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

The gunshots came from the direction of the dock.

Six gunmen opened fire simultaneously, the muzzle flashes of their rifles flickering in the night, bullets striking the rocks and sending sparks flying, while water jets splashed up from the water's surface.

The fan-shaped crossfire covered the entire landing area, from left to right and from right to left, the dense barrage of bullets turning the water thirty meters in front of the dock into a boiling mess.

I typed for over ten seconds, but there was no response.

There was nothing on the water.

"Cease fire!"

The gunfire stopped.

The smoke dissipated in the night wind. Six men lay prone behind the rocks, staring at the water ahead, their fingers on the triggers.

Nothing at all.

There was no one in sight, no floating corpses, and no bloodstains.

But just now, I clearly saw someone walking on the water, as if on flat ground, moving with incredible speed. Where did that person go?
The waves crashed against the wooden stakes, smoothing out the water droplets that had just been shattered by the bullets.

"Sir, we just spotted someone, but they've disappeared again. The target is still unconfirmed."

No one responded.

At the western end of the island, there were two observation posts. One of them lay prone behind a reef, his neck bent at an impossible angle, his rifle still slung over his shoulder, the safety on.

Another person lay on the gravel ground three meters away, their head caved in, not even having time to turn around.

Chen Zhan stood between the two corpses, his bare feet on the slippery rocks, his clothes clinging to his body, seawater still dripping down.

He looked up in the direction of the low hill.

Under the moonlight, the outline of the bunker was vaguely visible, and many of the island's defenders began to feel fear.

Chen Zhan strode eastward.

There was no sound; bare feet trod on the gravel and mud without making a sound.

South side of the dense forest.

The first group of gunmen on the line of fire had two men leaning against the trunk of a fallen tree, one looking towards the dense forest and the other towards the open ground to the side.

The person looking to the side suddenly died.

He felt a gust of wind behind him, and just as he was about to turn his head, he felt a sharp pain in the back of his neck and lost consciousness.

Chen Zhan struck him on the cervical spine with a swift and clean palm strike, and the gun didn't even fire when he went limp.

Hearing the noise behind him, the other person turned around abruptly and saw Dadang fall down. Looking up, he saw a young face.

Under the moonlight, that face was calm and expressionless.

He opened his mouth to shout, but a finger struck his Adam's apple, and the sound got stuck in his throat. Then he felt a heavy weight on his chest, a slap, and he heard the sound of his ribs breaking. After that, he could hear nothing more.

The second group of gunmen were thirty meters away. The two men heard a noise, not a gunshot, but the dull thud of something falling to the ground.

"Old Zhao?"

no respond.

"Old Zhao, what's going on your end?"

There was no sound in the darkness.

The two exchanged a glance, and one of them lowered his body and crept over there.

He hadn't walked ten steps when he stepped on a hand; Old Zhao's hand was already cold.

The moment he looked down, he was struck on the back of the head.

The remaining man heard his partner fall to the ground. This time, he didn't shout; he just fired.

The muzzle flash of the rifle exploded in the darkness, one shot, two shots, three shots, all hitting the tree trunks and bushes.

The fourth shot was not fired in time.

A hand reached out from the side, grabbed the barrel, and pulled the rifle and the man together.

He was pulled and staggered, crashing into a body as hard as iron, then his chin was struck by an elbow, the sensation of his neck bones shattering traveled up his spine to his brain—that was his last feeling.

The gunshots triggered a chain reaction.

Several other groups of gunmen on the south side of the dense forest opened fire in the direction of the gunshot. Bullets flew across the open area, hitting trees and bushes, and leaves and wood chips fell down in a flurry.

But there was no one in the direction they were heading.

Chen Zhan has retreated back into the dense forest.

He stood behind a large tree at the edge of the dense forest, leaning against the trunk, listening to the gunshots outside.

Within the virtual realm, everything within a hundred paces is within his perception.

Where are the people? How many are they? What are their positions? What is their breathing rate? How fast or slow is their heartbeat? Are their fingers on the trigger or resting on the handguard?

When he emerged from the dense forest, he seemed to merge into the void, oblivious and unaware.

The third group, two people, died.

The fourth group consisted of two people. One died before firing his gun, and the other fired a shot, missed, and also died.

The fire line on the south side of the dense forest was cleared within three minutes.

Eight people, in four groups, and not one of them could see the killer's face clearly.

From the direction of the bunker.

Chen Zuyan stood behind the lookout point of the bunker, looking towards the south side of the dense forest.

There were sporadic gunshots over there, lasting less than a minute, and then it went quiet.

He picked up the phone, shook it twice, but there was no signal.

"The telephone lines are broken," the communications soldier next to him said. "The ones towards the docks are broken too, they're all broken."

Chen Zuyan put down the phone and glanced at the person next to her.

Inside the bunker were two machine gunners, a communications soldier, and three martial arts masters from the Green Robe Society. Outside the bunker, there were more than a dozen gunmen scattered around the low hills, along with two other members of the Green Robe Society.

The Qin brothers were not present.

Five minutes ago, when the first shot rang out from the direction of the dense forest, Qin Zhun glanced at Qin Heng. The two of them did not speak, but went down the hill one after the other and headed towards the dense forest.

Chen Zuyan did not stop them.

"Everyone retreat to the low hill and abandon the outer positions," he said to those around him, his voice not loud, but steady.

The orders were relayed outwards by shouting, but in some directions, no one was responding.

East side of the dense forest.

It was a rocky area, with stones ranging in size from half a person's height to about the size of a fist. The rocks were covered with moss and weeds, making it so slippery that it was difficult to stand on them.

When Chen Zhan emerged from the dense forest, Qin Zhun was already waiting there.

Moonlight shone through the gaps in the clouds, illuminating Qin Zhun's face. He wore a black short jacket, his hands hanging naturally at his sides, his aura restrained, and he resembled a sword yet to be drawn.

Qin Heng was crouching five steps behind him on the right, behind a large rock, with his right arm slightly tucked in and his left hand outstretched, palm down.

The two men sandwiched Chen Zhan in the middle, one in front and one behind, a classic encirclement formation.

Chen Zhan stopped, looked at Qin Zhun, and then turned his head to look in Qin Heng's direction.

"We knew you were here."

Qin Zhun didn't reply, but took action immediately.

He took a step forward on the gravel, and as his foot landed, he twisted his foot, his hips snapped together, and the force traveled up from the sole of his foot, through his knee, over his hip, to his waist. With a twist of his spine, he sent his entire arm flying.

Xingyi Bengquan (形意崩拳).

The simplest punch in the Five Elements Fist is also the most ferocious.

Xingyiquan is the most widely spread among the people. It has various names, such as Xingyiquan, Xinyiquan, and Xinyi Liuhequan. The main reason for this is that it has spread so widely that it has been modified by generations of masters, which has led to its current popularity.

It has almost become a folk skill, especially in the north, where almost everyone knows a few tricks.

However, the two were unaware that the person before them was the unparalleled master of Xingyi Quan in the present day.

Qin Zhun feinted with his front hand, then launched a real attack with his rear hand. His fist twisted, so that when he threw the punch, the knuckles faced upwards, but at the end, the knuckles turned inwards. This twisting force could send hidden energy into the opponent's body, penetrating the skin and flesh and directly injuring the internal organs.

The Crushing Fist of the Core Formation Realm originates from the ground, penetrating segment by segment. A single punch carries the weight of the entire body and the internal energy propelled by blood and qi; even an ancient tree that requires two people to embrace can be shattered with a single blow. As the fist's wind arrived, Qin Heng simultaneously moved from the flank.

His footwork was different from Qin Zhun's; instead of rushing forward in a straight line, he moved in an arc, using a mud-walking step, with his front foot touching the ground as he waded forward, followed by his back foot, all silently.

The left palm makes a horizontal cut, with the five fingers together and the edge of the palm like a knife, cutting through the gap between the waist and ribs.

The variation of the Pi Quan (劈拳) is the first of the five elements in Xingyi Quan (形意五行). Metal overcomes Wood, and Pi Quan overcomes Beng Quan (崩拳). The two brothers, one Beng and one Pi, combine their mutually reinforcing and restraining forces, leaving the opponent with less than half a breath to react.

They worked together extremely well.

Chen Zhan took a half step back with his right foot.

With only half a step, his body slightly to the side, and his shoulder turning less than three inches, Qin Zhun's crushing fist grazed past his chest. The wind from the fist brushed against his clothes, causing the fabric to tremble.

At the same time, he raised his right hand, palm facing outward, and placed it on the edge of Qin Heng's palm as it cut across.

Qin Heng's palm edge struck the base of his palm, the force of the chopping fist flowing in along the contact surface. This palm strike was enough to split gold and shatter stone, penetrating defenses and striking into internal organs.

The force entered Chen Zhan's palm, seeping in silently like water poured into sand.

Qin Heng's pupils contracted slightly.

I've practiced Xingyi Quan my whole life and fought countless people with my splitting fist, but I've never experienced this feeling before.

The force penetrated, but the opponent's body was like a bottomless abyss, swallowing all his strength without moving an inch, and he couldn't even feel any fluctuations in his qi and blood.

Both of them failed at the same time.

Qin Zhun continued his footwork without stopping. After shifting his body, he stomped his right foot, twisted his body in place, swept his elbow horizontally, and then thrust his knee upward.

This is a close-quarters fighting style. If the collapsing punch misses, immediately turn close. Elbows, knees, shoulders, and hips are all weapons, not giving the opponent a chance to create distance.

His elbow strike was fast and ruthless, sweeping past Chen Zhan's ribs with a twisting, hidden force.

Chen Zhan slammed his waist and hips together, then lowered his right elbow, sinking his shoulder and dropping his elbow, with the elbow tip pointing downwards, precisely blocking the path of Qin Zhun's elbow strike.

The tips of their elbows touched.

The dull thud of bones hitting bones.

Qin Zhun's entire right arm went numb, from his elbow to his shoulder, as if he had been whipped horizontally by an iron rod. He gritted his teeth and suppressed the numbness, continuing to thrust his knee forward.

Chen Zhan also raised his knees.

The same movement, the same angle, the same timing—the two knees collided in mid-air.

Another muffled sound.

Qin Zhun took a half step back, his heel slipping on the gravel, while Chen Zhan stood still, the gravel beneath his feet remaining completely undisturbed.

Same moves.

The same way of exerting force.

Same angle and timing.

But the results were completely different, and the difference was immediately apparent.

Qin Zhun's Bengquan (Crushing Fist) involves the force traveling from the soles of the feet to the fist, passing through five joints: the knee, hip, waist, shoulder, and elbow. Each joint loses a layer of force, and a skilled practitioner can retain 70% of it by the time it reaches the fist.

The Embracing Elixir Realm has reduced the loss of joint conduction to an extremely low level, but there is still some loss after all.

Chen Zhan followed the same path, moving up from the soles of his feet to the knuckles, through five joints, layer by layer.

But he suffered no loss.

The force travels from the soles of the feet to the fist, and the force remains at its full strength on the fist without any loss of power.

The force is transmitted from one end to the other through every joint, every inch of fascia, and every meridian, without dissipation or leakage.

He saw God's incorruptible body, perfectly flawless, as if it were a miracle.

Qin Heng used this opportunity to circle back from the flank. This time, he changed his approach, no longer using the chopping fist, but instead using the drilling fist.

The fist punched upwards, following the midline from the jaw to the bridge of the nose, while the left hand scooped in from the outside, making a horizontal punch. With one punch and one horizontal punch, both hands struck out simultaneously, blocking Chen Zhan's dodging space on both sides.

Chen Zhan also threw a drilling punch with his right hand.

The exact same drilling punch.

The fist moves from bottom to top, along the center line, with the knuckles twisting. The force travels from the waist and spine, the chest is slightly concave and the back is straightened, and the breath sinks to the dantian, sending the power of the entire back through the spine to the fist.

Xingyi Drilling Fist, like water, is characterized by its surging, wave-like power, flowing from bottom to top and unstoppable.

The two punches clashed.

Fist against fist, joint against joint.

"Bang bang bang—!"

A terrifying sound, bones snapping. The tendons of a master of Dan Jin are even more resilient and powerful than those of a cow, and their snapping is even louder.

As Qin Heng's fist was deflected, the powerful force traveled up his wrist, through his forearm, elbow, and upper arm, all the way to his shoulder.

All the way.
Broken several big tendons!

His right arm was already injured. Ye Ningzhen had shot him twice in the past. The bones had been set, but the tendons and veins hadn't fully recovered. This shock caused the old wound to burst open, and a sharp pain shot from his shoulder to his fingertips. His five fingers instantly lost their grip strength.

But Qin Heng's left-handed horizontal punch was still on its way.

He had gathered all his strength for this punch, his blood and qi surging into his left arm, and his internal energy was compressed into two layers on the surface of his fist. If it hit the opponent's ribs, it could break three ribs.

Chen Zhan also used a horizontal punch.

The same horizontal punch, the same angle, the same force path.

Two horizontal punches met.

This time, Chen Zhan did not confront him directly.

The moment his fist made contact with Qin Heng's fist, it turned slightly, changing from facing directly to cutting sideways, like a knife slicing across from the side, diverting the force of Qin Heng's horizontal punch outward by half an inch.

Half an inch.

Only half an inch of offset.

But this half-inch caused Qin Heng's force to shift, and the power of his horizontal punch slid past Chen Zhan's ribs, grazed his clothes, and flew out, completely missing its mark.

Qin Heng took a step forward.

The consequence of missing a punch is that the center of gravity leans forward, the force has no place to land, and the whole person is carried forward by their own strength.

Normally, with his strength, he could easily control it.

But now, the world's number one expert is eyeing them covetously.

Chen Zhan made his move the instant Chen Zhan leaned forward.

With his left hand, he grabbed Qin Heng's left wrist and pulled it back, using the force of Qin Heng's forward momentum to draw him diagonally downwards. Using this force against him, Qin Heng's body followed this pull and fell downwards.

With his right palm facing down, he patted Qin Heng's back.

With this palm strike, Qin Heng seemed to hear a dragon soaring into the sky, roaring across the land.

The main keel is exerting force.

The force originates from the coccyx, travels up the spine, and then through the Mingmen point, Jiaji point, and Dazhui point. Each vertebra vibrates in turn, and the entire spine, like a dormant dragon, suddenly awakens, releasing the accumulated power from the palm.

The force is layered upon layered, like ocean waves. As soon as the first layer of force enters, the second layer follows, and the third layer is right behind.

It pierced through the skin and flesh, penetrated into the internal organs, and shattered all the remaining qi and blood in the five internal organs.

Qin Heng's body arched violently under the blow, like a bow bent backwards. His mouth opened wide, and a mouthful of blood mist spurted from his throat, appearing dark red in the moonlight.

He was sent flying backward, crashing into a rock. His back struck a sharp edge, the dull thud of his ribs breaking mingling with the sound of his back hitting the rock.

He slid down and leaned against a rock, his eyes still open, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, his chest heaving violently, his breathing hissing and leaking.

His lung was punctured.

He looked at Chen Zhan.

There was no resentment in their eyes, only fear and disbelief. They had barely exchanged ten blows when the two brothers were ganging up on them.
Is this a person?
Is this the best in the world?

The pupils slowly dilated, and then the body stopped moving.

"Big Brother!" (End of Chapter)