Wing Chun White Crane Boxing Gym: A Challenge? Is the Janitor a Hidden Transformation Grandmaster?

About two hours later, the car stopped at their destination in Fuzhou.

Sun Na and Pan Xiaoli looked up and spotted an old gym nearby called the Wing Chun White Crane Boxing Gym. They were about to wake Li Hansha, only to find that he was already awake in the back seat. His eyes shone with such piercing intensity that their breath caught.

When a person's Essence Qi Spirit reached a certain level, it naturally exerted a powerful pressure on others. Some called it "eyes like lightning, illuminating an empty room." It was a sign of martial arts practiced to a profound level.

"Thanks. I'm going to find someone to spar with..."

With that, Li Hansha opened the door and strode straight toward the Wing Chun White Crane Boxing Gym, his eyes alight.

Sun Na and Pan Xiaoli exchanged a glance from inside the car.

"Nana, should we follow him?"

Sun Na bit her lip and made up her mind at once. "Do you even have to ask? Of course we're following him! He's a top-tier master. We can use this chance to get closer to him. Tell the fans in the group—we're going live now! This could be our big break!"

Having decided, Sun Na and Pan Xiaoli grabbed their streaming equipment and hurried after him. They were no beginners; in no time, they had the stream ready and the camera trained on Li Hansha ahead.

"Everyone! Look at that back! Recognize which incredible master this is? My luck today has been amazing..."

Li Hansha, who had deliberately slowed his steps, heard them behind him and gave a faint smile. He walked straight into the Wing Chun White Crane Boxing Gym. The show Main Body Gu Chen had prepared earlier with Refine Falsehood Into Truth was about to begin.

"Hello. Are you here to sign up for classes?"

At the receptionist's question, Li Hansha stopped and looked over the Wing Chun White Crane students practicing inside. Only then did he ask, "Where's your gym owner?"

"Uh... She hasn't arrived yet. Is there anything I can help you with?" The receptionist paused and sized him up. There was something odd about his tone. Was this young man a friend or relative of the owner?

"You can't help me. I came to spar with an expert in Wing Chun White Crane Fist and explore the deeper mysteries of National Martial Arts..."

Before Li Hansha could finish, the receptionist's expression changed. These days, wasn't "sparring," as people called it online, just another way of saying he had come to challenge the gym? This was beyond her authority.

"Senior Brother Chen Jing, someone here wants to spar with the owner..."

Spar with the owner? Wasn't that a challenge to the gym?

The words set off a wave of chatter. The students inside turned to look, curiously sizing up Li Hansha at the front desk.

Chen Jing, a tall coach at the gym, narrowed his eyes at Li Hansha in his black clothes, then at Sun Na and Pan Xiaoli with their cameras and streaming gear. He snorted. "You want to spar with the owner? Think this gym's an easy target? Get in the ring. We don't need the owner to deal with livestream challengers like you. I can—"

Li Hansha looked at the hostile Chen Jing and shook his head. "You haven't developed even a trace of Internal Force. You haven't so much as stepped through the door of martial arts. The gap between us is too wide. Have your owner come out instead..."

The people in the Wing Chun White Crane Boxing Gym bristled. They glared at Li Hansha, outraged. He had come to challenge their gym, and he was this arrogant?

In Sun Na's Livestream Room, the viewers were fired up. Bullet Comments flew across the screen, and a wave of rockets and small gifts poured in.

—"A Pillaring Grandmaster really is terrifying!" "That was badass!" "This gym's pretty famous in Fuzhou. Is he sure he can handle it?" "Waiting for the epic fight!" "Keep the camera on them, streamer! Don't miss a second!"

Chen Jing, one of the men at the center of it all, was furious. He glared at the challenger standing by the front desk and snapped,

"You've got a beating coming. I've trained for almost eight years—sanda, kickboxing, mixed martial arts, you name it. I've fought in plenty of matches, and no one's ever looked down on me like this. If you've got the guts, get in the ring. Let's see what you can do..."

"Since you don't believe me, I'll show you what real National Martial Arts looks like..." Li Hansha shook his head and crossed the distance in a few quick steps. Chen Jing jumped in surprise, then grew angrier still.

"I'll teach you some manners on behalf of the gym!" Chen Jing growled. He aimed for Li Hansha's jaw and threw a heavy hook followed by a jab. With his strength and speed, one punch could knock a burly man cold. He didn't think Li Hansha could block them.

Facing the hook and jab, Li Hansha shifted his footing and closed in. He pressed a palm against Chen Jing's abdomen. Internal Force burst from it in an instant, like water exploding from a shattered vessel, delivering a devastating blow at point-blank range.

The impact was beyond description. Chen Jing felt as though a bull had slammed into him. His world spun as he flew through the air and struck the wall, hanging there like a painting for a full three seconds before falling.

Cries rang out through the gym. No one had expected Chen Jing, second only to the owner and rich in combat experience, to be sent flying in a single exchange!

Sun Na's Livestream Room erupted. One wealthy viewer sent five rockets at once.

—"He sent a man flying into the wall with one hand! Unbelievable!" "Holy shit! Is this what a master can do?" "Can a human punch really hit that hard? Enough to send someone flying seven or eight meters? Are they filming a movie?" "That's way too insane!" "Is National Martial Arts really this powerful? How come I've never heard of it?"

"Who exactly are you? With strength like yours, why insist on making trouble for my gym?"

A grave voice came from the entrance. The owner of the Wing Chun White Crane Boxing Gym had returned. Unexpectedly, the owner was a tall woman in a tracksuit, her hair tied in a ponytail. She looked capable and sharp.

"Owner Fang! You're back!"

"Owner Fang Xiu, this guy came to challenge the gym!"

"Be careful, Owner Fang Xiu. He's strong..."

Li Hansha turned to look Fang Xiu over, then shook his head again. "Who would have thought the once-renowned Wing Chun White Crane Fist would fall so far? Even its gym owner hasn't reached Manifesting Strength. I came looking for a true Wing Chun White Crane Fist master and found none. What a pity..."

Manifesting Strength? A true Wing Chun White Crane Fist master?

Everyone in the gym looked baffled. Owner Fang Xiu frowned, unable to understand what this challenger wanted.

"What exactly are you trying to—"

Before Fang Xiu could finish, a sigh came from the corner. "Sending a man flying like a painting hung on a wall... You've reached such heights in National Martial Arts at such a young age. Why press this young woman so hard? There are still a few inheritors of Wing Chun White Crane Fist. Let me spar with you today. I can't let you ruin its good name right before my eyes..."

Everyone turned toward the corner and saw the elderly janitor holding a mop bucket and a rag. Fang Xiu froze, her expression turning strange as she stared at him. Wasn't he the cleaner the gym had hired? Could he be a master hiding in plain sight?

Sun Na and Pan Xiaoli watched in excitement, aiming the camera at the two men. The Livestream Room's Bullet Comments came alive again, and five more small rockets flew across the screen.

—"This is getting intense! He forced a hidden master to come out!" "Isn't that just the janitor?" "Damn! The guy sweeping the floor really is a master! The old stories weren't lying!" "Holy crap!"

Li Hansha's eyes lit up as he stared at the unassuming janitor. He cupped his fists in salute. "So the real master was hiding in the corner! With such command of your Internal Force and presence, you must be a Wing Chun White Crane Fist master who has reached Transforming Strength. I'm Li Hansha. Please teach me!"

The elderly janitor sighed. He set down his mop bucket and walked slowly toward Li Hansha, his posture straight and his eyes keen. He looked like a white crane poised to strike. He returned the salute.

"This old man is Fang Hansong. Wing Chun White Crane Fist. Please teach me!"

Their presence surged, giving off an invisible pressure that made everyone in the gym hold their breath. Fang Xiu, the gym owner, was even more bewildered. How had she known nothing about a master hidden in her own gym?