Chapter 145 Order

"Oh?"

Wang Zhixuan glanced at An Qisheng indifferently, her eyes behind the sunglasses like knives slicing across his body.

Where her gaze landed, An Qisheng felt a pressing, knife-like force, and goosebumps rose all over his skin.

This woman’s skill of observation was superb. If she were to get angry, she really seemed capable of scaring people out of their wits.

However, his heart remained calm, and he met her gaze peacefully.

From Wang Zhixuan’s few words after appearing, An Qisheng already understood her identity and intentions.

However, he had already promised to teach Bajiquan to Wang Anfeng, so there was no reason to teach it to an outsider halfway.

"Interesting."

After a moment of eye contact, Wang Zhixuan smiled lightly and reached out her hand: "Let me reintroduce myself. I'm Wang Zhixuan, the second eldest sister of that kid Wang Anfeng."

Her movements were natural, her palm white and translucent, her fingers slender and full of beauty.

"An Qisheng."

An Qisheng's expression was solemn as he slowly grasped the woman's hand. This was a test.

Their hands met.

The moment their palms touched, An Qisheng's expression changed. A sharp glint seemed to flash beneath the sunglasses. At the same time, it felt like he wasn't holding a hand, but a hedgehog covered in thorns!

A Huajin (Transformation Realm) master has their Jing (internal force) permeating their entire body, so much so that a feather cannot be added, and a fly cannot land.

They can unleash fierce Jing from every part of their body.

At this moment, An Qisheng felt like he was holding a hedgehog, a red-hot iron, and ten-thousand-year-old ice!

In just an instant, his hand and forearm had lost all sensation!

Bang!

An Qisheng's chest heaved for a moment, and he suddenly stomped his foot on the ground. Power rose from his foot, climbing section by section through his shin, knee, waist, upper arm, and elbow, reaching his wrist, palm, and finally condensing at his fingertips!

At the same time, his forearm seemed to lift and press, like shaking a spear!

This was the Bajiquan's method of generating force. From stomping the foot to raising the arm, it looked simple, but in reality, it required extremely deep boxing skills.

If an ordinary person were to have their hand grasped so lightly by An Qisheng, they could be directly thrown into the air and knocked unconscious with a casual toss.

Unfortunately, he was facing a Huajin grandmaster today.

"Stomping, generating force, Bajiquan's 'Shaking the Spear'?"

A faint smile appeared on Wang Zhixuan's cold face.

An Qisheng's heart tensed.

His Jing had already reached its limit. Speaking would release that breath, yet this woman could still speak calmly, clearly at ease.

A Huajin grandmaster was indeed far stronger than he was at this moment.

*Ba-嗒*

After saying that calmly, Wang Zhixuan lightly shook her clenched fingers.

This shake was like a peerless general on an ancient battlefield casually grabbing the head of an enemy's spear, and then pressing down, wanting to lift An Qisheng up instead!

"Not good, I'm going to be lifted!"

An Qisheng cried out inwardly. If he were to be lifted into the air, he would lose all face.

Immediately, his mind calmed down, and all distracting thoughts vanished. His arm and body trembled slightly, and his lower body suddenly became as firmly rooted as if it were growing into the ground.

The gains from sensing the Jing of a Baodan (Embracing the Elixir) grandmaster every day for the past month were all forced out at once!

Bajiquan emphasizes force originating from the ground, with the knee not exceeding the toes. The lower body stance is always extremely stable. An Qisheng felt the boxing skills of Grandmaster Wang Honglin every day.

The greatest improvement was in this lower body stance.

"Oh?"

The woman's eyes under the sunglasses flashed with a hint of light when she failed to lift An Qisheng with her initial burst of force.

In that last instant, he felt as if this sickly fellow in front of him had become a different person. He was calm, steady, and as immovable as a mountain, actually giving her a fraction of the feeling she had when facing her own master.

With that thought, Wang Zhixuan released her hand: "To be able to practice Bajiquan to this step, considering your age and the environment you're in, it can be considered quite good."

An Qisheng didn't speak, gritting his teeth as he retracted his numb arm.

"However, Kung Fu is made through fighting, not practice. This card contains a website. There are often tasks issued on it, which are good for your boxing practice."

Wang Zhixuan took off her sunglasses and clipped them to the collar of her coat, turned, and walked towards the SUV. Suddenly, she paused, turned her head, and tossed a card over.

An Qisheng reached out and caught it, looking up in surprise.

With this one look, he understood why this woman was wearing sunglasses in the middle of winter.

Her eyes were long and narrow, her gaze sharp like a knife, and her heroic spirit was compelling. With these eyes, her otherwise unremarkable features came alive, exuding a strange charm.

But with one glance, the idiom "eagle-eyed wolf's gait" flashed through An Qisheng's mind. (Referring to someone with a predatory and untrustworthy nature.)

"You don't want Bajiquan anymore?"

An Qisheng was a little surprised. This woman seemed like a very domineering person. How could she give up so easily?

"Wang Anfeng needs Bajiquan to gain the support of the older generation, but I don't need it."

The car window of the SUV's driver's seat rolled down, and Wang Zhixuan raised her chin slightly, with a faint smile:

"Moreover, I'm a Law Enforcement Martial Artist. If you don't agree, I can't force you to teach me, can I?"

*嗡嗡*

Amidst the muffled roar of the engine, the SUV cut through the snow and disappeared into the misty fog.

An Qisheng was stunned. He looked at the card in his hand: "Law Enforcement Martial Artist Forum Invitation Card, Inviter: Wang Zhixuan."

Law Enforcement Martial Artist?

The legendary Six Doors? (A fictional imperial police force in wuxia stories)

"Interesting..."

An Qisheng put away the card and helplessly glanced at Zhao Huangtian lying motionless in the snow. He sighed, picked him up, and walked towards the Law Enforcement Bureau.

This second-level member of the Beggar Sect, a Huajin grandmaster, had come to save his younger brother. In the end, he still fell on the "forbidden ground" that was Da Xuan.

*嘟嘟*

After filing a report at the Law Enforcement Bureau, An Qisheng's phone rang again not long after he came out.

"Student An, are you alright?"

Li Yan's somewhat cautious voice came from the receiver.

Before An Qisheng could answer, the person on the other end of the phone changed. Wang Anfeng snatched the phone and said anxiously, "Junior An, did anything happen?"

"Not really..."

An Qisheng gripped his right hand, which was still a little sore and numb.

"Did my second sister pressure you about Bajiquan? Let me tell you, she'll scare you at most. Law Enforcement Martial Artists have their own procedures, and even my second sister has to abide by them..."

Wang Anfeng began to pour out his grievances.

He had originally wanted to ask his second sister to secretly protect An Qisheng, but he didn't expect Wang Zhixuan to intervene directly and chase after that Zhao Huangtian for almost a month, finally capturing him.

Then his family was furious and put him on house arrest.

"In a while, I'll go to Modu (Demon City, slang name for Shanghai) and teach you Bajiquan."

An Qisheng interrupted Wang Anfeng's complaints, hung up the phone directly, and walked towards his home.

The more prosperous the city, the less festive the New Year's atmosphere. It was the same in his previous life and in this life.

It wasn't until he reached the residential area that he saw scattered children running and playing in the snow.

"Dad, Mom."

After changing his shoes, which were full of snow, An Qisheng returned home.

The New Year's Eve dinner was very rich and troublesome to make. An Qisheng's parents, who were still busy in the kitchen, didn't come out when they heard their son's voice:

"Go watch TV yourself. The meal won't be ready for a while."

"Okay."

An Qisheng responded and returned to his bedroom. He took out the card Wang Zhixuan gave him and followed the instructions to open the so-called Law Enforcement Martial Artist Forum on his computer.

The first thing that came into view was a sentence that covered the entire screen:

"Order is the foundation of all that is good."