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

Lu Jun stood in the crowd, his fists clenched tightly, his nails digging into his palms.

He had spent the most time with Chen Zhan and had witnessed Chen Zhan kill people in Tianjin. Every punch drew blood and every move was deadly; it was a battle in a battlefield of carnage.

At this moment, in the training ground of Huiyou Escort Agency, there was no bloodshed, no killing intent, only two experts at the Core Formation Realm sparring.

This was the first time he had ever seen Chen Zhan's boxing skills, which were so impressive.

After being forced back by the combined attack of the dragon and tiger, Zhang Dianhua's expression changed.

Solemnly.

He realized that the ordinary Twelve Cannon Techniques could not defeat the person in front of him. The opponent's Xingyi Quan was no longer a simple arrangement of the Five Elements Fist and the Twelve Forms, but rather a fusion of different forms into one, changing at will.

He had only seen this kind of skill in one person in his more than sixty years of life.

That person was his master, Song Mailun.

Zhang Dianhua stopped in his tracks.

Fangzhuanbu stopped moving, his body rooted to the spot, his feet firmly planted, as stable as an iron stake.

His hands slowly retracted from the attacking stance, raised, and clasped together in front of his chest.

Place your fists together, with the knuckles facing outwards.

The gesture of cupping hands.

The veteran bodyguards on the sidelines gasped in unison at the sight, one of them blurting out, "Master, three bows!"

"The chief镖头 (chief镖师) is about to use the 'Confucius Three Bows' gesture!"

"I've been with the escort agency for fifteen years, and this is the first time I've ever seen the chief escort use this trick!"

The noise suddenly exploded, then was quickly suppressed. Everyone held their breath, afraid of missing a single detail.

The "Three Bows of the Master" is a unique skill created by Song Mailun.

When the Three Emperors Cannon Fist was passed down to the third generation, Song Mailun fused the three elements of fist training, qi cultivation, and combat skills into one, creating this move, which is also the supreme skill of the Three Emperors Cannon Fist. Only those who have received the true teachings are qualified to practice it.

Zhang Dianhua was Song Mailun's eldest disciple and the only one who fully inherited the master's three-bowing gesture.

First arch.

He clasped his fists together and slowly pushed them forward, the movement being extremely slow, almost indistinguishable from a bow.

But the moment that arch was sent out, the atmosphere in the arena suddenly became a little heavier.

Chen Zhan could clearly feel that Zhang Dianhua's internal energy was compressed into the space between his fists during this arch, like squeezing a bucket of water into a pipe, causing a sudden increase in density and pressure.

The disciples nearby felt a suffocating pressure emanating from the area; some felt a tightness in their chests, while others involuntarily took a step back.

The second arch.

Bring your fists back to your chest, bring them together again, and then push them forward a second time.

The force was compressed and layered on top of the first arch, Zhang Dianhua's face turned slightly red, and the white hair at his temples was blown slightly by the surge of his own blood and qi. The blue bricks under his feet made a slight "creaking" sound, as they were bearing the enormous pressure transmitted from his body.

Chen Zhan's eyes narrowed slightly.

After the first two arches, he was already able to estimate the power of the third arch.

If this move had hit Song Caichen, he would have been seriously injured on the spot.

The third arch.

He brought his fists together for the third time.

Zhang Dianhua's eyes suddenly widened, his pupils flashing with a sharp light. The energy he had accumulated twice churned in his dantian for a moment before he poured it all into his fists.

Transform your fists into palms, push forward with the heels of your palms, and thrust them out forcefully!

No longer as slow as the first two arches, this push was as fast as thunder, from gathering momentum to exploding in just a breath.

An extremely concentrated force burst forth from his palm, seemingly distorting the air. The dust on the ground was pushed aside by the palm wind, and within a three-foot radius of Zhang Dianhua, all the floating dust was swept away, revealing a clean blue brick floor.

Several disciples who were standing closest to the center were thrown back by the aftershocks. Some fell to the ground with a thud, while others were supported by their companions behind them, their faces filled with horror.

"Amazing!"

"This is the Master's three bows."

Guo Yunshen's eyes narrowed to slits, and his body tensed slightly. He could feel the terrifying force behind it.

Concise, profound, and focused, all concentrated on a single point, it is more powerful than a cannonball.

The palm strike went straight for Chen Zhan.

Instead of retreating, Chen Zhan advanced, stepping forward with a Xingyi-style step.

He charged forward to meet the force of the palm strike.

Horse shape.

In the twelve forms of Xingyi, the horse form emphasizes the driving force. The front foot treads on the ground and the back foot pushes off, with the body leaning forward like a stampede of horses. The force travels in a straight line forward, with extremely fast speed and fierce momentum.

But his upper body made an inexplicable movement in the midst of the momentum.

Twist your waist and hips, and let your spine rotate your upper body to the side.

Swallow-shaped.

The Swallow Form is inspired by the swallow skimming across the water, emphasizing agility and the ability to flip and dodge at high speeds, following a light and graceful path, which is the complete opposite of the Horse Form's fierce and aggressive style.

A horse galloping over a swallow.

The two forms are combined into one.

His lower body rushed headlong into Zhang Dianhua's palm strike, while his upper body flipped to the side to avoid the direct impact of the palm strike, his entire body completing a strange spiral in the air.

The lower body lunges forward, while the upper body flips to the side, making it look like a person has been twisted in two, each going its own way, yet somehow perfectly coming back together.

The palm strike of the Master's three-bow gesture swept past his side and struck the courtyard wall three zhang behind him.

"boom--!"

A crater the size of a bowl was blasted open in the courtyard wall, and brick dust fell in a flurry, with broken bricks flying everywhere.

The audience gasped in surprise.

"You avoided it?"

"What kind of movement technique is that? How can the horse form and the swallow form be used together?"

"The Twelve Forms of Xingyi can be used in this way?"

Guo Yunshen had stopped smiling. His expression became extremely serious, his lips were slightly pursed, and his gaze followed Chen Zhan's figure inch by inch, not missing a single detail.

He practiced Xingyi Quan his whole life, and his twelve forms had reached perfection. But he had never mastered the art of combined attacks so skillfully. Two completely opposite forms operated simultaneously in the same body, combining softness and hardness, and integrating movement and stillness.

This is no longer within the scope of Xingyiquan; it represents the highest realm of martial arts.

The Flying Horse allowed Chen Zhan to bypass the front of the Master's three bows and get to Zhang Dianhua's side.

Zhang Dianhua had just finished his three-arched hand gesture and was exhausted, in the middle of the move-out phase.

A master at the Core Formation Realm can recover from a move extremely quickly, with the interval being no more than half a breath, but for Chen Zhan, half a breath is enough.

He did not seize the opportunity to strike hard.

With a change of hand, he used a "snake-like coiling hand" technique, wrapping his arm around the outside of Zhang Dianhua's right arm, from the wrist to the elbow, his five fingers hooking into the gap of the elbow joint, gently pulling and twisting.

The snake-like coiling hand technique uses soft force, without injuring tendons or breaking meridians. It simply disrupts the opponent's center of gravity, causing them to lose their foundation for exerting force.

Zhang Dianhua swayed slightly, his right arm entangled, unable to transfer the force. He took three quick steps to regain his balance, but after struggling twice, the snake-like coiling force on his arm seemed to be permanently attached, impossible to shake off. The two remained locked in a stalemate for a moment.

The entire training ground was extremely quiet; even the sound of the wind rustling through the leaves could be clearly heard.

Everyone could see that the outcome was already decided.

Chen Zhan held Zhang Dianhua's arm without applying any force, simply holding it and waiting for the other party to make his own decision.

Zhang Dianhua tried again, channeling his inner energy into his right arm to try and break free from the snake-like coiling force. However, Chen Zhan's coiling force rotated along with his movements, alternating between advancing and retreating, hard and soft, always sticking to his arm and thwarting all his struggles.

A wry smile appeared on his face.

Lost.

They lost convincingly.

In his more than sixty years of life, apart from his master Song Mailun, he had never had his arm grabbed during a sparring match, and no one had ever been able to counterattack successfully after he used the Master's Three Bows.

He opened his mouth, about to admit defeat.

"good!"

A loud shout erupted from the sidelines as Guo Yunshen strode into the arena, laughing heartily. With one hand on his left and the other on his right, he pulled Chen Zhan away and supported Zhang Dianhua.

"What a magnificent display of 'Horse Treading on a Flying Swallow'!"

After separating the two, he couldn't help but turn back to look at Chen Zhan one more time, shaking his head and sighing repeatedly, "I've practiced Xingyi my whole life, and I can handle the individual uses of the Twelve Forms, but I've never mastered the combined attack technique to such a high level. Brother Sanshui, you've truly broadened my horizons!"

Zhang Dianhua moved his right arm, which had been gripped by the snake-like hand, and felt some soreness in his elbow, but it was not injured.

Chen Zhan's strength was precisely controlled, breaking the center of gravity without injuring the muscles and bones.

That's the most terrifying thing. Chen Zhan was able to hold back when fighting him, which is simply unbelievable.

Chen Zhan chose to let his master, Master, pass by with three bows, which he originally thought was a superb martial arts technique. But at this moment, he had a new idea.

Perhaps Chen Zhan did it on purpose.

It wasn't that he couldn't handle it, but if he took it head-on, and the Master's Three Bows were broken, Zhang Dianhua would be injured, and his appearance would be unpleasant.

He cupped his hands in a respectful gesture towards Chen Zhan, his tone filled with genuine respect and relief: "Brother Sanshui's skill is beyond my wildest imagination. The doors of Huiyou Escort Agency are always open for you."

The entire venue was deathly silent for a couple of breaths before erupting into cheers.

"Great punches! Great skill!"

"Horse Trampling a Flying Swallow! That move is called 'Horse Trampling a Flying Swallow'! I've never seen such a fighting style before!"

"The head镖师 (chief镖师) accepted the three bows of respect; just who is this Mr. Chen?"

The disciples were buzzing with discussion. Some of the younger ones were already imitating Chen Zhan's twisting waist movement. After trying it a couple of times, they almost twisted their own waists, which drew laughter from their companions.

Cheng Shaojiu's brothers were so excited that their cheeks turned red. The fourth brother patted the fifth brother's shoulder, repeatedly saying, "Did you see that? Did you see that?" The fifth brother grimaced from the pats, but he didn't care about the pain.

Lu Jun stood in the crowd, his clenched fist slowly loosening, the corners of his mouth turning up, his eyes shining.

Qin Ming stood beside him, rubbing his hands together, looking quite proud.

After helping Zhang Dianhua up, Guo Yunshen turned around and looked at Chen Zhan, rubbing his hands together, his eyes shining brightly.

"Brother Dianhua is done, isn't it my turn now?"

He cracked his neck, his joints popping, and his feet unconsciously took a half-step in Xingyi Quan. His body leaned slightly forward, and his aura tightened without him even realizing it.

Guo Yunshen, who had been invincible with his Half-Step Bengquan, was now like an old child who had found a worthy opponent, unable to contain his excitement.

"A clash of Xingyi styles, fellow disciples exchanging blows—surely the Sanshui brothers wouldn't refuse?"

Chen Zhan stared at Guo Yunshen for several breaths.

The old man had a full head of white hair, was over sixty years old, and had wrinkles all over his face. When he smiled, he looked like the old grandfather next door.

But Chen Zhan saw clearly the half-step he inadvertently took.

The front foot takes only half a step forward, the back foot follows, the center of gravity shifts from the back leg to the front leg, and the power of the whole body is accumulated and transmitted in this half step.

It's such a simple half-step, but others could watch it their whole lives and still not be able to master it.

Half-Step Crushing Fist, the number one fist in the world.

Chen Zhan's lips slowly curled up.

"I couldn't have gotten it."

Chen Zhan stepped into the center of the arena, looked at Guo Yunshen, and said, "Uncle Guo used Xingyi to instruct me, and I will use Bagua to deal with you. That should be fine, right?"

Guo Yunshen was taken aback, then a hint of surprise appeared in his eyes.

He was acquainted with Bagua Cheng and they often sparred. He had a thorough understanding of the Bagua Palm techniques. Cheng Tinghua's Bagua Palm was one of the best in the martial arts world today. He had fought against Cheng Tinghua's Half-Step Bengquan countless times and rarely won.

Bagua Cheng's martial arts skills were half a step behind.

Unexpectedly, this young man didn't use Xingyi (a form of Chinese martial arts), but instead insisted on using Bagua (another form of Chinese martial arts).

"Alright! Use whatever you like. I only have one move, the Crushing Fist, that'll suffice."

He said it was enough, and he wasn't exaggerating. With a half-step Bengquan (a powerful punch), one move could conquer the world.

Guo Yunshen assumed the Xingyi San Ti stance, with his left foot forward and his right foot back, his weight on his back leg, his front hand extending outwards, and his back hand retracted to his ribs.

It had the same frame as the Three-Body Stance Chen Zhan had set up before, but the flavor was completely different.

Chen Zhan's Three-Body Stance is harmonious and profound; any move can be derived from it.

Guo Yunshen's Three-Body Stance is sharp and concise, with all the power converging on a single line, running from the back foot to the front fist, with a central line running all the way through, all for the purpose of a single punch.

The momentum of the Half-Step Crushing Fist has already been integrated into the Three-Body Stance.

Zhang Dianhua, who had just sat down to catch his breath, became serious again when he saw Guo Yunshen's airs. He whispered something to Song Caichen next to him, and Song Caichen straightened up abruptly, his eyes fixed on the field.

Chen Zhan adopted the starting stance of Baguazhang.

Unlike Xingyi San Ti Shi, Bagua Zhang does not have a fixed frontal stance. The feet are in a ready position with a hooking step and a swinging step. The body is slightly turned to the side, with the hands one in front of the other, palms facing outwards and fingertips pointing diagonally to the sky and earth. The center of gravity of the whole person is not on either leg, but suspended between the two legs, so that it can start in any direction at any time.

The two faced each other, about ten feet apart.

Guo Yunshen didn't wait long before taking that half step.

With the front foot treading the ground and the back foot pushing off, there is only a half-step distance. The body moves forward no more than half a foot, but in the instant that half-step is taken, the power of the whole body is transmitted along a line from the back foot to the waist and hips, from the waist and hips to the shoulders and back, and from the shoulders and back to the fist.

A powerful punch was thrown.

The fist rotates, and a spiraling force runs through it, directly released from the three-body stance, without any gap in the accumulation of power, from accumulation to release is a seamless whole.

The fist whistled through the air with a piercing sound.

Half-step Crushing Fist.

It's not about the number of steps, it's about the effort.

A typical Bengquan (a type of punch) requires a step to transmit power. The force is transmitted through the feet, waist and hips, and shoulders and back. Three accelerations are completed in one step, resulting in a powerful and forceful punch.

When Guo Yunshen was imprisoned, his hands and feet were shackled, and he could only move within a small area, unable to take a single step.

Within that small space, he compressed the force of a single step into half a step, and combined the three accelerations into one. He pushed off the ground, transmitted the force, and delivered the punch, all within half a step.

The force does not undergo the attenuation of the three-stage transmission; it runs directly from the sole of the foot to the fist, fast and fierce, with even greater power than the full-step collapsing fist.

With this half-step, the blue bricks beneath his feet did not shatter, not even a crack appeared. All the force was locked in his fist, not a trace of it leaked to the ground.

Chen Zhan's response surprised everyone. (End of Chapter)