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Chapter 174 - 159: The Traitor

Chapter 174: Chapter 159: The Traitor

Yong Chun seemed to sense Wang Xuan watching her, and Wu Li turned his head, smiling gently at her.

When Wu Li smiled, Wang Xuan felt like he returned to the mortal world and became more alive, and he seemed even more handsome when smiling...

"Hey, I must be too crazy about him if I’m having such illusions—how could someone of his age have that Buddha-like aura?"

Embarrassed, Wang Xuan shifted her gaze away, only to hear a gasp from the crowd around her. She looked up and saw a change in the scene.

Ruan Yunming had been hit in the chin by Huang Wei, causing a brief moment of dizziness, while Huang Wei seized the opportunity to rush forward, throwing punch after punch.

Ruan Yunming lost focus for about 0.5 seconds and tried to kick Huang Wei away, but Huang Wei endured the kick and closed in, bombarding Ruan Yunming with Hiragana Punches like a madman.

Ruan Yunming held his fists defensively, looking quite awkward.

Huang Wei suddenly darted to Ruan Yunming’s left side, landing a punch to his ribs, then taking advantage of his instinctive bending to defend himself, he struck him in the temple.

Bang! Ruan Yunming fell to the ground, knocked out.

"Roar!"

All the Martial Arts Hall boxers behind Huang Wei raised their arms and shouted, while the faces of their opponents turned sour.

Standing proudly, Huang Wei addressed the rival gang with a statement.

"He said they’re always welcome to challenge us, but if they’re here to buy the Martial Arts Hall, they can get lost."

As Wang Xuan translated, she looked at Wu Li; he had predicted correctly—Huang Wei won!

A group took Ruan Yunming off the ground and left, leaving behind some harsh parting words, but the group of boxers merely scoffed at them.

The competition had ended, and the crowd began to disperse.

"Let’s go to the hotel, and visit again tomorrow," Chen Gang said to Wu Li.

Wu Li nodded and walked away.

...

On the other side, after chatting with a group of boxers, Huang Wei also left.

He didn’t walk far before stopping in front of a Martial Arts Hall.

The sign of the Martial Arts Hall was written in three large Chinese characters: Jiyun Hall.

Huang Wei entered, and several disciples dressed in the same training suits quickly gathered around him.

"Brother Huang, how did it go?"

"Is that even a question? Brother Huang definitely won!"

"Brother Huang, I’ll go get you some medicine."

"Why won’t Master let us go out? We couldn’t see how Brother Huang taught those guys a lesson."

The group chatted noisily, including people from the Southern Country and overseas Chinese, but they all spoke in Chinese.

Huang Wei smiled, "Not to rush; I’ll meet with Master first."

After saying this, he walked through the training hall to a courtyard behind it.

In the courtyard, an old man sat on a stone bench, with a little girl about seven or eight years old practicing punches next to him.

"Master," Huang Wei called out as he approached the old man.

The old man looked at the injuries on Huang Wei’s face, "How was it?"

Huang Wei replied, "It’s nothing serious, just superficial wounds."

"Brother Huang, was the person you fought very strong?" the little girl came over, grabbing Huang Wei’s hand worriedly as she saw the blood.

Huang Wei smiled and said, "Brother Huang won—what do you think?"

The little girl looked up, asked seriously, "Then shouldn’t Brother Huang be unhurt?"

Huang Wei helplessly responded, "Then Brother will practice more, become stronger and won’t get hurt."

"When I’m good enough at punches, I can fight the bad guys for Brother Huang so he won’t get hurt!" the little girl stated determinedly.

"Alright, little Yun’er, go and bring some medicine for Brother Huang," the old man said.

The little girl nodded and quickly ran towards the house.

"Master."

After the girl left, Huang Wei sat down and solemnly said, "The person I fought today was Ruan Yunming."

The old man frowned, "Ruan Yunming, was he bought off?"

Huang Wei scoffed coldly, "Those Muay Thai guys have always disliked us, they just took this opportunity to ruin us."

"Ugh! A bunch of spineless cowards!" Huang Wei cursed angrily.

The old man shook his head, "The Chinese boxers on this street have always been at odds with the local boxers, and the other party is deliberately trying to divide us. Today we have Ruan Yunming, tomorrow it might be someone from another martial arts hall standing out."

"So what? If they dare, let them challenge us. I’ll take them all on!" Huang Wei said angrily.

The old man looked at Huang Wei, "You, always so impulsive. Such a temperament might serve you well when you first start practicing martial arts, making you bold and eager to progress, but if you want to advance further, you must learn to control your emotions. If you can’t even subdue your inner turmoil, how can you hope to control your muscles and flesh?"

Saying this, the old man stood up and started practicing his punches in the courtyard, his movements simple: advancing to punch, then retreating to withdraw.

"Advancing and retreating, straight and curved, Yong Chun primarily focuses on Ming Jin, but to truly achieve great success, you must work on the Inch Force," the old man explained while demonstrating.

Huang Wei stood up and watched intently. His Yong Chun had reached a bottleneck, and he had been unable to break through for years. According to the old man, his mastery of Ming Jin was sufficient, but his control of Inch Force and Muscle Bone Power was still lacking.

"There’s a concept in Internal Fist called ’Returning to Innate,’ which is to control the Muscle Bone Power until it can be issued and withdrawn at will; unfortunately, I only know a little about the three major Internal Fists. Otherwise, practicing any of them at this stage could help you break through your bottleneck," the old man regretfully told Huang Wei.

Just then, a little girl came out with ointment and gauze. Hearing the old man’s words, she couldn’t help but ask, "Grandpa, does that mean that after reaching a certain level in one martial art, it’s better to reference and learn from other martial arts for easier mastery?"

The old man turned to look at the little girl and smiled, patting her head, "Indeed, whether it’s internal or external martial arts, in the end, they all converge. Integrating rigor and gentleness, many martial arts inherently share similarities. The more you learn, observe, and contemplate, the better you’ll master martial arts."

"Then why does Elder Brother Huang forbid everyone from discussing other martial arts in the hall? He gets angry when he hears it," the little girl asked.

Hearing this, Huang Wei’s expression stiffened, and he looked helplessly at the little girl, "Xiaoyun, you’re mistaken, when have I ever forbidden discussing other martial arts?"

Xiaoyun noticed that Elder Brother Huang’s tone was off and glanced at her grandfather’s expression, immediately realizing she had misspoken. She stuck out her tongue and placed the ointment and gauze on the stone table, standing obediently to the side without speaking further.

The old man looked at Huang Wei and frowned, "Have I ever said no one in our martial arts hall can discuss other martial arts?"

Huang Wei hung his head, "Master, no, it was my own presumption."

The old man’s expression grew stern, "Why?"

Huang Wei clenched his teeth, silent.

"Is it because of Hu Shan?" the old man asked.

Hearing that name, Huang Wei became agitated, suddenly lifting his head, "Yes, because of him! He’s an ungrateful wretch. I don’t want such people appearing in our master’s martial arts hall again!"

The old man furrowed his brow, "Just because of that, you forbid discussing other martial arts? Don’t you know your grandmaster always hoped we Chinese boxers would set aside our sectarian views and communicate with each other to promote the development of martial arts? Your grandmaster started this hall with the same intent, always encouraging disciples to learn more, observe more; the Chinese boxers who stand behind you today do so because your grandmaster and I spent decades breaking down these barriers! Are you now saying that all the effort put into Jiyun Hall over the years was for nothing?"

Huang Wei trembled, suddenly kneeling, "Disciple dares not!"

"Not dare?" the old man scoffed, "If Xiaoyun hadn’t spoken up today, I wouldn’t even know what you usually do in the hall!"

"Grandpa, please don’t be angry," Xiaoyun hurriedly stepped forward, gently grabbing her grandfather’s hand, shaking it.

Huang Wei raised his head, "Master, you and grandmaster are magnanimous without prejudice, but a beast like Hu Shan won’t appreciate it! Because of him, so many laughed at our Jiyun Hall! Because of him, the eldest disciple..."

The old man fell silent, sighed, and took Xiaoyun back to the stone table to sit down, "Get up."

Huang Wei stood up, his face still showing anger, but not towards the old man.

"Although his character is questionable, I have to admit, Hu Shan indeed has exceptional talent; he’s integrated Yong Chun, White Crane, and Long Arm well, and even incorporated some Muay Thai techniques. If he really manages to master all these, given time, he might indeed become a grandmaster," the old man said.

"Just him!" Huang Wei said defiantly, "Such a person also deserves to be a grandmaster? He’s nothing but a traitor!"

The old man’s eyes showed pain, and he said nothing.

Huang Wei realized he had touched a nerve and added, "Master, don’t worry. Sooner or later, I will find Hu Shan and take revenge, reclaiming everything he learned from our Yong Chun!"

Slap!

The old man suddenly slapped Huang Wei, startling Xiaoyun beside him, who had always seen her grandfather as very patient and had never seen him hit anyone in the hall before.

"Remember this, you are not to seek revenge on Hu Shan! Not even if you achieve great success one day!" the old man said adamantly.

"Why not?" Huang Wei bristled.

"Because I said so, and if you still regard me as your master, you will never speak of revenge again!" the old man glared at Huang Wei.

Huang Wei clenched his teeth, silent.

"Do you hear me, or do you also no longer regard me as your master?" the old man asked.

Huang Wei trembled, biting his teeth, "Yes, Master!"

The old man nodded, looking exhausted, and waved his hand, "Take Xiaoyun out, I want to be alone for a while."

Huang Wei led Xiaoyun away, leaving the old man sitting forlornly in the courtyard.

"Elder Brother Huang, I’m sorry, I didn’t know it would turn out like this."

Once they had left the courtyard, Xiaoyun hurriedly apologized.

Huang Wei shook his head, "It’s not your fault."

"Elder Brother Huang, who is this Hu Shan you spoke of?" Xiaoyun asked cautiously.

Hearing this, Huang Wei stopped walking, lifted his head with his eyes full of hatred, and through gritted teeth said:

"He’s a traitor!"