Unstoppable Martial Arts: Starting from Fist Technique Deduction
Chapter 142 - 5 Return

Chapter 142: Chapter 5 Return

Lin Yuan stood by Zhu Jiyi’s side, listening to the exchanges between both parties, finally understanding the purpose of the other’s visit.

"Has the situation in Yanghua deteriorated to such an extent? Even a small martial arts school like the Zhu Family Boxing Club needs to be incorporated into the ranks of these two factions?" Lin Yuan pondered internally, finally realizing: "Perhaps the Zhu Family Boxing Club’s strength is average, and it’s close to the Hong family territory, which the Pei family doesn’t care about. Yet, if the three boxing schools unite, they would be quite formidable."

"But that old dog Nie Lanhong, forcing my master into such a dilemma." His gaze swept over Nie Lanhong’s somewhat gaunt face, feeling displeased.

According to his temperament, he would surely want to break this person’s neck on the spot, tear off the head, and place it before his master as an apology. But here, Zhu Jiyi is the one in charge of the Zhu Family Boxing Club, so it’s inappropriate for him to intervene. Everything must wait for Zhu Jiyi’s decision.

For now, as long as his master decides to fight, he wouldn’t hesitate to expose all his strength to leave everyone who came here behind.

At this thought, Lin Yuan’s eyes scanned around, imprinting every face into his memory.

As Lin Yuan’s thoughts turned, Zhu Jiyi fell into deep contemplation with closed eyes.

About three breaths later, Zhu Jiyi reopened his somewhat clouded eyes.

Rip.

Zhu Jiyi let out a muffled groan and painfully tore open his robe, revealing blood-soaked bandages. Already soaked with vital essence, the bandages now oozed fresh blood.

Zhu Jiyi’s action was unexpected, and the smell of blood spread, causing everyone present to frown in confusion.

"Haha, old master Zhu, your determination despite your injuries is admirable." Hong Huaiyun, sitting in a subordinate chair, said with a faint smile.

Xue Wan sneered, not knowing what Zhu Jiyi was planning.

Zhu Jiyi’s face was pale, but his gaze was resolute: "If you want the old man to submit, it’s possible."

"Whatever the condition, just say it, old master." Hearing this, Hong Huaiyun sat up a bit straighter, speaking seriously.

But Zhu Jiyi managed his energy, stretched out his right hand, and pointed at his wound: "Do you see the wound?"

"It was all caused by that person!"

Zhu Jiyi pointed, glaring intently at the figure with a farmer’s face behind Hong Huaiyun.

The latter only replied with a faint smile, a strange glint in his eyes, as if he had heard something amusing.

The expression said, "What can you do about it?"

However, the disciples by Zhu Jiyi’s side suddenly changed their expressions, glaring at the figure holding the broadsword, wishing they could bite him.

Lin Yuan’s expression also turned cold, his eyes revealing a murderous intent, like two sharp swords shooting out.

"Kill my master, and now owe your life!" A disciple shouted angrily, about to rush out.

But Zhu Jiyi raised his hand to stop it.

"What does the old master want?" Hong Huaiyun frowned and said in a deep voice.

"It’s simple. I can’t bear to see this person in front of me. Working with him in the future is absolutely impossible." Zhu Jiyi shook his head and said coldly, "Unless this person is killed!"

"Old master, you must be joking." Hong Huaiyun said coldly.

He wanted to incorporate the three boxing schools because he noticed they had many disciples and quite a few at the Condensed Energy level. Assembling them under his command would form a considerable force.

But gathering a force naturally requires unity of will. If he were to take action against those loyal to him to incorporate Zhu Jiyi, how could that be possible?

If people’s hearts scattered, how could he lead the team? At the charge, who would be willing to fight for him?

"This is absolutely impossible. Choose another condition!" Hong Huaiyun said flatly.

"I’ve suffered this disaster; it’s intolerable! Captain Hong, if you truly want the old man under your command, you must kill that person!" Zhu Jiyi shouted sternly.

His voice agitated, his chest pumped fresh blood once again, utterly resolute.

Hong Huaiyun’s eyes widened, his complexion changed drastically.

But Zhu Jiyi didn’t relent at all, pressing his lips tight, glaring at Hong Huaiyun.

Their gazes met, staring at each other for a moment. Neither saw any retreat in the other’s expression.

"Alright, alright. It seems there’s no way to reach an agreement on this matter!" Hong Huaiyun nodded, his tone icy.

Hong Huaiyun sat up straight again, pointing lightly at Zhu Jiyi: "Just as well, the junior wants to see, exactly how much weight you carry, daring to be neither soft nor hard, resolute against the junior?"

Hong Huaiyun leaned forward, glaring at Zhu Jiyi like a tiger about to pounce on its prey, an intimidating presence.

"Old master, think carefully."

As soon as Hong Huaiyun finished speaking, the figures behind him took a step forward in unison.

Clang!

The shadow holding the broadsword suddenly grasped the hilt, stabbing it heavily into the ground, eyes full of murderous intent.

But Zhu Jiyi remained silent.

From beginning to end, he never intended to join the Hong Family Guard. He just wanted to stall for time, waiting for his senior disciple, Lu Hualiang, to return.

Zhu Jiyi’s eyes showed endless weariness and determination. He looked up slightly toward the snowy landscape outside the hall, as if searching for a ray of hope.

But the figure did not appear.

"Is it time to act? So be it!"

Seeing this, Lin Yuan quietly gathered his energy, sending a message to Zhu Lingshan: "If both sides clash, take the master back to the inner courtyard first, leave everything to me."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Lingshan’s beautiful eyes grew anxious, fearing that Lin Yuan would fight alone.

"If only I had reached the Condensed Energy level, how could my senior brother face this alone?" Zhu Lingshan regretted, blaming herself for not having greater talent to reach Condensed Energy.

"Once the master is settled, I’ll join my senior in the front courtyard. Even in death, I’ll accompany him, so he won’t be lonely on the road to the underworld." Zhu Lingshan bit her silver teeth, secretly resolving.

"Don’t worry; your presence here distracts me. Remember, wait patiently. I’m enough here!" Lin Yuan turned his head, having already guessed Zhu Lingshan’s thoughts, and reminded her again telepathically.

A subtle warmth flowed through Zhu Lingshan’s heart, and she nodded imperceptibly to show she understood.

"Old Shen, get ready to act." Lin Yuan finished instructing, sending another message.

Despite being quite confident in his abilities, Lin Yuan still wanted to add another layer of security. With his master and Zhu Lingshan’s safety on the line, he had to be cautious.

Lin Yuan glanced coldly again at the figure holding the broadsword. Once the fight began, this person would be the first target to be eliminated.

At that moment, the atmosphere inside the hall was nearly frozen.

Snap.

Outside the courtyard, a layer of snow broke off a tree branch.

The sound reached everyone’s ears, clear and distinct.

Hong Huaiyun’s eyes bore into Zhu Jiyi, trying to detect any hint of retreat on his face.

But even though Zhu Jiyi was seriously injured, his face ashen and bloodless, his determination was unwavering.

"Zhu Jiyi, what a Zhu Jiyi. At this juncture, willing to die to make a point."

Killing intent surfaced in Hong Huaiyun’s eyes, finally firming his resolve: "In that case, today I’ll fulfill Zhu Jiyi’s spirit."

Hong Huaiyun slowly raised his arm, ready to swing down.

Suddenly, footsteps on the fallen snow made a creaking sound that grated on the ears.

Crunch, crunch.

In the martial arts arena, four shadowy figures appeared.

"It’s senior brother! Senior brother is back. Fourth senior brother brought senior brother back, there’s hope now. The master is saved." The disciples of the Zhu Family Boxing Club were suddenly overjoyed.

The previously tense atmosphere had weighed heavily on them.

Especially feeling the cold aggression emanating from Hong Huaiyun, their hearts wanted to retreat.

After all, the difference in strength between the two sides at the Condensed Energy level was too great.

They didn’t understand why the master insisted on opposing the Hong family. But after all, he was their master. Zhu Jiyi’s kindness had earned their loyalty, preventing them from fleeing in the face of the crisis.

Now, senior brother had finally returned. Their spirits found an anchor. Their senior brother was powerful and had been operating within the school for a long time, certainly having a way to resolve the current predicament.

The four figures gradually approached.

Through the snow curtain, a young man’s figure slowly emerged. Dressed in a black cloak and holding a simple longsword, the sword imbued with a formidable presence.

It was Zhu Jiyi’s eldest disciple, Lu Hualiang, who had finally arrived at the critical moment.

Lu Hualiang’s gaze was firm, his eyes like an abyss, sweeping over the crowd. His expression unchanged; he extended a hand, inviting the two beside him to enter.

The crowd automatically made a path, allowing them to enter the hall.

Seeing Lu Hualiang like a god descended from heaven, the coldness on Zhu Jiyi’s face melted away, replaced by a smile.

At that moment, his heart soared with joy: "Hua Liang is back! Just in time, good, good!"