He achieved the pinnacle of martial arts starting with breaking through the limits of Tiger Fist.

The courtyard of the Jiang family's old house in Shaziwan was bustling with activity today, with the aroma of wine and meat wafting out of the gate and onto the street.

Seven or eight square tables were set up in the courtyard. The banquet had not yet started, but many neighbors had already arrived, some to help out and others to chat.

"The Jiang family is really something else! Jiang Ping has become a martial artist; their prosperity is just around the corner!"

"That's right. Look at Chen's third son, he's not even a martial artist yet, and he's already so successful. How could Ping-ge be any less successful?"

Jiang Ping stood in front of the main room, listening to the neighbors' words, and could no longer suppress his laughter.

"What is Chen Sanlang? He's just hanging around in a third-rate gang like the Water Tiger Gang. I've joined the Eagle Claw Sect, and as soon as I joined, I was favored by the sect leader and started as a small leader."

"Ping'er! Come and sit down."

Grandpa Jiang leaned on a jujube wood cane. His eyes, which were originally somewhat cloudy, were bright today, and the wrinkles on his face seemed to have smoothed out.

For the past two years, Old Master Jiang has been scrimping and saving, pouring all his money and resources into this grandson. As a result, he pressured his eldest son and daughter-in-law, and even turned against his eldest grandson. Everyone outside criticizes him for being old and senile, and for being unfair in his dealings.

But who could understand his intentions? Fortunately, his past efforts have finally paid off. Jiang Ping has broken through to become a martial artist and has even joined a large gang like the "Eagle Claw Sect".

Now, everyone in the village praises his insightful vision and foresight. The criticisms he used to receive are long forgotten, replaced by endless envy and resentment.

Jiang Ping's mother's eyes were red, but she couldn't hide her joy. She kept reaching out to straighten Jiang Ping's clothes. This outfit was bought from a clothing store in the city, and it cost three taels of silver.

Jiang Laosan looked at his tall son and grinned, revealing half of his yellow teeth. His son had finally made something of himself.

Not only that, he also gained the favor of the Eagle Claw Sect. Not to mention anything else, this outfit was a congratulatory gift from Master Tan, which shows how much he values ​​his son.

Now let's see if that beast Jiang Lin still dares to be arrogant. Sooner or later, he'll make his son avenge him. He can't let this half-tooth go to waste.

The neighbors weren't fools either. Naturally, they wouldn't mention Jiang Lin in this situation. They just gathered around and kept praising the whole family, whether they meant it or not, since good words don't cost anything.

Just as the Jiang family was being flattered and basked in the glory, a commotion came from outside.

Jiang Ping looked closely and saw that it was the sect leader who had arrived, along with three gang leaders who came to offer their congratulations.

Jiang Ping quickly stepped forward to greet them, then led them into the courtyard and introduced them to everyone.

"Wow, the leader of the Eagle Claw Sect, that's a big shot!"

Although the neighbors were all from the countryside, the Eagle Claw Gang had been rampant in Changning County for so many years and had a great reputation, so the villagers naturally knew of its formidable name.

As the leader of the Eagle Claw Sect, Tan Shi naturally had his own considerations. Recently, the sect has been recruiting a large number of people, and it is trying its best to recruit any martial artist.

He came to the banquet today, perhaps with the intention of spending a fortune to win over the people. In addition, several of the martial artists around him are also newcomers. His actions can be seen as a way to win people's hearts.

Seeing such important figures personally come to their small courtyard to offer their congratulations, the Jiang family members felt even more honored and kept inviting everyone to take their seats.

As the food and drinks were served, the atmosphere in the courtyard became even more lively.

The courtyard had been swept and cleaned up long ago, even the mud walls were spotless. The peonies in the corner seemed to have caught the festive spirit and were blooming exceptionally brightly today.

A loud crash.

Half of the door spun into the courtyard, nearly hitting the group of people drinking.

"Such a joyous occasion, and no one invited me. Do they look down on me?"

Jiang Lin, dressed in a black outfit, stood at the gate with his back ramrod straight, exuding an imposing aura that commanded respect.

"Lin-ge'er, what are you doing?"

Grandpa Jiang exclaimed in surprise, while Jiang Ping, standing beside him, was also red-faced with anger.

Tan Shi, standing to the side, was more discerning than the others. Although he didn't recognize the person in front of him, he could still discern some clues.

This person's imposing presence and sharp edge are rare among martial artists; most martial artists would never possess such majesty.

"Greetings, friend. I am Tan Shi from the Eagle Claw Sect. Today is a joyous occasion for my brothers. Please give me some face and do not cause trouble here."

As soon as Tan Shi spoke, Jiang Ping and the other leaders couldn't help but puff out their chests. Having a big gang as a backer made all the difference; they spoke with confidence.

There were also neighbors around who knew Jiang Lin and knew the reason for the incident. At this moment, they were also secretly worried about Jiang Lin. Getting involved with the Eagle Claw Sect was a big disaster, and he might even lose his life.

It's the Eagle Claw Sect again. I run into them everywhere I go. It's so annoying.

Jiang Lin raised an eyebrow, tilted his head to look at Tan Shi, and slowly said, "Give you face? What face does the Eagle Claw Sect have?"

He'd already killed several waves of Eagle Claw Sect members; it was a fight to the death, so what face was there left to speak of?

Tan Shi's face turned ashen; the other party's words had pushed him to the brink of disaster.

With everyone watching, and seeing how blatantly the other party disregarded the Eagle Claw Sect, he had to make a statement, otherwise he wouldn't be able to explain himself back to the gang.

"You have quite the nerve, daring to oppose my Eagle Claw Sect. Are you tired of living?"

Jiang Lin was too lazy to waste words with him and said directly, "If you don't want to die, get lost, or I won't mind killing a few more dogs."

"Jiang Lin, you've only recently broken through to the Martial Realm, where do you get the audacity to spout such arrogant words?"

Jiang Ping jumped out, clearly having inquired about Jiang Lin's whereabouts, and hurriedly revealed his strength to prevent the Eagle Claw Sect members from backing down.

Tan Shi was indeed fooled. Upon hearing that the young man had just broken through, he felt relieved.

"Damn it, I almost fell for your trick."

Cursing inwardly, Tan Shi was already preparing to make his move.

Having diligently cultivated Eagle Claw Kung Fu for many years, he had already reached the Great Perfection of the Skin Refining Realm. Dealing with a mere upstart who had just broken through was a piece of cake.

Jiang Lin shook his head slightly, deciding not to delay any longer, and stepped into the courtyard, heading straight for Jiang Ping.

Seeing that a conflict was imminent, the guests in the courtyard quickly left their seats to avoid it.

At this moment, only the four members of the Eagle Claw Sect and Jiang Ping remained in the courtyard. Even the Jiang family members had retreated, especially Jiang Laosan, whose lesson of having half of his teeth knocked out last time was still fresh in his mind.

Tan Shi stood at the very front of the four, facing the sharp edge of the approaching enemy.

Jiang Lin strolled over, his gait exuding composure and confidence, languid and slow—not due to illness, but rather to a lack of fear.

The two sides closed in rapidly, and Tan Shi made the first move.

The hand-crafted eagle claw aimed straight for Jiang Lin's throat, a move of extreme ruthlessness.

Jiang Lin had already adjusted his posture as he walked, and when he saw the other party make a move, he also threw a punch.

This punch is powerful, creating a whooshing sound, just like a tiger's roar.

"Aww!"

Upon hearing the commotion, Tan Shi felt a chill run down his spine. Seeing that it was too late to dodge, he had no choice but to change his claws into palms and thrust them towards Jiang Lin's iron fist.

"Bang!"

The fist and palm collided, producing a muffled thud.

How could Tan Shi possibly withstand Jiang Lin's swift punch by changing his move halfway through?

In a single exchange, the difference in skill was immediately apparent.

Tan Shi felt a surge of force spiraling up his arm, causing excruciating pain in his skin, flesh, and tendons wherever it passed.

The punch landed squarely, sending Tan Shi flying backward, crashing into two tables and getting covered in leftover food, looking utterly disheveled.

Jiang Lin stood with his fist raised, and spoke up in mockery.

"Hmph, Eagle Claw Kung Fu, what a great reputation."