Yang Chengfu.
He was Yang Luchan's grandson.
A Taiji Grandmaster of the Republic of China era.
His father was Yang Jianhou, Yang Luchan's third son.
The Mountain-Guarding Old Man's master, meanwhile, was Yang Banhou, Yang Luchan's second son.
One hard, one soft, the two had taken entirely different paths.
"Heh heh, a true disciple of the Taiji Gate, and you still dare challenge me?"
He excelled at both offense and defense. With the Taiji Hammer and his formidable physical body, his full strength carried crushing weight. Without a body-protecting art, even a glancing touch would injure, and a solid hit would kill.
Still, the man had already cupped his fists in greeting. How could Lian Youming disappoint him?
"It's you, the chief of the Two Teachings, that I want to fight... show me what you've got!"
The two stood in a corner of an alley, secluded and with no one else in sight.
Despite his lean appearance and restrained sinews and bones, the man released force with crisp, explosive speed, like sudden thunder. He had actually turned softness into hardness and grasped a different transformation.
A Foresight Martial Artist?
With a darting step, Yang Weidong closed in, his arms shaking like monstrous pythons and producing two sharp, thunderous cracks.
Spirit-Beating Whip.
Lian Youming stood where he was and raised his index finger, pressing lightly again and again, now left, now right, against his opponent's force. His movements looked casual, yet they were heavy as mountains, pinning his opponent so firmly that he could not advance an inch.
"Gulp!"
More unexpectedly, after over a dozen failed attacks, Yang Weidong stepped back and raised both arms level, assuming the stance of the Golden Toad swallowing heaven and embracing Yin-Yang. He drew a long breath through his mouth, and a deep, clear toad's