosh... Pfft!" The slender impact drill, like a dagger suddenly thrust out, pierced directly and fiercely into the mutated right hand that was being tightly gripped by the mechanical device.

A piece of flesh tore apart, and fresh blood flowed directly down the mechanical device, slowly into Zhang Chang'an's sleeve.

With a large chunk missing from the middle of his forearm, the strength of that arm weakened for a moment.

Zhang Chang'an immediately used his leg strength to press the guy's right hand down to his chest, and then pushed him backward.

"Bang!" The injured foreigner couldn't fight him in place and soon crashed into the cargo box again, cracking the sturdy wooden box.

Zhang Chang'an stood there, immediately raised his right hand, grabbed the bayonet, and thrust it directly at the foreigner's face.

"Pfft!" The gleaming blade sliced ​​through flesh and blood. Zhang Chang'an's right hand trembled slightly as he pressed the bayonet down hard.

Until the foreigner's left hand, pierced by the blade and dripping with blood, gripped Zhang Chang'an's right hand.

He actually raised his left hand, which showed no signs of mutation, and used the pain of having his palm pierced to stop the blade tip in front of him.

"Big shots are really something, able to hire someone like you, all for a horse." The foreigner's hands were severely injured, but despite this, there was still no sign of pain on his face.

"That makes sense, though. A single horse can sell for several hundred pounds. It's for things like that that I'd pull off this!"

Zhang Chang'an's expression was solemn, but he didn't blink once he met the gaze of the person in front of him.

Those who practice martial arts believe that inner strength precedes physical strength and must remain calm and composed. It was precisely because of this attitude that Zhang Chang'an was able to notice the abnormality in this guy.

Countless filamentous substances were clearly seeping out from below his right eyeball.

But those weren't blood streaks; they were all dark blue, one after another.

"Esoteric Buddhism is a path of cultivation that borrows external objects; they draw strength from the starry sky, the sea, and various unusual things in nature."

Blue agate is the brain fluid of the blue brain whale that travels through the starry sea. The Dagon Tantric sect, which mainly operates in the New World, mastered many rituals to elevate one's rank through it.

The Blood Sands Company once destroyed the London branch of the Dagon Cult, a feat achieved through their secret technique, the "Arm of the Stars."

"I have come into contact with a second method of cultivation besides natural cultivation, and I have unlocked the [Rank Assessment] ability."