Zhang Zhenlin’s face was gloomy; the thing he feared most had happened.
In the martial arts world, it’s common for different martial arts schools to visit each other for sparring. After all, the best way to test one’s skills is by sparring with others, as only in this way can one find out one’s shortcomings.
Zhang Zhenlin had thought that Li Xiaowen ca here rely for sparring, but now he realized the situation was far from what he imagined.
It was evident that the Li Family Martial Arts School wanted to kick the Zhang Family Boxing Gym out of Qingyuan, intending to monopolize the large piece of the cake that was Qingyuan.
"Master Li truly humbles , you see, your Li Family Martial Arts School is famous in Qingyuan, with hundreds of disciples under your command, and you yourself are a well-known Neijiaquan expert, far surpassing in skill. There’s no need for us to compete." Zhang Zhenlin said politely, "As the saying goes, a guest from afar is a visitor. I happened to obtain so pre-Ming Dragon Well tea this year. If Master Li doesn’t mind, I would be honored to share tea with you."
He didn’t want to fight Li Xiaowen because he knew there was a certain disparity in their skills, and even if he fought with all his might, he might not win.
Therefore, taking the initiative to humble himself and seeking compromise was the only way to survive.
Before Li Xiaowen could speak, a disciple behind him sneered, "What’s so special about pre-Ming Dragon Well? Do you know that our Li Family Martial Arts School usually uses Dahongpao tea from the Wuyi Mountains to boil tea eggs?"
"That’s right, in our Martial Arts Hall, even pigs wouldn’t drink pre-Ming Dragon Well."
The Li Family Martial Arts School disciples burst into laughter, their brows full of disdain and provocation.
The disciples of the Zhang Family Boxing Gym felt a strong surge of anger. They never expected their opponents to be so insulting, treating their master’s sincere intentions as a mockery, which was really too much.
Zhang Zhenlin remained silent, suppressing his anger, and looked amicably at Li Xiaowen.
Li Xiaowen’s eyes were indifferent, "There’s no need for tea, let’s get straight to the point!"
Zhang Zhenlin knew that today’s confrontation was unavoidable, so he said imdiately, "In that case, let learn from Master Li’s Neijiaquan. If my Zhang Family Boxing Gym is defeated, I am willing to disband it and leave Qingyuan."
"Master, it can’t be like this!" A young disciple nad Wang Sheng said anxiously, "If you leave, what will happen to us brothers?"
"Yes, Master, we don’t want you to go." The children in the distance ca closer too, their eyes full of reluctance, and so even shed hot tears.
Zhang Zhenlin forced a smile, reached out to gently touch a young boy’s head, and said softly, "As they say, a master leads you to the door, the rest is up to you. Even if the master leaves, you must not slack off in your practice."
"This path, ultimately, you walk alone. I’m already satisfied to accompany you for a journey."
He didn’t want to leave either because he had spent so much ti to establish himself in Qingyuan, and leaving now would be like watching decades of effort go to waste.
But since the enemy had co to their doorstep, as a martial artist, how could he retreat?
A disciple from the Li Family Martial Arts School laughed heartily, "Master Zhang, you haven’t even officially sparred with my master, and you’re already making arrangents for the aftermath? It seems you know you’re no match for my master. If so, I suggest you admit defeat, kowtow three tis, and then get out of Qingyuan with your baggage!"
Soone else said, "That’s right, as martial artists, the biggest taboo is to lose without a fight. And now, you’ve already lost. Since that’s the case, you might as well admit defeat and avoid a beating. You’re at such an age; if my master accidentally injures you to the point of breaking your bones, what will happen in your later years?"
The disciples of the Li Family Martial Arts School couldn’t help but laugh, as if in their eyes, Zhang Zhenlin had already been pinned to the ground by their master and trampled.
However, Zhang Zhenlin remained calm, smiling as he looked at those young faces, saying, "Today, this will be your last lesson from your master: being born as a person, many tis we are not in control, but the only thing we can do is move forward with courage and live without sha."
"Suffering and pain may crush our bodies, but as long as we have a firm and unyielding spirit, no one can defeat us."
"An indomitable will is our magical treasure to defeat the enemy!"
Saying this, he resolutely moved forward, striding out of the children’s encirclent, then stopped five ters away from Li Xiaowen. His single hand was behind his back, his posture upright, his indifferent face giving a sense of grandeur.
He extended his right hand, gesturing, "Master Zhang has co to challenge; please, make your move!"
Xu Wendong quietly watched the scene, developing a sense of admiration for Zhang Zhenlin. Perhaps he had no hope of winning this fight, but his martial ethics surpassed Li Xiaowen’s.
He knew it was impossible but did it anyway; that was a true man!
A smug smile appeared on Li Xiaowen’s face, "If that’s the case, let experience the power of the Baji Fist!" After saying this, his eyes twisted sharply, and his figure seed like a Spirit Snake, suddenly appearing in front of Zhang Zhenlin.
Xing Yi Quan emphasized intention, and what he was using now was the Spirit Snake movent from the Twelve Forms of Xing Yi Quan.
At the sa ti, he used Drilling Fist from the Five Elents Fist of Xing Yi Quan against his opponent. In the Five Elents Fist, Drilling Fist belonged to water; it appeared gentle like water, but Zhang Zhenlin dared not underestimate it, decisively reaching out to grab Li Xiaowen’s wrist, then retreated quickly, trying to defuse Li Xiaowen’s attack.
But Li Xiaowen didn’t give him the chance, a horizontal punch ruthlessly smashed into Zhang Zhenlin’s chest, causing him to spit a mouthful of fresh blood and be flown back heavily to the ground.
Though Zhang Zhenlin’s skills were remarkable, against a long-renowned Neijiaquan master, even with the fierce and aggressive reputation of Baji Fist, he was no match for Li Xiaowen.
"Dad!"
"Master!"
The disciples of the Zhang Family Boxing Gym rushed over in panic, the scene turning chaotic.
Conversely, the disciples on the Li Family Martial Arts School side all revealed disdainful smiles, the scene before them entirely what they expected.
"Xu Wendong, how is my dad?" Zhang Qianqian anxiously looked at Xu Wendong, eyes brimming with tears.
Xu Wendong checked Zhang Zhenlin’s body, his expression serious, "Master Zhang’s heart vessels are severely damaged, he might not have much ti left!"
Li Xiaowen feigned surprise, "I didn’t use my full strength, how could I have injured Master Zhang so badly? Ah, I thought Master Zhang’s skill was strong, but it turned out to be so vulnerable. Had I known, I wouldn’t have personally taken action." He said this with an amused smile.
"You Li bastard, I’ll kill you!" Zhang Qianqian’s eyes were bloodshot with rage; she didn’t believe Li Xiaowen accidentally injured her father, clearly intending to kill him!
Li Xiaowen was full of disdain, "Even your father isn’t my match; how can you possibly defeat ?"
Zhang Qianqian’s steps faltered, indeed, even her father couldn’t take his move; could she really kill him?
At this mont.
Xu Wendong slowly stood up, "Let handle this."
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