Quickly conquer the martial arts world, and let your fists dominate the heavens!

Chapter 11 [Fate: Short-Lived Ghost - Black (Can be changed!)]

He spoke casually, as if he were talking about something trivial.

That was certainly true for him.

The Green Gang had over a thousand members in Tianjin, with countless branches, shipyards, and docks. Zhang Laosan was somewhat ruthless; I had met him a few times and knew he was a man who practiced external martial arts, but that was all.

However, the massacre of the entire family was a matter of face, a slap in the face to the Green Gang, which led to the joint trial by three courts.

Logically speaking, once Yuan Wenhui sets the tone, those below should simply follow through. As long as he's in Tianjin, he won't be able to escape for long.

But at this moment, the first man on the left below said:
"Second Master, that person injured someone from the Bajiquan sect. The Sanwu Martial Arts Academy has issued a statement demanding the whereabouts of the murderer and that the matter be resolved according to the rules of the martial arts world."

In the Green Gang's branches, the head of the gang, known as "Old Man," sat on the left, while the second-in-command, known as "Second Master," sat on the right.

Since Bai Yunsheng was not present, Yuan Wenhui, the second gentleman, took charge.

Upon hearing this, Yuan Wenhui put down his teacup, but with a slightly too forceful motion, causing it to shatter into pieces on the ground, spilling tea onto the table.

"Who put it there?" Yuan Wenhui asked.

"Zhao Yuting!"

"Is Huo Diange in Tianjin?"
"I don't know, who knows where he is?"

Silence fell again. After a moment, Yuan Wen replied, "Find that kid's whereabouts first and report back to me. Don't touch him yet."

No one below objected, and after a moment of silence, everyone responded and left.

The Green Gang may seem powerful, but Tianjin is a murky place with many factions and ruthless individuals.

Not to mention the legacy left behind after the defeat of Wang Wu and his group, no one knows how many masters are among the three major internal martial arts schools.

Even Bajiquan, Tongbeiquan, and Chaquan have considerable influence.

Besides the three major internal martial arts schools, the Bajiquan and Jingwuquan schools are the most prominent in Tianjin.

The five most recognized masters in the martial arts world are: Martial Saint Sun, Sword Immortal Li, Divine Spear Li, Great Saber King, and Single Saber Li.

Of these five, three are still alive. It's hard to say who is the best in terms of martial arts, but in terms of killing intent, the sharpshooter Li Shuwen is the most formidable. Whenever he fights someone, the opponent is either killed or seriously injured.

He was hailed as "the best marksman in the world" and was known for his "fierce and direct style, with every strike drawing blood".

Back then, the warlord Yuan wanted to invite Huang Shihai, Li Shuwen's teacher, to be his instructor, but Huang Shihai thought he was too old and let Li Shuwen go instead.

Upon arriving at the military camp, Li Shuwen carried a large spear and went to see the warlord Yuan. Because he was really unremarkable in appearance and as thin as a monkey, everyone burst into laughter after learning that he was Huang Shihai's apprentice.

In particular, Ito Taro, a Japanese instructor hired by warlord Yuan Shikai, not only called Li Shuwen the "sick man of East Asia" but also made insulting gestures.

Li Shuwen didn't speak, he just took action.

He raised his hand and shot Ito Taro, who was immediately enraged and lunged at him with his knife. Li Shuwen flicked his spear tip and easily pierced Ito Taro's throat with "Loach Turns Over". Then, with a flick of the spear tip, he threw the body out of the martial arts hall.

The other three Japanese martial arts instructors immediately rushed forward with their swords to attack, but their attacks were ineffective against Li Shuwen's spear. After only a few rounds of fighting, three more corpses appeared in the training hall.

This was nothing to Li Shuwen, who was a newcomer at the time, but had already shown the courage of a grandmaster.

The Sanwu Martial Arts Academy was established five years ago by his eldest disciple, Huo Diange. This academy's owner is also a legendary figure, not someone who made his way in the martial arts world as a disciple of the Divine Spear.

He was a bodyguard for the last emperor, a man who killed countless people throughout his life and killed Japanese samurai on several occasions.

The Eight Extremes are fierce and explosive, unmatched by any other.

In terms of manpower and followers, all the martial arts schools and sects in Tianjin combined cannot compare to the Green Gang, but when it comes to killing, no one dares to say a word.

At this point, a true master is not a martial arts performer who doesn't draw blood.

They could scale walls and leap across rooftops, travel in brocade robes at night, and the next day their heads would be hanging high above the city gates.

Back then, the Great Sword King and the Single-Sword Li fought countless times.

So to put it bluntly, no one wants to provoke a martial arts master unless absolutely necessary.

It's understandable that Yuan Wenhui would give Huo Diange face.

At this point, the person who caused the trouble returned to the mutton soup restaurant and enjoyed a hearty meal.

This time we ate even more: thirty meat pies and three bowls of mutton soup.

With money, his health improved, he was in high spirits, and enjoyed a hearty meal.

With silver coins tucked in his pocket, he marveled at how quickly money could be made.

As the saying goes, "Murderers and arsonists wear golden belts, while those who repair bridges and roads leave no trace."

The ancients were right. However, Chen Zhan could imagine that the situation he would face afterward would be even worse, but he didn't care.

"Have you heard? A lot of people died in the north of the city last night. I heard that Chief Gao was even hospitalized. I wonder how badly he was injured."

Chen Zhan was almost finished eating when he heard a few people at the next table talking. He slowed down his eating and listened carefully.

"How could I not know? The commotion was so great that the Green Gang and the police searched all night."

"The arrogant Zhang Laosan had his entire family wiped out. Six shots were fired, but not a single one hit him. Was that thief really the reincarnation of Wang Wu, the Great Swordsman?"

The fat man on the bench by the table swung the carrying pole across his side and, with a "thud," placed the basket on the ground.

When people around him looked at him, he said:

"It's unlikely that Wang Wu will come back to life. I think it's more likely that the person who fired the shot was inaccurate."

"If you really had that skill, you could find a job anywhere. Doing murder and robbery is beneath you!"

The other person next to him shook his head and said, "Brother, you've just arrived in Tianjin, haven't you?"

The fat man was somewhat surprised: "My accent is very obvious?"

"It's obvious you have a Baoding accent, hahaha."

"Brother, you have some skill, but you don't know this. This Zhang Laosan has committed many evils, so it's not surprising that he was punished by that person. But it's really astonishing that he ended up running into the deputy chief constable of the police station and was beaten half to death by him."

After the man finished speaking, several people surrounded him, exclaiming in surprise, "Gao Zhenbei was beaten half to death? Really?"

The porters were all shocked to hear this and came over to ask.

Almost everyone in the porters knew Gao Zhenbei. His kung fu was no joke; he dominated the nine wharves of Tianjin. No one dared to cause trouble in front of him. Even the most self-assured porters and laborers had to curry favor with him.

It's not just his identity, it's also because he's really good at fighting!

It's hard to imagine that someone could be beaten half to death in just a few exchanges with such a person.

Then they talked about the Green Gang and the forces behind Gao Zhenbei. These people didn't know anything about it; they were just speculating, saying things like the Green Gang wouldn't let it go easily.

"Purrrrrrrr."

Chen Zhan finished the last bowl of mutton soup in a few gulps, tossed the shopkeeper a silver dollar, took a few dozen copper coins in change, and left the shop.

The shopkeeper hadn't seen a silver coin in a long time, so he rubbed the silver coins together to listen to the sound, while listening to a group of people discussing the martial arts world. He was quite pleased with himself.

Chen Zhan had changed his clothes, his hair was loose, medium-length hair covering his forehead, which looked a bit strange in this era.

He wasn't the type to be unforgettable at first glance; he was more of a delicate and slender man. But his eyes were very beautiful, and even without deliberately staring at people, they looked very expressive.

Those who practice martial arts to the point of perfection will inevitably have bright, sparkling eyes.

A keen eye is the foundation of kung fu.

Chen Zhan had his hair tied up when he committed the crime last night, but now that his hair is down and his face is obscured, it would be difficult for most people to recognize him.

View the sea of ​​knowledge:

[Severely injured Gao Zhenbei of the Bajiquan Sect, 50 points of Luck Devoured!]

My own status:
[Subject: Chen Zhan]

Age: 28

[World: Republic of China]

[Fate: Short-lived Ghost - Black (Can be changed)]

[Life span: thirty-five days]

[Ability: Fist Technique - Hidden Strength]

[Talent: Devouring Fate and Forging Destiny]

[Luck: 60 points]

Note 1: Due to the critical condition, his strength was halved.

Note 2: Talent can steal luck, and destiny can be altered through luck!

A faint smile appeared on Chen Zhan's face, something he hadn't done in a long time.
Finally! It can be changed!

It's strange, though. Back in the modern world, I had 100 points of luck but couldn't change my fate. Now, I only have 60 points but I can.

It can only be attributed to the different worlds, or perhaps the different amounts of luck consumed?
(End of this chapter)