Fist vs. Fist

Just the next day.

The Lin family couple died in their home, as Chen Feng had expected.

Finally, people sent by the government, as if rushing to complete a mission, hastily ruled it as the work of a gang.

No evidence, no reason.

Pure speculation.

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It was that careless.

Even Chen Feng, the culprit, felt a sense of melancholy. In the past, the Chen family was also like this, ignored by everyone. Now, the Lin family had finally tasted such bitterness.

Because the gangs had been too rampant lately.

Many people were happy to see this black pot placed on the heads of inner-city gangs like Yicheng Hall.

They would take this opportunity, through the Li Family behind the Lin Family, to suppress their arrogant momentum.

As for who the murderer was.

It was no longer that important.

Time flew by, and half a month passed.

On this day, Chen Feng was still in the martial arts hall, but he wasn't practicing punches. Instead, he was relaxing his mind, searching for an opportunity to break through.

Perhaps it was due to his Zhong Xia Gen Gu.

Chen Feng vaguely felt that breaking through from the Bone Forging Realm to the Viscera Quenching Realm was somewhat difficult.

However...

One thing was worth rejoicing about—he had discovered a way to quickly earn experience points:

Leading students in the martial arts hall.

He found that whether he was demonstrating martial arts to new disciples or guiding them, he could gain a large number of experience points.

The greater their progress, the more Chen Feng gained.

Furthermore, the system would grant him the identity of [Jiao Xi], and at the end of each day, another batch of experience points would be credited, a win-win situation.

Meanwhile.

Because Chen Feng's Five Elements Fist Technique had reached the [Perfected] realm, which was certified by the system, teaching was incredibly easy for him.

He could answer any difficult question and correct even the slightest deviation in posture in a timely manner.

His guidance was precise, and he was kind to everyone.

Chen Feng's reputation at the Dragon Walk Martial Arts School was subtly overshadowing the other Personal Disciples!

Many newly admitted Female Trainees even bypassed the Gun Yuan to specifically seek out Chen Feng at the Fist Academy to learn fist techniques.

It was worth noting that the Gun Yuan had Senior Sister Su Wanqing, yet Chen Feng's popularity still eclipsed hers.

This puzzled Yao Xingzhi greatly.

However, upon closer thought, it made perfect sense:

Among all the Personal Disciples, Chen Feng was the only one with Zhong Xia Gen Gu. The rest were all exceptionally talented. Furthermore, Chen Feng's background from the Slums added an extraordinary dimension to his story.

A rise from the grassroots.

He was like a protagonist from a storybook.

Chen Feng had already become a legendary figure in the mouths of many disciples.

There was only one regrettable point: he couldn't teach Meng Zhaowu.

Chen Feng remembered his friend who would secretly slip him silver. It was one of the few acts of kindness he had felt since his transmigration.

He heard from other disciples that Meng Zhaowu had apparently decided to give up martial arts and return home to take over his father's merchant guild...

"Senior Brother Chen! Senior Brother Chen!"

Several disciples ran quickly towards Chen Feng.

"What is it? More doubts about fist techniques?"

Chen Feng replied with a kind smile. In his eyes, these disciples were all walking experience points.

"No, no, it's that Senior Brother Zhao asked us to call you to the Backyard if we saw you," replied a few disciples.

Fourth Senior Brother?

Chen Feng's eyes showed a hint of thought, and then he strode towards the Backyard.

As soon as he entered the Courtyard.

He saw Zhao Shanyue, shirtless, punching in the yard. His Muscles and Bones crackled with every punch, each imbued with immense power.

"Senior Brother, you were looking for me?"

Seeing Chen Feng arrive, Zhao Shanyue slowly retracted his fist and stopped his movements.

"I asked you to come over today at Master's instruction. He wants me to spar with you to hone your combat skills."

Chen Feng was taken aback.

"Spar?"

"Precisely," Zhao Shanyue said. "You haven't sparred with someone at the same cultivation realm before, have you? Sparring is for us to exchange blows and gain experience in actual combat."

"Wooden stakes just stand there blankly for you to hit, but when it comes to a real fight, the enemy won't."

Chen Feng understood this principle.

While strength and realm were important, if one didn't know how to use them at a critical moment, they were just a slightly bigger sandbag.

Therefore, solely focusing on arduous cultivation was not advisable.

It would lead to a lack of combat experience.

Master must have thought Chen Feng had this need, which was why he instructed Fourth Senior Brother to spar with him.

Chen Feng recalled his martial arts journey.

It seemed that in every fight, the gap in strength between both sides was huge. Either Chen Feng would instantly kill the opponent, or he would be chased by Iron Butcher.

There wasn't a single time where they exchanged blows for a few rounds.

"But..."

Chen Feng looked at his Fourth Senior Brother, whose muscles were bulging, and felt a little intimidated.

Zhao Shanyue was in the Viscera Quenching Realm!

That was a whole major realm higher. Fighting him would be like beating up a child, right?

As if sensing Chen Feng's concern, Zhao Shanyue smiled and said, "I'll suppress my strength to the Bone Forging Realm. Just think of me as having a slightly tougher physique than ordinary people."

With that said, Chen Feng definitely wouldn't refuse. It was a good opportunity to hone his combat skills and avoid becoming someone flashy but impractical, a weakling who would be crushed by peers.

Honestly, he also wanted to know what his current level was.

His strength had been improving too quickly lately, making him feel a bit restless. Perhaps sparring with his Senior Brother could help him calm down.

To know that there's always someone better out there.

Chen Feng took a deep breath, slowly clenched his fists, and assumed the starting stance of the Five Elements Fist Technique.

"Senior Brother, please!"

"Very good!"

Seeing Chen Feng enter the zone so quickly, Zhao Shanyue nodded in approval and also took his stance.

"You attack first."

Chen Feng didn't hesitate. A sharp glint gathered in his eyes. The moment Zhao Shanyue finished speaking.

Chen Feng's feet suddenly exerted force, and his body lunged forward. Without any fancy moves, he threw a straight punch, a Surging Fist aimed directly at Zhao Shanyue's chest.

"Well done!"

A trace of admiration flashed in Zhao Shanyue's eyes. However, his feet remained motionless. Just before Chen Feng's fist landed.

His aura instantly surged, and pure Qi Blood churned outwards.

Chen Feng's heart jolted, and his attacking fist faltered. The next second--

Zhao Shanyue slowly raised his right fist and unleashed a Collapsing Fist Style, imbued with surging Blood Qi, striking out fiercely.

To Chen Feng's astonished gaze, it landed on the opening in his chest a step faster!

This strike was undoubtedly powerful. If it had landed fully, Chen Feng would have been severely injured.

However, Zhao Shanyue stopped short. His clenched fist suddenly transformed into a palm, and the fierce power vanished without a trace. In the end, it was just a powerful force that pushed Chen Feng back.

Even so, Chen Feng felt a dull ache in his chest.

"Clear your mind! Once a punch is thrown, there's no taking it back! Don't let me disrupt you and lose your focus!"

Zhao Shanyue shouted sternly.

"Treat me as your enemy! Attack with all you've got! Don't hold back!"

Chen Feng's heart tightened. He silently cleared all distracting thoughts from his mind, his muscles tensing.

The Tai Chi Profound Origin Technique began to circulate spontaneously. Pure Martial Way Blood Qi surged within his body, like war drums beating before a battle, rumbling loudly.

Hum--

Suddenly, it felt like a jolt of electricity, like a shuttle, flashed through his mind.

Chen Feng suddenly felt a sense of clarity, as if he were in a void. In his vision, only his Fourth Senior Brother remained, nothing else.

Zhao Shanyue's pupils contracted sharply.

This is...

Flow State!