Strength Training Realm Peak

Shangyang Mountain Luming Villa.

This was a villa run by the Chen Family, combining leisure and entertainment.

Yet those able to come to Luming Villa were all first-rate figures of Yunyang.

At that moment, three people sat within an antique tea room in the villa.

All three were around forty.

Though plainly dressed, they exuded the bearing of those in high positions.

These three were the heads of three of the Five Great Martial Families of Yunyang: the Shen Family, Zhou Family, and Chen Family.

Shen Kaijiang, Zhou Yundong, and Chen Yingzhong were likewise representatives of the pinnacle of Yunyang martial arts.

With a mere stomp of their feet, all of Yunyang would tremble three times over.

Chen Yingzhong was tall and slender, with thick brows like swords. A faint smile appeared on his slightly dark face as he said,

"Yue Gang still refuses to come?"

Shen Kaijiang's face was as fair as jade. Dressed in a grayish-white short jacket with a front opening, he set down his teacup and said calmly,

"Yue Gang has already lost interest in Yunyang's affairs. Though he has not explicitly declared his stance, he most likely will not take part, so there is no need to consider him."

Zhou Yundong heavily set down his teacup and said in a deep voice,

"That old brat Yue Gang must have sniffed out something foul. Their Yue Family is relocating, but not all of them are leaving. Some of their businesses and clansmen are still here in Yunyang. Using relocation as an excuse, he clearly wants to stay out of it."

He was not tall and rather thin, and cold glints flashed in his narrow eyes whenever they opened and closed.

Chen Yingzhong smiled faintly.

"If the Yue Family does not wish to participate, there is no need for us to force them. With only three Martial Arts Families in Yunyang, I think it will be even better!"

The other two were slightly startled, then both turned their gazes toward Chen Yingzhong.

"Brother Chen, do you have some plan?"

Chen Yingzhong smiled and looked at the two of them. "That depends on what you two intend. Are you prepared to fight, or bow your heads and submit to the Ningjiang He Family?"

"We have no habit of bowing our heads and submitting!"

Zhou Yundong gave a cold laugh. "This is Yunyang, not Ningjiang. So what if it is the He Family?"

Shen Kaijiang also said calmly,

"Brother Chen, just tell us your plan! The Qin Family defeated your Iron Stone Boxing Gym. Surely you will not simply hand it over so easily?"

"Whatever they ate, I will make them spit it all back out!"

Killing intent surged in Chen Yingzhong's eyes as he looked solemnly at the two men. "To strike a snake, strike it seven inches from the head. Does the Qin Family not wish to rely on the He Family? Then we will break its claws and sever the He Family's hand. Let us see how they can remain so arrogant then!"

Shen Kaijiang nodded slightly and looked at Chen Yingzhong.

"Tell us the details?"

Chen Yingzhong leaned forward and beckoned the two closer. Then he spoke in a low voice. The other two could not help nodding, and their eyes gradually lit up.

Qin Family.

Several important members of the Qin Family sat in the Qin Family's main hall.

Qin Shanlin sat in the seat of honor, while Wei Zhendong of Xiongying Martial Arts School sat in the seat beside him.

Qin Shanlin looked to be in his forties. His face was as fair as jade, and he wore a five-strand beard, making him appear exceedingly refined.

Wei Zhendong was also around forty. Broad-backed and bear-waisted, his hands were as long as those of a long-armed ape as he sat with imposing ease.

With a smile on his face, Qin Shanlin said,

"We won a round tonight, taking Iron Stone and crushing the Chen Family's momentum. Next, we will take the Shen Family's Swift Wind Club. Once we suppress those three families, our Qin Family will become Yunyang's number one Martial Arts Family!"

The Qin Family members all grew excited.

The Qin Family had been held down for years, and they had long been dissatisfied. Now, with the He Family's backing, the Qin Family would finally rise.

At that moment, an elder of the Qin Family said worriedly,

"Patriarch, news has just arrived that Shen Kaijiang, Zhou Yundong, and Chen Yingzhong held a secret meeting!"

Qin Shanlin smiled faintly, his face full of confidence.

"Let them meet! We can see exactly how they plan to make their next move. If they remain quiet, it would actually be difficult for us to press them too hard. There are too many of the Five Families of Yunyang. In my view, one family is enough!"

Qin Shanlin was now brimming with high spirits.

His daughter had done him proud. She had been admitted into Yun Kong Martial Academy and had also caught the eye of the Young Master of the He Family.

Now that he had the He Family's support, he could no longer suppress his ambitions.

"Patriarch, with He Family experts backing us, there is no need to fear those three families. Why not simply flatten them outright?"

An elder of the Qin Family shouted excitedly.

"That will not do!"

Qin Shanlin's expression turned grave.

"We cannot provoke the authorities' resentment, much less draw the attention of other sects. Matters must be handled step by step. We cannot be impatient!"

After stopping the eager Qin Family members, he turned to Wei Zhendong with a friendly smile.

"Brother Wei, how are things progressing on your side of the martial halls?"

Wei Zhendong replied calmly,

"Among Yunyang's martial halls, the only ones who can stand against me now are Hong Jiantong of the Splitting Air Palm, Xiong Jiang of the Cloud Lifting Hand, and Guan Lie of Fuhu Martial Arts Hall. Once I defeat those three one by one, I will be able to completely control the Yunyang Martial Arts World!"

Qin Shanlin nodded, pondering for a moment before saying,

"Brother Wei, I think you should begin with Guan Lie of Tiger Might Martial Arts School!"

"Hong Jiantong is advanced in years. He is already sixty, his physical strength has declined, and he is not worth worrying about at all. Xiong Jiang is a notch weaker than the other two, and your Eagle Claw Technique also restrains him. Only Guan Lie remains. He leads the eleven martial halls on Chenghuang Street. Once you defeat him, the other martial halls will directly submit!"

Wei Zhendong nodded.

"That works. I will issue the challenge tomorrow. I have heard of this Guan Lie before. He has genuine skill in his hands, and I have long wanted to test myself against him."

"Good!"

Joy appeared on Qin Shanlin's face as he clasped his fists. "Then I shall congratulate Brother Wei in advance on your swift success!"

The next day, Fang Mo rose early as usual.

After a night's rest, only faint traces remained of the injury on his arm. Unless one looked closely, they would not notice it at all.

Without disturbing anyone, he went to the testing room and switched on the force tester.

Taking the Tiger Subduing Stance, his blood and qi surged as he directed his qi to his Dantian. Then he suddenly threw a punch, his fist carrying the sound of wind.

Bang!

His fist slammed heavily into the target, producing a muffled boom as the numbers on the tester rapidly jumped.

With a beep, the numbers stopped.

"380 kilograms!"

Fang Mo looked at the reading, and joy still flashed through his eyes. He had gained a hundred kilograms in just a few days.

This figure had already reached the standard for the peak of the Strength Training Realm.

That was to say, as long as he comprehended Ming Jin, he could break through.

Yet the joy vanished in an instant.

With his divine ability, reaching this point had been inevitable. There was nothing to be proud of!

He switched off the machine and went to the front courtyard to continue practicing his fist technique and stance.

Unfortunately, he could not go to Iron Stone recently, so he could only slowly temper himself on his own.

He practiced for two hours. The others gradually arrived as well, each finding a place to practice their fist techniques.

Chu Silin came too. In the past, she had always found a spot to practice by herself, but today, she observed Fang Mo intentionally yet seemingly without intent. When Fang Mo took a break, she walked over.

"Senior Brother Fang, it seems your Tiger Subduing Fist has improved again, hasn't it?"

Fang Mo looked at Chu Silin in some surprise.

Chu Silin was quite proud. She only associated with a few students who came from good families and had good Bone Structure, rarely paying attention to anyone else. She had never even spoken a single word to him, so why had she suddenly come over to speak with him today?

Looking at Chu Silin's large, fluttering eyes, he somehow felt that something was off.

He merely smiled mildly and said,

"I am not sure either. I just practice like this every day!"

With a pitiful expression on her face, Chu Silin said,

"Senior Brother Fang, could you give me some pointers? There are some parts of the Tiger Subduing Fist that I do not understand too well!"

Fang Mo's heart stirred. She was asking him for guidance? Was this a joke?

Everyone knew they looked down on him, so he directly refused. "Junior Sister Chu, are you making fun of me? How would I dare give you pointers on fist techniques?"

"Silin, what could Fang Mo possibly teach you? If there is anything you do not understand, I will teach you!"

At that moment, Miao Ping suddenly spoke from nearby. His gaze swept over Fang Mo, carrying a warning.

"Alright, Senior Brother Miao!"

Chu Silin answered, then ran over to Miao Ping with a smile.

She had only wanted to see whether Fang Mo was Iron Mask from last night, but that was not important. Senior Brother Miao's attention was what truly mattered.

Fang Mo felt puzzled.

Guan Lu last night, and Chu Silin today—both were rather strange.

However, he shook his head and cast aside those distracting thoughts, then continued practicing his fist technique.

Bang! Bang! Bang!!

"People of Tiger Might Martial Arts School, come out!"

Before Fang Mo had even finished one set of punches, heavy pounding sounded at the gate outside the courtyard, accompanied by shouting.