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Chapter 24 Considering the Big Picture? I am the big picture!

The skill in this Xingyi Twelve Forms was beyond the comprehension of those present.

The Twelve Forms of Xingyi imitate animals to compensate for the limitations of the human body and enhance the combat effect, but ultimately, humans are not animals.

No matter how well you master the eagle form, you can't fly; no matter how strong you are at the horse form, you only have two legs.

This is a human limitation; being able to glean a trace of true meaning from the actions of animals hunting and apply it to martial arts already makes one a top-tier Xingyi Quan master.

But Chen Zhan's "Old Cat Arching Back" move has gone beyond what is anatomically human.

The curvature of the spine in the back is terrifying, like a shrimp that has been put into a hot pot.

This Xingyi move, "Old Cat Arches Back, Spiritual Monkey Crouchs!" is a stroke of genius, instantly and without injury, taking away one of Chiba Shiro's arms!

Sun Yulong and Zhao Yuting, who were below, were startled awake by what they saw.

"A master of Xingyi!"

"It's him!"

The two exchanged a glance and instantly understood what they were familiar with. Chen Zhan looked very different from the portrait, not to mention his hair and the different martial arts styles he used.

They didn't think about who the perpetrator was that night.

Moreover, they never expected that Chen Zhan, who was wanted by the police, would dare to swagger into the Jingwu School and even step onto the fighting stage!
Huo Diange, standing to the side, asked in confusion, "You know them?"

Sun Yulong explained, "Yes, this person should be the expert who injured Junior Brother Gao a few nights ago."

Huo Diange knew about this, but had never seen Chen Zhan's portrait. He asked, "Isn't he said to be a master of both Xingyi and Taiji?"

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The three then looked at each other and gasped.

Xingyi, Tai Chi, and Bagua are the three major internal martial arts styles.

It possesses both qualities, and is combined into one.
Huo Diange experienced countless things in his life and knew many famous masters of the previous generation. In his early years, he followed Li Shuwen and met top masters such as Wang Wu with his broadsword, Guo of Xingyi, and Cheng with glasses, so he naturally had a lot of experience.

Even so, I was still shocked.

It is precisely because of his broad knowledge that he understands how difficult it is to gather the martial arts skills of the three major internal martial arts schools in this era.

There should only be one left in this world!
“But he previously said he was a successor of Sun-style Tai Chi,” Sun Yulong casually remarked from the side.

Zhao Yuting knew about it, but this was the first time Huo Diange had heard it.

"What did you say? Sun-style Tai Chi?" Huo Diange stared intently at his disciple Sun Yulong with his large, wide eyes.

“That’s right. Chen Zhan introduced himself as a practitioner of Sun-style Tai Chi. Does Master know that?” Sun Yulong asked.

Huo Diange shook his head, unsure how to explain, but his identity was basically confirmed.

He didn't know about Sun-style Tai Chi, but he knew all too well about Tai Chi masters surnamed Sun.

Sun Lutang!
The contemporary martial arts saint, Tiger Head Young Guardian!
According to seniority, Sun Lutang and Li Shuwen were of the same generation, but it is difficult to determine their seniority. After all, Sun Lutang was never stingy with his martial arts skills and was never ashamed to ask questions of those less knowledgeable. Even in his fifties, he could still serve the bedridden Tai Chi master Hao Weizhen like a primary school student.

It was only so that he could teach her Tai Chi after he recovered from his illness.

It should be noted that Hao Weizhen was only a few years older than Sun Lutang, and they were of the same generation. At that time, Sun Lutang was already famous in the martial arts world and was invincible.

But Sun Lutang didn't care about his status at all, and served Hao Weizhen like a junior.

Sun Lutang was a martial arts saint, but even more so, a martial arts fanatic.

Sun Lutang mastered the essence of three martial arts schools, so it wouldn't be surprising if Chen Zhan was Sun Lutang's junior disciple.

"You challenged him in the newspaper?" Huo Diange asked Zhao Yuting.

Zhao Yuting felt uneasy under his master's gaze, but he was not afraid.
“That’s right, he injured Junior Brother Gao. Although I also disapprove of Xiao Gao’s bullying behavior in the police station, he is still a member of our Bajiquan Sect.”

Huo Diange nodded. He naturally wouldn't blame his disciple. No matter how famous Sun Lutang was, Li Shuwen was still alive and might not be afraid of him.

Moreover, in a fair fight, everyone bears the consequences of victory or defeat, and all martial arts practitioners are aware of this.

"Call me when the time comes."

Zhao Yuting and his companion were overjoyed and whispered, "Master, don't worry."

With Huo Diange in charge, there will be no major casualties regardless of the outcome, which is naturally a good thing.

As the group talked, the battle on the stage was nearing its end.

Chen Zhan gained the upper hand with just one move, but in a battle between top masters, the outcome can be decided in an instant.

The moment he bent over, he had already twisted Chiba Shiro's right arm to pieces. The force of the "Entangling Wrist Lock" made the veins on his arm bulge and purple blood flow.

With a quick pull, Qianye Bai was uncontrollably pulled a step forward by Chen Zhan.

Then came a fierce, explosive knee strike!
Tiger pounces on the knee!
Chen Zhan pounced like a tiger, stepping forward and simultaneously raising his knee to thrust forward, using the explosive force of his forward lean to...
"Steps follow the knees, power originates from the waist."

With only one arm, Chiba Shiro was naturally unable to defend himself and was struck in the upper abdomen with a knee, causing his internal organs to churn violently. He was instantly severely injured and spat out a mouthful of blood.

Chen Zhan turned halfway to the side, and the blood only sprayed onto the side of his robe. The bloodstains on the gray robe resembled blood plum blossoms.

Without giving him any chance to breathe, he strode forward and arrived in front of him in one step. Qianye Bai, who was at his limit, felt Chen Zhan's surging killing intent and was somewhat frightened. He quickly uttered a sentence.

"Wait! You can't kill me! If you kill me, all of you peasants will die!"

These words, coupled with his twisted arm, and the blood all over his handsome face, white clothes, and the ground, made him look even more ferocious.

Even now, in such a sorry state, he still has confidence in himself.

That was an unparalleled confidence in one's own identity.

Confidence in Japan's national strength.

This reflects the confidence that the Chinese people have dared not speak out against their anger and have always been tolerant for more than 20 years.

Previously, Sun Yulong didn't dare to go all out against Xiao Tianquan, even though his status was dozens of times higher than Xiao Tianquan's!
On the second floor of the teahouse, Oda Izumi suddenly stood up and said urgently, "Sir, don't make a mistake! Considering Mr. Chiba's status, please think about the bigger picture and don't ruin your own life!"

Oda Izumi hesitated for a moment but still didn't reveal his specific identity, though he believed Chen Zhan already understood.

The members of the Jingwu School were also on tenterhooks.

To be honest, in the Japanese concession, you couldn't kill a Japanese person, no matter who won or lost; the consequences would be unbearable.

Although there were still five foreign concessions in Tianjin, Japan was the most powerful. Japanese soldiers and samurai ran rampant in Tianjin, and no one dared to provoke them.

Even if the matter goes to the police station, due to "extraterritoriality," Japanese people are completely free from legal constraints, and even if they commit a crime, they can only be tried by their own consul.

Therefore, in the past, various heinous incidents, even those involving murder in the street or dragging people away in the street, were often dealt with only by the weak ruling party, with the Japanese consulate issuing only "minor punishments" or letting the matter drop.

Huo Dongge was struggling with his feelings. He desperately wanted Chen Zhan to beat Qian Yebai to death, but he couldn't help but consider the situation.

Jingwu School is located in Tianjin, and his family is also in Tianjin. He will need to make a living in Tianjin in the future. Having killed a Japanese, and being of this status, he will find it difficult to move an inch in the future and will inevitably face all kinds of difficulties.

"Hey, Brother Chen, please go easy on him. Consider the bigger picture!"

Multiple parties tried to dissuade them.

Chen Zhan's left hand was still gripping Qianye Bai's twisted right arm, and blood was dripping onto the ground.

"Hehe, you won today!"

"But you can only win this once, while I can lose countless times. If I win just once, you will die without a burial place."

Chiba Shiro's body was already exhausted, but he still had the strength to speak. Martial artists at the Dark Force level have strong vitality; an ordinary person would have been unconscious long ago if they suffered such an injury.

Chen Zhan, expressionless, leaned close to Qianye Bai's ear:

"You think you've got me figured out?"

Although Chiba Shiro's face was deathly pale, it was filled with a maniacal smile.

"if not?"

"You're a good fighter, but what good is being a good fighter if you can't fight against guns and cannons? Of course..."

"Why don't you join my ranks? You'll have everything you could want—fame, fortune, and power. It'll be much better than what you're living now."

Chiba Shiro was in a state of madness, his body trembling uncontrollably from the pain, yet still excited.

Chen Zhan listened quietly to him without interrupting, and said calmly, "It's a pity you don't understand."

Chiba Shiro keenly sensed the calmness in Chen Zhan's tone and asked, puzzled, "Don't understand what?"

"You don't understand people like me."

Chen Zhan didn't wait for his reply. He let go, and Qianye Bai's body trembled. He tried to support himself, but he was struggling and was about to fall to the ground.

"Someone like me doesn't understand the big picture, or rather, I am the big picture!"

"Let me take you back to the second floor."

Chen Zhan's voice was like a demonic chant, and Qianye Bai instantly felt an even stronger killing intent than before.

In his terror, he saw a person in his eyes, but it wasn't a person; it was an "old brown bear!"

With shoulders relaxed, elbows drooping, chest slightly concave, and body half-squatting, the body sinks down and the center of gravity lowers, like an old bear crouching on the ground.

Then Old Xiong suddenly stood up, his thick and powerful strength pouring all over him.

The bear crashed into a tree!

The Xingyi Old Bear, with its most robust and powerful strength, squeezed against Qianye Bai's chest with a sickeningly loud squeezing sound. How could anyone withstand such immense force?

Chiba Shiro, like a fallen leaf scattered by the autumn wind, drifted off the stage, traced an arc, and fell straight into the second floor of the teahouse.

(End of this chapter)