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Chapter 190 - 171 Infiltration

Chapter 190: Chapter 171 Infiltration

Heavy rain poured down, and from time to time, flashes of lightning streaked across the sky, followed by the muffled sound of thunder.

Wu Li took a car out of the city, then alighted and began to run.

Swoosh swoosh swoosh swoosh!

A series of splashing sounds echoed as a shadow swiftly passed through the forest.

Wu Li had never tried running such a long distance at full speed like he did now. At this moment, his mind was remarkably clear, and his control over his body reached its peak.

As he ran, power reverberated from the ground through his feet, traveling up his legs, knees, hips, waist, transferring layer by layer, adjusting and then flowing to the other leg. Once the other leg pushed off the ground for leverage, the cycle of power would continue endlessly.

In Wu Li’s perception, power flowed through his body like mercury, and he could clearly control every change.

His form was like a galloping horse, hooves flipping, palms shining, feet turning. With every step, the body carried the sound of wind, shooting forward like an arrow.

This was the Horse Form.

Then his step technique changed; he no longer forcefully stepped but instead became surprisingly light, skimming close to the ground as though he were a swallow gliding over water.

This was the Swallow Form.

Next, he shifted into the Snake Form, his body twisting, then lunging forward as if a snake darting from the grass.

Afterwards were the Dragon Form, the Tiger Form...

The Xingyi Twelve Forms each had corresponding movement techniques and step techniques. As Wu Li hurried along the road, he switched forms, seamlessly transitioning from one to another in a fluid cycle.

Wu Li was heading toward the Shaquan Dojo. The sudden decision to get off the car and hasten on foot was partly because taking a vehicle might expose him, but more importantly, he wanted to test the skills he had achieved after experiencing a breakthrough in his fighting spirit.

A breakthrough wasn’t an instantaneous occurrence; it was a process. Even though Wu Li had attained a profound understanding of his Fist Intent, merging heart and intent in an unprecedented way, he still needed to apply it practically, unifying intent and energy, energy and power, with the Inner Three Harmonies driving the Three Harmonies, gradually adjusting his way of exerting power.

Wu Li ran through the torrential rain, continuously shifting through the Xingyi Twelve Forms, gradually adapting to the enhancement brought by the harmony of heart and intent, which essentially was an increased control over his body.

At this time, Wu Li also understood why his previous use of the Master-level Experience Card almost resulted in deviation. Because one prerequisite to breaking through to the Grandmaster Level was to understand one’s own Fist Intent, and everyone’s Fist Intent was different. Using the Master-level Experience Card, Wu Li had comprehended someone else’s Fist Intent.

From the very step of harmonizing heart and intent, a deviation occurred. Later, in the blending of intent and energy, energy and power, and then the Three Harmonies, the slight deviations would only grow, inevitably leading to problems.

The enlightenment of Fist Intent was meant to enhance a martial artist’s control over themselves, and then, using this precise control, gradually change their own way of exerting power. However, this method was suitable only for oneself and not necessarily for others.

Therefore, while one could learn a Grandmaster’s fist technique, one could not learn a Grandmaster’s realm.

Wu Li now realized why those past Grandmasters were able to create new fist techniques and establish their own schools; with such precise control over their bodies, they could deeply comprehend every change in power for each move and develop the most suitable ways of exerting power for themselves, and of course, it offered a significant chance to invent new techniques.

Although Wu Li had now grasped his own Fist Intent, there was still some distance to becoming a Grandmaster. However, he was no longer confused about which path to follow in the future.

Regarding what he had to do next, Wu Li did not hesitate.

It is said that even a strong dragon cannot suppress a local snake. Wu Li’s connections, network, and influence lay at home, in Yuhe City. He was at a complete disadvantage when facing Hu Shan. If the police hadn’t arrived in time last time, Hu Shan would have made a move directly.

While abroad, the embassy could provide maximum protection for Wu Li and his companions, but they certainly couldn’t help Wu Li deal with Hu Shan.

Based on the information sent by Zhao Lixin, Wu Li knew that Hu Shan had, for many years, fought in matches for many influential figures. His networking was complex, and with many years of operation on Yuhe Mountain, one could see from the death of little Yun’s father eight years ago and today’s burning of the Jiyun Hall, that Hu Shan acted without any restraint in Yuhe City.

That’s why Wu Li initially only tried to persuade Zhang Shicai to sell the martial arts hall and return to the country with his granddaughter, Yun. He had not thought about confronting Hu Shan head-on.

Until today, when Zhang Shicai had already decided to sell the Martial Arts Hall and return to the country, the Jiyun Hall was set aflame.

The old man had already decided to bow his head, but still, he was shoved into the mire with a kick.

The doctor said Zhang Shicai’s emotions should not fluctuate violently and must calm down. But when the old man woke up and recalled that the home where he had lived for decades was burned down, the signboard of the Martial Arts Hall passed down from his father destroyed, how could he calm his emotions?

Even if they returned to Hua Country, what if one day the old man remembered all of this and, overcome with emotion, never woke up again?

And then there was little Yun; she was still young and would not delve deep into her father’s matters. But there would come a day when she grew up and became sensible. When she learned about her father’s cause of death, that the main culprit was still at large, and had even burned her home, what would she think?

Thus, Wu Li was no longer willing to endure, and in doing so, he had also come to understand his own Fist Intent.

Li Changsheng’s Fist Intent was vigorous and fierce, for the nation and the people, even if three generations of his ancestors sacrificed themselves for the country, he had no regrets! Even with his last breath, he would join the battle to kill the enemy!

Wu Li couldn’t learn the Fist Intent of old Li, who was a hero serving the country and the people, and Wu Li had never thought of becoming such a hero.

He preferred to draw his sword to assist when witnessing an injustice, to revel in the joy of enmity and gratitude, to make promises as easily as downing three cups of wine, to consider the weight of the Five Sacred Mountains as light as feathers—the free and easy hero.

The world’s peace was too far away; Wu Li couldn’t manage that. But the peace close at hand, he had to take care of!

So Wu Li decided to take down Hu Shan; he wanted to see Jiyun Hall reopen!

How to take down Hu Shan? Wu Li could only think of one method.

Many people in Yuhe City knew of the close relationship between the Shaquan Dojo and the Black Moon Gang. In the recent Martial Arts Street demolition incident, the Black Moon Gang even directly enlisted the expertise of martial artists from the Shaquan Dojo.

However, these facts only raised suspicions of Hu Shan’s involvement in organized crime, having no tangible effect on him. After all, organizations like the Black Moon Gang still existed in Yuhe City, let alone the Shaquan Dojo behind them.

Therefore, further evidence and something more incriminating were needed, and what could be more serious than gang ties was drug trafficking!

In the eyes of the ordinary public, Hu Shan was a fighting expert with a certain degree of fame not only in the Southern Country but also across the whole of Southeast Asia. Such a person being exposed for drug trafficking would have a massive impact.

That day after meeting with Hu Shan, when Wu finally brought up Liu Qi, Hu Shan’s expression and subsequent reaction convinced Wu that there was undoubtedly a special relationship between the two, which made him fairly certain that Hu Shan was also involved in drug trafficking.

Regrettably, these details could not be presented as evidence, nor could they persuade local law enforcement to investigate Hu Shan. Such an attempt might even alert him to their suspicions. Therefore, Wu decided he would act on his own.

He planned to secretly infiltrate the Shaquan Dojo to see if he could find any evidence to take down Hu Shan.

If the Shaquan Dojo truly was a drug den, with armed individuals inside, the risks of Wu stealthily entering were enormous, but Wu came regardless, resolute and undeterred.

If Chen Gang and the others knew about this, they would likely say Wu was foolish. Why take such a risk for two strangers from elsewhere? But this was Wu’s way, and he did not need the understanding of others.

I pursue my own path!

Following the navigation, Wu ran for about twenty minutes through the mountainous terrain before he saw faint lights up ahead.

There lied the Shaquan Dojo.

As Wu approached, he steadied his breathing and restored his strength, carefully observing the surroundings aided by the light.

Behind the gate there was light, indicating likely a guard was present. Surrounding the area was an approximately three-meter-high wall, topped with spirals of barbed wire.

Wu circled the wall, listening to the sounds from within, and eventually found a section shrouded in shadow.

He stepped back, adjusted his joints, and began to gather his strength. Suddenly, he lunged forward, sprinted to the base of the wall, leapt high, and with a forceful step against the wall, propelled himself further upward. His fingers hooked like claws, skirting around the barbed wire, and he firmly grasped the wall’s edge.

With a light breath, veins like little snakes spread across his hands, strength reached his fingertips, and with a powerful pull, his wrists pressed upward, his arms swung, and like an eagle, he soared over the wall.

Swoosh! Wu landed steadily on the ground.

For a martial artist like Wu, scaling walls was not an impossibility. He relied not on qinggong but on speed, power, and technique far superior to that of an ordinary person.

As soon as he landed, Wu noticed a beam of light in the distance.

Someone was on patrol!

Wu felt not alarm but elation. The fact that someone was patrolling in this stormy weather meant this place was of great importance to Hu Shan!

Using the light, Wu could make out the situation from afar.

Ahead appeared to be a large factory building with a person wearing a raincoat, flashlight in hand, making rounds around it.

The person passed a corner, disappearing from Wu’s line of sight, and soon another patrol wielding a flashlight came into view.

Wu remained low to the ground, patiently waiting in the rain.

After ten minutes of observation, Wu ascertained that there were four individuals patrolling the outside of the factory. Directly opposite him, there was a fifteen to twenty-second patrol interval.

The light allowed Wu to see a drainage pipe extending from the top of the factory to the ground. If he wanted to get in, he would have to use this pipe.

At the farthest, the patrol’s flashlight could illuminate up to a hundred meters. For safety, Wu would have to start his sprint from about a hundred and twenty meters away.

He needed to rush to the factory wall within fifteen seconds, then climb the drainage pipe, ascending at least three meters to reduce the likelihood of being seen.

Wu took a deep breath, focusing intently ahead, and began to time his move.

Once again, the patroller rounded the corner, heading the other way, and Wu made his move!

The sound of the heavy rain masked the noise of his rapid sprint. With Horse Form, his legs twisted and pushed, catapulting him several meters in a single bound.

Thirteen seconds, and Wu was at the drainage pipe.

The pipe had a diameter of roughly 30 centimeters, and because of the rain, it was quite slippery.

Wu leaped on the spot, hands reaching up, slightly pulling himself up before forcefully kicking against the factory wall.

Swoosh! He shot up like a cat.

Fourteen seconds, and a light appeared to his left. Wu could now hear footsteps coming from around the corner.

His hands let go of the drainage pipe and reached upwards. Using the same movement, he vaulted up again, grabbing onto a U-shaped pipe clamp that was used to secure the pipe. His fingertips clenched tightly around the edge of the U-clamp, legs tucked up, pressing against the wall, he hung at a position about four meters high.

Fifteen seconds, the beam of light swung around. The patroller reached his side, slowly walking right beneath where Wu was perched.

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