In years of famine and drought, their village even rejected fatty meat.

Although Chen Cheng is rather straightforward, he has been exceptionally strong since childhood. No one in the entire Chen Family Village can compare to him in terms of strength. Even Chen Da, the strongest fighter in the village, is far inferior to Chen Cheng in terms of sheer power. Chen Cheng is the undisputed king of strength in the entire Chen Family Village!

But this mighty strongman... was completely defeated by Chen Dao in the contest of strength!

Although Chen Dao was suspected of launching a sneak attack and lacking martial ethics, Chen Cheng knew that even if Chen Dao hadn't attacked, he probably wouldn't have been able to withstand that power.

Chen Cheng couldn't quite accept that Chen Dao, who was only 15 years old, was stronger than him, the strongest man in Chenjia Village.

"Chen Cheng is indeed exceptionally talented."

Chen Dao looked at Chen Cheng, who was standing on the ground with a blank stare, and thought to himself.

He now possesses a combined strength of 300 jin in each arm, which is quite formidable even among ninth-rank martial artists. However, pulling Chen Cheng down required him to use only 50% of his strength, indicating that... Chen Cheng's arm strength is probably no less than 100 jin.

The fact that someone who has never practiced martial arts possesses superhuman strength in their arms can only be described as extraordinary talent.

"Rice Brother".

After a moment of stunned silence, Chen Cheng got up from the ground and couldn't help but ask, "How can you be so strong?"

"Because I am a martial artist."

Chen Dao replied, "Martial artists have abundant qi and blood, which nourishes their bodies, so their strength is naturally extraordinary."

"Martial artists are that powerful?"

"Do you want to become a martial artist?"

"Of course I do."

"Then you will follow me to practice martial arts from now on. One day, you will become a martial artist just like me."

"Brother Dao, I'll listen to whatever you say."

"Let's begin now."

Chen Dao assumed the stance of the Tiger-Taming Fist and said to Chen Cheng, "Remember carefully the punches I'm about to demonstrate, because you'll need to practice them yourself in a bit."

Chen Dao originally intended to give the Fuhu Fist manual to Chen Cheng so that he could practice the fist according to the manual, but Chen Cheng was illiterate and could not read the manual, so he had to teach him himself.

Chen Dao practiced the Tiger-Taming Fist in the front yard, and Chen Cheng watched intently, as if trying to memorize every move.

Fifteen minutes later, Chen Dao finished his stance and said to Chen Cheng, "Brother Cheng, how much of the punches I just threw did you remember?"

"I've memorized almost everything," Chen Cheng replied.

Chen Dao's eyes widened in surprise: "You've memorized almost everything?"

"Yes."

"..."

Chen Dao was speechless for a moment, then said, "Then you do it once."

"it is good!"

Chen Cheng got into position and began to practice the Tiger Subduing Fist step by step. He really wasn't lying to Chen Dao; he had indeed memorized most of the Tiger Subduing Fist moves. Although there were some flaws, Chen Dao noticed that most of the moves Chen Cheng performed were correct.

"This talent..."

Chen Dao opened his mouth. Most people in the village thought Chen Cheng wasn't very bright and was a bit simple-minded, and Chen Dao had thought so before as well.

But now... his idea has been overturned. Chen Cheng is not stupid, at least not in terms of martial arts training. He is even a little too smart.

He memorized all the moves after watching the Tiger Subduing Fist just once and successfully replicated them...

Chen Dao couldn't help but compare himself to Chen Cheng, and immediately shed tears of weakness.

When he first tried to learn the Tiger Subduing Fist, he made many mistakes even when following the manual. Chen Cheng, on the other hand, almost mastered the Tiger Subduing Fist in one go. It's truly infuriating to compare yourself to others!

"Brother Dao, did I hit it right?"

Chen Cheng, who had just put away his fist, asked. His breathing was a little rapid, but his performance was much better than Chen Dao's first time practicing the Tiger Subduing Fist. At least... he wasn't pale or sweating profusely.

"You played very well, but there are still a few things you didn't do quite right!"

Chen Dao corrected some of Chen Cheng's movements and let Chen Cheng practice again in the front yard. He then went to the back yard and brought a newly raised Bloodfeathered Chicken into the kitchen. Soon after, the Bloodfeathered Chicken's screams came from the kitchen. Then, Chen Dao carried a bowl of chicken blood back to the front yard and said to Chen Cheng, who had just finished practicing his punches, "Brother Cheng, are you tired?"

"It's quite tiring."

After practicing the punches twice, Chen Cheng said breathlessly, "This boxing technique is very strange and extremely energy-consuming. I felt like I couldn't continue after just two rounds."

"This is normal."

Chen Dao handed the bowl of chicken blood to Chen Cheng and said, "Drink a sip of chicken blood and your strength will be restored, then you can continue boxing."

"it is good."

Chen Cheng certainly wouldn't question Chen Dao's decision. He took the bowl, drank a mouthful of chicken blood, and then a warm current appeared in his stomach, spreading throughout his body. Immediately, Chen Cheng felt warm all over, and all his fatigue vanished!

"Brother Dao, what kind of chicken blood is this? It's so amazing!" Chen Cheng asked, his eyes shining as he felt the changes in himself.

Chen Dao didn't explain, but said, "Let's keep practicing."

Chen Dao also drank the chicken blood and practiced the Tiger-Taming Fist with Chen Cheng in the front yard over and over again.

Just as Chen Dao and his companion were practicing their boxing, two men dressed as government officials entered Chenjia Village.

"This must be Chenjia Village, right?"

One of the constables looked up at the three characters "Chenjia Village" on the plaque at the village entrance and said to the young man guarding the entrance, "We are constables from the government. Take us to see your village chief."

Officials?

The young men guarding the village entrance were taken aback. Government officials rarely came to the village, and when they did, it was usually to collect taxes!

Upon realizing this, the young man felt a pang of anxiety and was about to say something.

The other officer said, "Hurry up! We don't have much time!"

Upon hearing this, the young man guarding the gate dared not refuse and hurriedly led the two constables into the village, knocking on the door of the village chief Chen He's house.

"Chen Ke, what's wrong with you...?"

The door opened, revealing Chen He inside. He first looked at the young man who had knocked on the door, and then noticed the two constables behind Chen Ke.

The moment Chen He saw the two men, a bad premonition immediately arose in his heart. The arrival of government officials in Chenjia Village could not possibly be anything good.

Chen He even suspected that the government might have found out about the deaths of the Chen brothers, but he thought it was unlikely. Apart from Chen Dao and his group, no one from the entire Chen family village had gone to the city recently, so the government couldn't possibly know that the Chen brothers had died.

Even if they knew, they probably wouldn't take it seriously. After all, in the villages near the Cangmang Mountains, people are killed by wild animals every year. If the government were to manage everything, they would have been exhausted long ago.

If it weren't for the deaths of the Chen brothers, then the government officials would only have one purpose: to collect taxes!

"You must be Chen He, the village chief of Chenjia Village?"