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Chapter 186 - 168: Mysterious Fist

Chapter 186: Chapter 168: Mysterious Fist

"You’re studying Xingyi Fist to enhance your Killing Fist using the Internal Fist?" Wu asked.

Hu Shan’s Killing Fist was already a fusion of three different Martial Arts styles, forming its unique school, and now he had begun to study Xingyi. Wu surmised immediately upon hearing Hu Shan’s request that he must be intending to integrate Xingyi Fist into his Killing Fist.

Yong Chun, White Crane, and Long Arm mainly focus on Ming Jin, while Internal Fist concentrates on Dark Force. If Hu Shan could indeed blend Xingyi into his Killing Fist, combining internal and external techniques, it could possibly result in a Fist technique that matched or even surpassed those of his predecessors!

Hu Shan stated openly, "My Killing Fist has reached a bottleneck; thus, I am trying to break through this impasse by integrating other styles of Martial Arts."

Wu replied, "If that’s the case, wouldn’t teaching you Martial Arts be helping you enhance your power?"

Hu Shan smiled, not hesitating as he looked at Wu, "For fairness, I will also teach you my Killing Fist. At our level, the reality or deception in one’s techniques and power can be immediately recognized upon demonstration, so there’s no worry about trickery."

"The Killing Fist emphasizes the transformation between techniques and power. Many things you will understand as soon as I explain them. I only need you to explain some principles of Xingyi Fist to me, which won’t directly enhance my power. As you know, mastering Internal Fist does not happen overnight."

Wu fell silent; what Hu Shan said was true. When Wu had sparred with Liu Qi, his biggest impression was that the opponent’s changes in power and cunning techniques were unpredictable. Once Hu Shan shared these insights with Wu, given his mastery, he would certainly understand immediately. Understanding wouldn’t necessarily equate to mastery, but at least, it would give him an edge in combat.

As for Hu Shan, even if he mastered the secrets of Xingyi Fist, it wouldn’t immediately enhance his strength, as breakthroughs in Internal Fist were a process, not an instantaneous event.

Hu Shan leaned forward, looking intently at Wu, "Thus, you will gain a deep understanding of my Killing Fist, and even if I manage to break through my bottleneck with Xingyi Fist, my power won’t increase instantly. Your chances of defeating me would be even greater than they are now!"

Wu looked at Hu Shan with a half-smile, "Master Hu, the way you put it almost sounds like you’re intentionally handing over your reputation to me."

Hu Shan shook his head and sighed, "I am forty years old this year, past my physical prime. Being ’Number One in Southeast Asia’ has become a burden. Even if my reputation isn’t taken by you, it would eventually be taken by someone else."

Hu Shan’s tone was full of vicissitudes and helplessness, mixed with reluctance and resignation, presenting the image of a hero in his twilight years.

After speaking, he looked at Wu, "However, apart from my reputation, what I care most about in life is the Killing Fist I created. I hope to continuously improve and elevate it within my lifetime, making it a peak that future generations cannot circumvent!"

"In your Hua Country, there’s an ancient saying, ’If I hear the Dao in the morning, I can die content in the evening!’ If you can solve my doubts and help me fulfill my wish, what harm is there in giving you my reputation?"

Hu Shan’s words were full of sincerity, his eyes earnest, indeed showing a deep devotion to seeking the way.

As a youth seeking fame, Hu Shan realized that Wu was also a celebrity in Hua Country, clearly placing great importance on fame and fortune. Today, at their first meeting, Wu straightforwardly expressed his desire to challenge the ’Number One in Southeast Asia’ publicly to gain reputation, further proving his focus on fame.

Thus, Hu Shan first tempted him with fame and fortune, then spoke of his age and decreased physical strength, the realities of a hero’s twilight years, subtly showing submission to Wu.

For the ’Number One in Southeast Asia’ to admit defeat before him stirred pride and possibly sympathy in the young Wu’s heart.

Finally, by expressing his sincere longing for the Dao, and as a fellow Martial Artist, Wu would undoubtedly feel a strong resonance with such sentiment.

Step by step, Hu Shan was very confident that Wu, a young man in his early twenties, would agree to his request!

Wu stared at Hu Shan, silent for a moment; Hu Shan earnestly returned the gaze, not rushing him.

"I refuse."

Wu suddenly spoke, his words deliberate as he looked into Hu Shan’s eyes.

Hu Shan’s expression changed, as he frowned, asking, "Why?"

"Because you are not worthy," Wu stated.

"What did you say?" Hu Shan’s expression darkened.

Wu looked at him, "If you were truly a devout seeker of the Martial Arts, even if you offered nothing, I would be willing to resolve your doubts, help you make breakthroughs, and contribute to Chinese Martial Arts."

Originally, Zhao Lixin didn’t offer anything, yet Wu voluntarily shared the essence of the three major Internal Fists, aiding his breakthrough to Master Level; he opened his Martial Arts Hall and presented the precious Bone and Muscle Strengthening Technique to the Martial Artists of the world, enabling those like Gao Jianping, who tirelessly inherited Traditional Martial Arts, have more opportunities and better lives.

Thus, Wu was never a stingy person; on the contrary, he was always generous to those sincerely dedicated to Martial Arts Training.

However, Hu Shan was not among them.

"Why do you think I’m not a sincere seeker of the Dao?" Hu Shan asked, his eyes angry, reflecting the frustration of being misunderstood.

Wu looked at him scornfully, "When Master Zhang Shicai kindly taught you to practice Martial Arts for free, after you learned it, you not only failed to show gratitude but also slandered your own master. You don’t even understand the principle that ’a teacher for a day is a father for a lifetime’; this is unfilial."

Hu Shan opened his mouth to argue, but Wu didn’t give him the chance, continuing, "You must know the eldest brother from Jiyun Hall, right? You trained together for several years, and he even instructed you in Martial Arts. Yet, you allowed his death in your dojo; this is both unkind and unjust."

"And with the close ties between Black Moon Gang and Shaquan Dojo, can you really claim to be clean?"

Hu Shan frowned at Wu Li, "You say these..."

"Of course, I have no evidence, it’s all subjective speculation." Wu Li interrupted again.

"But you have a disciple named Liu Qi, who was recently arrested by the police. He has trained well in Killing Fist, and you must have invested a lot of effort in him. To say his actions are unrelated to you, I would be the first not to believe it!"

Hu Shan remained silent for a moment, his face expressionless, and his gaze deep as he stared at Wu Li, "So, what then?"

Wu Li sneered, "A beast like you, who is unfilial, unkind, and unjust, does not deserve to learn my fist technique!"

"Ha, hahahaha!"

Hu Shan looked at Wu Li and suddenly burst into laughter. With the laughter, his demeanor changed abruptly.

He squinted at Wu Li, like a demon peeling off its human skin, exposing its naked murderous intent, fierce and terrifying.

Wu Li felt the chilling murderous intent, different from the aura he sensed from Li Changsheng, but undoubtedly, Hu Shan was a person who had developed Fist Intent.

Li Changsheng’s Fist Intent displayed the valiant and grand spirit of "eating the flesh of barbarians and quenching thirst with the blood of Xiongnu"; however, Hu Shan’s Fist Intent, though they had not yet clashed, Wu Li could already sense its cunning and deceitfulness.

First claiming to bestow upon himself the reputation of being Southeast Asia’s number one, which martial artist wouldn’t be tempted? Then, portraying himself as a declining hero, he appeared to yield, captivate his opponent’s mind; finally, showing a devout seeking of the way, generating empathy and admiration.

It was like fighting an opponent, first captivating their heart and spirit, shaking their resolve, then exploiting the instability to feign weakness, step by step luring the opponent, silently achieving his aim, leaving one unprepared.

Previously, Hu Shan praised Wu Li, who carried his fist technique in every gesture and step, but Hu Shan himself went even further, embodying fist technique and Fist Intent in every word and action, one moment a declining hero, the next filled with killing intent, displaying the true colors of a cunning hero—such is the characteristic of Killing Fist: mysterious and ever-changing.

Hu Shan’s actions and words, his spiritual will, reflected his martial arts and Fist Intent.

He had offered to teach Wu Li Killing Fist deliberately setting a trap, misleading him on crucial techniques. Should they confront each other in the future, understanding Killing Fist would place Wu Li prematurely into the trap, making him even more likely to fall for it.

Although they hadn’t physically fought, their confrontation was as if they had exchanged moves, and Hu Shan did not succeed.

Wu Li’s response was simple; whether tempted by fame and fortune or appeased in spirit, his stance was firm—the likes of you do not qualify to learn my technique. So, no matter what you say, I refuse to make deals with you!

Hu Shan looked at Wu standing before him, surprised by the young man’s resolute demeanor; if he truly persists in his own path, given time, he would surely develop his Fist Intent.

Thinking of this, Hu Shan’s murderous intent intensified.

"Young man, you are very bold; it has been a long time since anyone dared speak to me like this."

Hu Shan’s tone was cold. As he spoke, the seven men standing around the food stall reached for their waists and drew their guns.

"You sent a message to challenge, within seven steps, whether the gun or the fist is faster; now my men are less than seven steps away from you, and I am curious to know, who do you think will be faster?" Hu Shan mocked Wu Li.

There were seven people and seven guns at the scene; Wu Li, even if fast, would find it hard to evade.

"Or, you might reconsider my earlier proposal." Hu Shan said.

Since veiled threats were ineffective, he resorted to overt intimidation.

Wu Li, unperturbed, looked at Hu Shan and said with a smile, "Since you appreciate Hua Country’s culture so much, let me give you another saying."

"Oh?"

"This saying goes, ’Enemies abound within arm’s reach.’"

"Enemies abound within arm’s reach..."

Hu Shan repeated the saying, his proficiency in Chinese allowing him to quickly grasp its meaning: You have many men and many guns, but now, I am closer to you and can kill you first!

"Ha ha, hahaha!"

Hu Shan burst into laughter again, this time the laugh filled with barely veiled anger.

As Southeast Asia’s top martial artist, being continually disrespected by a junior was humiliating.

At the same time, Wu Li’s unyielding character also posed a threat to Hu Shan, further fueling his murderous intent.

Just then, several police cars arrived from the end of the street and stopped at the hotel entrance.