Senior Sister Guan's Combat Strength

Fang Mo got into a taxi, but he did not go to the Martial Hall.

He worried that the other side might have people stationed at the Martial Hall as well. If he got blocked there, getting away would be difficult.

He rode several kilometers away, then switched to another car and found a hotel to stay in.

Only after entering the room and closing the door did he let out a breath.

Tonight had truly been dangerous.

However, the fight had left him feeling utterly exhilarated, as though his understanding of the Tiger Subduing Fist had improved.

[Tiger Subduing Fist: Beginner's First Practice (88/100)]

Fang Mo sent his consciousness into his mind and checked the information on the Bronze Mirror. He froze. The Tiger Subduing Fist's proficiency had actually risen to 88; he remembered it being 78 before.

He had not expected fighting to increase proficiency as well, and by such a considerable amount.

This showed him another path to increasing proficiency. It seemed that in the future, he could not merely bury his head in hard training—he also needed actual combat.

It was inconvenient to practice boxing in the hotel, so he could only practice stance work. After two rounds, he finally rested.

The next day, he got up as usual and practiced his stance for an hour.

Only then did he check out and leave. After casually grabbing some breakfast by the roadside, he hailed a taxi to the Martial Hall.

He had deliberately come later so there would be people at the Martial Hall.

Sure enough, by the time he arrived, disciples were already entering the Martial Hall from time to time. He got out of the car and hurried toward it, noticing two vans parked outside the entrance.

"Fang Mo!"

He had only taken two steps when someone suddenly called out to him again.

Fang Mo pretended not to hear and headed straight for the Martial Hall.

But he immediately stopped.

Two burly men emerged from the corner by the Martial Hall's wall, short clubs in hand as they closed in on him with vicious expressions.

Huang Jun got out of the car, his face full of exhaustion as though he had not slept all night. Five people followed behind him, each carrying a short club.

"Kid, I thought you weren't going to show up. You sure made us wait!"

Huang Jun tossed away his cigarette butt and stared fiercely at Fang Mo.

"What are you trying to do?"

Fang Mo suddenly shouted, "This is Tiger Might Martial Arts School! Are you trying to cause trouble here?"

"Grab him!"

Huang Jun's expression changed as he shouted urgently.

Several burly men charged at Fang Mo. None of them were slow; they were clearly trained fighters.

Fang Mo abruptly threw the bag in his hand at the two men blocking his path. At the same time, he rushed out, punching one man back, then using Savage Bull Charges the Mountain to send the burly man who caught the bag flying. Breaking through the encirclement, he charged straight toward the Martial Hall.

"Where do you think you're running!"

Huang Jun snatched a short club from someone and hurled it. Fang Mo heard the force of the wind and quickly dodged aside. The club flew past him with a howl of wind.

Fang Mo's heart turned cold. He gritted his teeth and charged toward the Martial Hall again.

"Stay right there!"

Huang Jun appeared behind him and swept a whipping kick at Fang Mo's head.

Hearing the wind howl, Fang Mo's heart tightened. He turned slightly sideways, raised both hands to guard his body, and sank his center of gravity. His feet nailed themselves firmly to the ground; like a mountain, still as a bell, he displayed a solid foundation in horse stance work.

Terrifying force struck him. His stance work could not withstand it at all—the other side's strength was too great.

His body was sent flying, crashing heavily onto the ground. His arms hurt as though they were about to split apart, and the powerful blow left his chest tight and stifled.

Before he could get up, two burly men pounced on him and pinned him down, each twisting one of his arms. He desperately tried to struggle, but a heavy blow landed on his stomach, instantly draining all his strength.

Huang Jun walked over, killing intent in his eyes. "Still trying to run? Run again, and I'll break your legs!"

"Take him away!"

With a wave of his hand, two men hauled Fang Mo up and prepared to leave.

"Junior Brother Fang!"

At that moment, a deep shout rang out. Three or four Martial Hall students stood at the entrance, with Ding Zhiyuan at the front.

"What are you doing? You're beating someone right outside our Martial Hall! Let Junior Brother Fang go at once!"

Ding Zhiyuan shouted in a deep voice.

Huang Jun did not acknowledge him at all, merely waving his hand. "Move!"

"You dare? Save him!"

Ding Zhiyuan roared and rushed out. The other students hesitated briefly, but still followed after him.

"Courting death!"

Huang Jun shouted coldly, suddenly turning and kicking Ding Zhiyuan directly into the air. The other three students instantly stopped.

"Ming Jin!"

Their expressions turned ugly. The kick had exploded through the air—this was clearly a Ming Jin expert. None of them dared step forward again.

"And these are Martial Hall disciples? Heh heh!"

Huang Jun sneered and turned toward the van.

"Outrageous!"

Suddenly, a sharp feminine shout rang out, and a figure shot from the courtyard, pouncing straight at Huang Jun.

Huang Jun's expression changed slightly as he hurriedly turned and kicked. His foot collided with a fist in a tremendous muffled boom. Huang Jun staggered backward, retreating several steps before two burly men caught him and stopped him.

Everyone looked over to see a tall woman in a white training uniform standing before them. She had been the one to knock Huang Jun back with a punch.

"Senior Sister Guan, they grabbed Fang Mo!"

Ding Zhiyuan clutched his chest and shouted urgently.

The newcomer was none other than Guan Lie's daughter, Guan Lu.

Seeing Guan Lu appear, Fang Mo was overjoyed. With Guan Lu here, he was saved today.

Guan Lu stared coldly at Huang Jun. "What gang are you from, daring to seize someone at our Martial Hall? Release him immediately!"

Huang Jun gritted his teeth and shoved aside his men. "Take him away. I'll hold her off!"

"You dare!"

Guan Lu was enraged. Her body moved in an instant, and Huang Jun moved at the same time to meet her.

"Mountain Collapsing Fist!"

Huang Jun bellowed. His sleeve burst open, and his punch exploded through the air, ringing out four times.

"Tiger Stance Mountain Collapsing Fist!"

Guan Lu shouted sharply. Her jade-like palm flicked, and her punch rang out six times.

"Late Manifesting Strength!"

Huang Jun's eyes were filled with shock, but it was already too late to retreat. He gritted his teeth and threw his punch. He refused to believe that he, a grown man, could not defeat a young woman.

Bang!

A muffled boom erupted as force burst outward.

Huang Jun's body flew backward beyond his control, crashing heavily into the van. The van's windows instantly shattered, the vehicle rocked violently, and blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

Guan Lu stomped the ground and lunged again, kicking out. Huang Jun's face changed drastically as he hurriedly dodged. He did not dare take it head-on at all.

Bang!

Guan Lu's kick landed squarely on the van, sending it half a meter sideways. The people inside were all jolted flying, and both the front and rear windshields shattered.

"So strong!"

Fang Mo watched it all, his eyes filled with shock. He had always known Guan Lu was strong, but he had never expected her to be this strong.

Her explosive power was terrifying. That strike had to have carried over a thousand kilograms of force!

Taking advantage of the two men's distraction, Fang Mo suddenly shook both arms and sent them flying apart. Then, with Twin Probing Palms, he knocked them back and hurriedly retreated.

"Grab him!"

Huang Jun shouted urgently. Several thugs had just rushed forward with clubs when Guan Lu struck twice, injuring them and knocking them to the ground.

"Who dares cause trouble at the Martial Hall!"

At that moment, a group of people surged out of the Martial Hall aggressively, all carrying weapons as they shouted and rushed out.

Seeing this, Huang Jun knew he had lost his chance and hurriedly called out, "Go, retreat!"

Supported by two thugs, Huang Jun got into the van. The van immediately lurched away, and though the others chased after it for dozens of meters, they could not catch it.

"What happened? Who were those people?"

Feng Qingyuan approached with a sword in hand and asked.

"Ask him!"

Guan Lu looked at Fang Mo, her expression angry. "Who knows what trouble he caused outside, drawing a gang here to seize him!"

Feng Qingyuan looked at Fang Mo and asked, "Junior Brother Fang, what happened?"

Fang Mo also wore an innocent expression. "Senior Disciple Brother, I truly don't know what happened either. Every day, I was either at the Martial Hall or went back at night. I never went anywhere else. I don't know how I offended these gang people. Last night, they even barged into where I lived. Luckily, I ran out and hid for the night. I never expected them to block me at the Martial Hall too!"

Yang Qingyuan nodded. "That's true. Junior Brother Fang trains at the Martial Hall every day. He shouldn't have provoked gang people!"

The anger on Guan Lu's face eased somewhat upon hearing this. She also remembered that Fang Mo traveled between only two places every day. He came to the Martial Hall before dawn and left only at night; where would he have found the time to cause trouble?

"Then what happened? It looked like they came specifically to seize you."

"Let's not discuss this for now!"

Feng Qingyuan waved his hand, stopping Guan Lu. He looked at Fang Mo and patted his shoulder. "Junior Brother Fang, you don't need to be afraid. With our Martial Hall here, those gangs won't dare act recklessly. Don't run around recently. Stay at the Martial Hall!"

His expression turned stern. Sweeping his gaze across the gathered crowd, he said loudly, "I'll investigate this thoroughly and see which gang dares cause trouble at Tiger Might Martial Arts School!"

The onlookers began discussing it among themselves. Quite a few people's expressions changed slightly, and they quietly hurried away.