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Chapter 183 - 165: The Storm Approaches (Combined)_2

Chapter 183: Chapter 165: The Storm Approaches (Combined)_2

"Oh right, the other party seems to be from Hua Country, he said he wanted to spar with Master." Li Youqiang added.

"Ha?" Ruan Changheng couldn’t help but chuckle, "Another person from Hua Country, when did they get so many experts?"

Ruan Xing and Li Youqiang didn’t understand why Ruan Changheng said this, and Ruan Changheng didn’t explain. He looked at Ruan Xing with his remaining eye: "Tomorrow I’ll assign two more black belt students to you. Take them to challenge the Martial Arts Street. If you can’t acquire that piece of land within a month, you’ll cut off one of your own hands."

Ruan Xing trembled at these words and quickly nodded in agreement.

...

The next afternoon, in Ruan Changheng’s room, his face was grim as he looked at Ruan Xing.

"Lost again?!"

Behind Ruan Xing, the two black belt students bowed their heads in shame, while Li Youqiang, who stood by their side, had the corners of his mouth slightly turned up, feeling somewhat pleased.

"Mr. Ruan, I had someone record a video." Ruan Xing took out his phone and handed it to Ruan Changheng with both hands.

Ruan Changheng took the phone and opened the video:

In the video, Wu instantly pounced on his opponent, throwing a punch, and then, there was no ’then’...

Upon seeing Wu’s face clearly, Ruan Changheng widened his eyes: "It’s him?!"

"Mr. Ruan?" Ruan Xing cautiously asked.

If there were outsiders here, they might find it hard to imagine that the head of the Black Moon Gang in Yuhe City could be so humble.

Ruan Changheng lifted his head: "Wait here."

After speaking, he got up and left the room, heading upstairs.

In a study upstairs, Hu Shan was looking at a martial arts manual with "Xingyi Fist Skills" written on the cover, a book by Sun Lutang, the Martial Saint of the Republic era.

Hu Shan’s Shaquan had reached a bottleneck, and he hoped to find a breakthrough by studying other martial arts to further improve his own Shaquan.

His creation of Shaquan integrated Yong Chun, White Crane, and Long Arm, but all these styles primarily focus on Ming Jin with Dark Force as a secondary aspect. Thus, Hu Shan started to study Internal Fist which focuses on Dark Force, and the more he studied, the more he yearned for it.

Through the descriptions in the book, Hu Shan knew that many grandmasters during the Republic period could still unleash immense power even in their seventies, and these grandmasters maintained their peak combat duration for a long time. By following the health-preserving methods of Internal Fist, some could retain their peak strength even in their fifties.

Hu Shan was 39 years old now, and he could feel his physical fitness gradually starting to decline; hence, he had been focusing on the study of the three major Internal Fist styles in the past few years, hoping to make progress.

Being from Southern Country, he had spent much time learning Chinese to be able to understand martial arts manuals from Hua Country. He had collected a vast number of manuals left by various Fist grandmasters from the Republic era, but the classical Chinese and complex martial arts terminologies in the books posed significant reading challenges, causing him to frown repeatedly.

When Ruan Changheng came in, Hu Shan put down the manual, "What is it?"

Ruan Changheng handed over the phone to Hu Shan, "Master, that man from Hua Country who defeated junior brother Liu has arrived."

"Oh?" Hu Shan’s eyes flickered as he took the phone and opened the video.

The video was short, with Wu defeating two black belt students with just one move each, mere rushes that knocked down the opponents.

But Hu Shan watched it several times before finally saying, "What a Tiger Form Splitting Fist."

He then got up and walked out of the study, with Ruan Changheng quickly following.

Soon, Hu Shan arrived in the room where Li Youqiang and Ruan Xing were waiting.

Seeing Hu Shan, everyone quickly bowed in respect.

Hu Shan nodded casually and got straight to the point: "Tell me everything about this Hua Country person and what happened in the past two days."

Ruan Xing recounted the events of the previous day and that day, and the two black belt students also shared their experience of exchanging blows with Wu.

Li Youqiang hesitated before speaking to Hu Shan, "Master, that person asked me to ask you, ’Within seven steps, is the gun faster or the fist?’"

"Within seven steps, is the gun faster or the fist?" Hu Shan repeated the question.

Then he suddenly said to Ruan Xing, "Stand at the door."

Upon hearing this, Ruan Xing did as told, stepping back a few paces and standing at the entrance.

"Shoot me," Hu Shan said, the two of them roughly seven steps apart.

Ruan Xing hesitated, "Ah?"

Hu Shan frowned and repeated, "Shoot me."

Ruan Xing’s face instantly turned pale, and he shrank back in fear as he pulled out the gun from his waist.

He dared to draw a gun in broad daylight on Martial Arts Street, and was known in Yuhe City for his ferocity and ruthlessness, but in the face of Hu Shan, even his legs felt somewhat weak.

"Shoot!" barked Hu Shan suddenly.

Startled, Ruan Xing shuddered and subconsciously raised the gun towards Hu Shan.

Boom! The wooden floor emitted a heavy thud, like a battle drum being struck with a heavy hammer, sending a shock through the hearts of everyone present.

Hu Shan pounced like a ferocious tiger, instantly reaching the doorway and grabbing Ruan Xing’s right hand.

Ruan Xing’s eyes widened as if he had truly been pounced on by a raging tiger; his back was soaked in sweat as he stared in fear at Hu Shan before him, "Sir..."

Hu Shan asked, "Is this how the man grabbed you?"

Ruan Xing replied in a trembling voice, "Yes, just like, just like that."

Hu Shan let go of Ruan Xing’s hand, stepped back a few paces, and said in Chinese, "Every move does not stray from the Tiger Pounce, every grasp is akin to the Eagle’s Claws, interesting."

"Master," Ruan Changheng took a step forward and asked, "How should we deal with this man?"

Although they had known that Liu Qi’s capture was all due to Wu Li’s doing, Wu Li was in Hua Country, and they were powerless to reach him, so they had no choice but to let it go. But now, since Wu Li had come to the Southern Country and was in Yuhe City, there was no reason to just let him go.

A smile appeared on Hu Shan’s face: "He says he wants to exchange pointers with me?"

Ruan Xing nodded: "Yes, that man, after defeating our people today, once again put out the word that he wants to exchange pointers with you."

"Fine, agree to it," said Hu Shan, "Tomorrow you go to the Martial Arts Hall and tell this person I will be waiting for him at the Shaquan Dojo."

Ruan Xing hastily nodded: "Yes."

...

Inside Jiyun Hall, Wu Li was sparring with Huang Wei.

Wu Li threw a punch at Huang Wei, who attempted to block with a Flat Hand. After being hit, Huang Wei staggered, unable to withstand the force, and then Wu Li smoothly followed through with a grab, seizing Huang Wei’s left arm and pulling him forward, causing Huang Wei to lose his balance.

Wu Li released his grip, and Huang Wei steadied himself, somewhat unconvinced: "Again!"

Wu Li smiled and stood in place, waiting for Huang Wei to attack.

No matter what techniques Huang Wei employed, Wu Li would always raise his hand to drill upward, then throw a punch down, and finally grasp seamlessly, capturing Huang Wei’s arm.

Huang Wei, no matter what, could not avoid Wu Li’s simple Splitting Fist; after taking the hit, his body couldn’t withstand the opponent’s fist power, and his balance was easily disrupted, followed by an effortless capture by Wu Li.

"Huff, let’s not fight anymore," Huang Wei said dejectedly, waving his hand.

These past couple of days, Wu Li had been visiting Jiyun Hall early each morning, spending most of the time exchanging insights with Huang Wei, with a large crowd watching by the side.

"This Tiger Form Splitting Fist of Wu Li, with its rising, drilling, flipping, twisting, wrapping, and lateral Beng, its advances and retreats, moves and shifts, the Shock Stomp – every kind of power is contained in it, and he has reached the stage of returning to simplicity," commented Zhang Shicai, who was watching by the side with a chuckle.

Wu Li waved his hand: "Elder, you flatter me too much, I am still far from returning to simplicity."

Nowadays, when Wu Li fought others, he increasingly favored using the Tiger Hugging Head technique; whether it was Tiger Pounce or Tiger Form Splitting Fist, at the end of the day, they were all variations of Tiger Hugging Head, which he would repeatedly use against adversaries.

The passive effects of the Ultimate Killing Move made Wu Li’s comprehension and study of Tiger Hugging Head the deepest among all his techniques. And as he approached the threshold of Fist Intent, he found that he could most easily return to the mental state he experienced that night practicing his fists indoors. Thus, Wu Li had been focusing on studying Tiger Hugging Head during this period.

The more he studied, the deeper his understanding of Tiger Hugging Head became. Zhang Shicai claimed Wu Li reached the stage of returning to simplicity because Wu Li incorporated many variations in this move; a seemingly simple technique but encapsulating many powers of Xingyi Fist.

"Those people are here again!"

At the entrance, several disciples suddenly shouted.

Wu Li turned his head, knowing that the disciples meant Ruan Xing and his men. He had just defeated two of their top experts yesterday, and today more people were coming – could it be Hu Shan himself?

Wu Li walked out of the main door and looked towards Ruan Xing and the others approaching.

"Boom!" Suddenly, a muffled thunderclap resounded in the sky.

Wu Li looked up to see the sky darkening not far away.

A rainstorm was imminent.