Damn, It's Fist Intent!

Before long, the Hall Master responsible for this district arrived.

"Where is he? Where is he? Where is this Mid-grade Master who has cultivated Fist Intent?"

His voice arrived before he did.

Li Xian looked toward the sound and saw a tall, burly man with a face full of stubble walking in with a hearty laugh.

This man was Huang Jinglong, the Hall Master of the Cao Gang in charge of this area.

"Hall Master, it's him."

Yang Desheng stepped forward and pointed at Li Xian, who was standing to the side.

Huang Jinglong stared with wide eyes, looking Li Xian up and down, and said with an expression of utter disbelief.

"Him? He's so young, he probably hasn't even grown all his hair yet. He can cultivate Fist Intent? Asheng, is there something wrong with your brain?"

Yang Desheng could only offer a bitter smile upon hearing this. He didn't want to believe it either, but it was the truth.

Although geniuses were rare in this world, they did exist after all.

Li Xian crossed his arms and said with a smile, "What is your surname, Hall Master?"

"No need for formalities, it's Huang."

Li Xian said, "If Hall Master Huang doesn't believe me, we can spar."

Huang Jinglong's eyes lit up. "Good! Straightforward! You said it yourself, mind you."

"Of course."

After saying this, Li Xian lifted his foot and walked outside. "The space inside is small; I'm afraid we won't be able to stretch out. Let's go outside."

"Good, good, good! You're a straightforward lad."

Huang Jinglong laughed heartily and followed him.

Inside the room, Yang Desheng and several subordinates looked at Li Xian's back with expressions of pity.

"What a pity. This young man ran into our Hall Master; I'm afraid he's in for a rough time today."

"Indeed. Our Hall Master is a notorious martial arts fanatic who loves to spar, and his fists are heavy. He has accidentally beaten people to death several times already."

"I bet that kid won't last twenty moves."

"That's too many. I bet ten moves."

"Five moves!"

Yang Desheng immediately put a stop to their behavior.

"What time do you think it is? Still gambling here? Hurry up and go outside to keep watch; don't let the Hall Master take another life."

"Yes, yes, listening to Boss Yang."

"Let's go, let's go, everyone go outside to watch the show."

With Huang Jinglong making a move, they weren't worried in the slightest; they were even eager to start a betting pool for fun.

Huang Jinglong was a notorious martial arts fanatic. Having reached the Mid-sixth Grade in his forties, he had managed to hone a bit of Fist Intent, and he loved finding people to spar with in his spare time.

However, this man had no sense of restraint. Once he started fighting, he was like a madman, and he had already seriously injured several people during spars.

That was why Yang Desheng and Brother Xin felt such pity for Li Xian.

So young and ignorant of the immensity of heaven and earth, always thinking his martial arts were the best in the world—now, he was finally going to kick an iron plate.

Stepping outside, the wide street was already packed with people.

These were all men who worked at the docks. Seeing that someone was actually going to fight Huang Jinglong, they immediately crowded around to watch the excitement.

"Look, look, someone else is going to fight Hall Master Huang."

"There really are people who aren't afraid of death."

"Oh my, this young lad, how old is he? Going up against Hall Master Huang, he probably won't survive this."

The crowd grew larger and larger, gradually forming a human wall, pointing at Li Xian and whispering among themselves.

No one thought Li Xian could win; everyone felt he would lose miserably.

"Kid, watch closely!"

Huang Jinglong laughed loudly. His body shuddered, and a fierce, tyrannical Fist Intent erupted.

"It's coming, it's Hall Master Huang's Vajra Fist."

"Look at this Fist Intent; it's even more violent than before. I'm afraid Hall Master has gotten stronger again."

"Haha, that kid is probably stunned. He might not even know such a thing as Fist Intent exists in this world."

The men in the crowd laughed loudly.

However...

A deafening roar erupted, and a fierce, wild Fist Intent soared into the sky, surpassing Hall Master Huang's Fist Intent in both power and intensity.

The onlookers felt their scalps tingle from the impact of this Fist Intent.

"Good heavens, this kid has also cultivated Fist Intent!!!"

"Am I seeing things? It really is Fist Intent. How old is he even?"

"No wonder this kid dared to ask Hall Master Huang for a sparring match. Turns out he really has the goods!"

"Tiger Cannon Fist!"

Feeling Li Xian's Fist Intent, Huang Jinglong felt no fear at all; on the contrary, his fighting spirit soared even higher.

"Good, good, good! Now this is worth watching!"

Huang Jinglong laughed loudly, his feet pushing off the ground as his body shot forward like an arrow from a bow, throwing a straight punch toward Li Xian's head.

Li Xian calmly extended a fist to meet it, looking completely effortless.

Immediately after, the two began trading blows in the middle of the street, exchanging moves back and forth, fighting speed with speed.

To the onlookers, they appeared as nothing more than flickering phantoms, moving so fast it left the crowd dizzy and their jaws on the floor.

"Damn, this kid is this strong?"

"I originally thought he was at most a bit better than Boss Yang, but I never expected him to be able to trade blows with the Hall Master."

"It's more than that. Looking at the kid, I'm afraid he hasn't even used his full strength yet."

In the fray, Li Xian's expression remained calm. Every move and stance was fluid and natural, composed and unhurried, as if this entire ordeal were nothing more than a casual stroll for him.

And that was indeed the truth. From the beginning until now, he had only used Tiger Cannon Fist to engage, having yet to employ the Thirteen Taibao Horizontal Training hard qigong.

A person must always keep an ace up their sleeve; being too flashy wasn't his style.

"Stop, stop."

After clashing fists with Li Xian, Huang Jinglong retreated several meters, panting heavily as he called out.

He had never experienced a fight like this. He had exhausted all his techniques and was drenched in sweat, yet the other party looked as relaxed as if he were out for a walk, his face not even flushed, his breathing steady.

Even a fool could tell that the other party was holding back.

"You kid, you're young, but your kung fu is excellent."

"I appreciate the gesture, Hall Master," Li Xian said with a slight smile.

Huang Jinglong asked, "What is your name?"

"My name is Li Xian."

"Good. From this day forward, you, Li Xian, are a brother of my Cao Gang."