Chapter 1 The Imminent Battle

Six meters separated them, inside and outside the courtyard gate. The two grandmasters stood facing each other, a heavy atmosphere slowly rising.

"It's at its limit..."

An Qisheng wanted to keep watching, but he felt a wave of helplessness in his heart.

Every second he stayed here seemed to drain his physical and mental strength. If he stayed any longer, he estimated he would faint outside.

Therefore, even though the two grandmasters were about to fight, he had to withdraw from this state.

As soon as he pulled out of the perspective, An Qisheng felt a strong sense of discomfort.

It was as if he had fallen from heaven to hell, and the familiar stabbing pain, accompanied by unbearable weakness, brought him back to reality.

Compared to Wang Honglin's body, his own was unbelievably weak.

"Baodan..." (Embracing the Dan)

An Qisheng's eyes were half-closed, the previous sensations vividly replaying in his mind.

The Jin (force) variations of a Baodan-level boxing grandmaster, the pinnacle of Bajiquan (Eight Extremities Fist).

His body hadn't improved at all, but the gloom in his heart had been swept away!

A moment later, sensing someone approaching the exhibition hall, he put down the yellowed manuscript and strode out.

By now, An Qisheng knew that he could see Wang Honglin's past not because of the manuscript itself, but because of the strong mental imprint Wang Honglin had left on it.

Now that the mental imprint was on him, the manuscript had naturally lost it.

Therefore, the manuscript was no longer useful to him.

"This student, due to unforeseen circumstances, the Expo is temporarily suspended. Please leave first."

A young man in work clothes strode into the exhibition hall, his expression changing when he saw An Qisheng. He spoke loudly.

"Temporarily suspended? What happened?"

An Qisheng paused, frowning slightly.

The Da Xuan Martial Arts Expo's dates were announced months in advance, and martial arts enthusiasts from all over the world would flock to it when it began.

It would never be suspended unless a particularly serious accident had occurred.

What worried him was that An Jianzhong had also joined the security detail for this event. If something had really happened, he might be in danger.

"I can't disclose that. Please just come with me."

The staff member strode over, reaching for An Qisheng's shoulder.

His fingers were long and slender, with thick calluses on the knuckles. The grab was quick and accurate. Before he even finished speaking, he was about to seize An Qisheng's shoulder.

"Eagle Claw Capturing Hand?"

An Qisheng recognized the young man's technique. Without a word, he took a step forward, just barely dodging the grab. He shrugged his shoulder, knocking aside the youth's wrist.

"You haven't told me what happened. Why should I leave?"

The young man was extremely fast, covering more than ten meters in a few strides, and he didn't seem to touch the display stands on either side, demonstrating his impressive physical abilities.

"Eh?"

Missing the grab, the young man was a little surprised. Although his Eagle Claw Capturing Hand wasn't perfect, the fact that this young man could dodge and counterattack showed that he had a foundation in martial arts.

"A group of vicious people broke into the martial arts hall. For your safety, you should leave with me as soon as possible."

The young man withdrew his hand, looking apologetic.

"Time is of the essence. I didn't mean to attack you."

"Wait for me to make a call."

An Qisheng thought for a moment and took out his cell phone to dial An Jianzhong's number.

"Dad..."

"There are some things I can't say. Leave first. The martial arts hall is a bit dangerous."

Before An Qisheng could speak, An Jianzhong's urgent voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Don't worry about me. Just go home."

"Be careful yourself."

An Qisheng said, hanging up the phone.

"Your dad is An Jianzhong?"

Before An Qisheng could put his phone away, the young man suddenly spoke.

"You're not a staff member of the martial arts hall, are you?"

An Qisheng put his phone in his pocket, subtly taking a step back.

"I know all the staff members of the martial arts hall, and your accent is local to Xing City, which means you're not a staff member from Shanghai."

"You have a good eye."

The young man tilted his head, seeming to relax after recognizing An Qisheng.

"It's said that over a year ago, An Jianzhong's son contracted a terminal illness and dropped out of Xuanjing University. He then disappeared for a year. It seems your illness wasn't cured after all."

The young man looked at An Qisheng, a strange smile on his face.

An Jianzhong was 1.9 meters tall, as burly as a bear spirit. Who would have thought his son would be as thin as a chicken now?

No wonder he hadn't recognized him.

"You're wrong about one thing. I only took a leave of absence, not dropped out."

An Qisheng let his arms hang loose, appearing relaxed.

"I heard that you not only have good martial arts talent, but you're also very smart. Your investments have made a fortune. You're quite wealthy."

The young man flicked his hand, a ferocious grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"Take my advice and buy a few apartments in Xuanjing now. Sell them in three to five years and you're guaranteed to make more money than you would by shady means, and it's much safer."

An Qisheng's eyes were half-closed, the previous sensations flooding back into his mind.

"Buy apartments? Only an idiot would buy apartments these days!"

The young man sneered, taking a step forward, his arm reaching out, fingers extended, grabbing at An Qisheng.

"Besides, I don't lack money!"

This grab was different from the casual one before.

His five fingers contracted and extended, making cracking sounds as they rubbed together. The speed was extremely fast, the claw shadows illusory and real, radiating killing intent.

As he clawed, his eyes became fierce and cruel, the muscles in his ribs bulging outwards, stretching his clothes tight, as if about to spread his wings.

At first glance, he looked like an eagle swooping down from a thousand meters, about to shatter An Qisheng's shoulder with savage force!

"This person has entered the dark Jin realm, a master!"

The moment the young man's Eagle Claw reached out, An Qisheng jumped back like a startled cat, his whole body breaking out in goosebumps.

This young man's boxing skill was not as profound as the old Daoist Li Qingyuan of Tianlian Mountain, but his physical abilities were much stronger.

With this one move, An Qisheng sensed danger.

If he hadn't gotten sick, he could have stepped forward and tried a head-on collision with the fierce power of Bajiquan, but now he absolutely couldn't afford to fight head-on.

Sizzle~

An Qisheng dodged with a backward leap, but the clothes on his chest were torn into strips, and spots of blood immediately oozed from his skin.

"Hmph!"

Missing with one strike, the young man stepped forward again, his arms extended one in front of the other, the claw shadows like a large net, enveloping An Qisheng.

The Eagle Claw Capturing Hand was a fist technique from the Da Xuan military, fierce and ruthless. To practice this claw technique, the ten fingers had to be soaked in a special medicinal solution for a year. Once mastered, two fingers could pinch and flatten iron sand!

If caught by it, a broken head and bleeding were light injuries. Dismemberment was not an exaggeration!

"I can't fight for long. To win quickly, I have to take a risk..."

An Qisheng protected his body with his arms, retreating continuously, his mind racing.

He had entered Wang Honglin's body with his perspective, feeling the way the boxing grandmaster exerted force, and the pinnacle of boxing techniques.

But there was still a long way to go before he could truly use them.

It wasn't possible to become a grandmaster in an instant.

"Got you!"

After a few rounds of fighting, the young man's eyes lit up. His five fingers extended, grabbing An Qisheng's left shoulder.

Crack~

With just one grab, An Qisheng's scapula let out a groan, almost shattered.

Bang!

Ignoring the sharp pain in his shoulder, An Qisheng punched him in the face.

"You're too green."

The young man grabbed An Qisheng's shoulder with one hand, and suddenly raised the other, his five fingers spread out, blocking An Qisheng's punch.

"Green?"

An Qisheng spat out a mouthful of blood, stomping his foot with force, the Jin climbing section by section, reaching his shoulder and elbow.

At the same time, he bent his arm, following the young man's pulling force, and struck the young man's chest with a flat elbow.

Opening move, six forces combined into one.

Bajiquan, Ding Xin Zhou (Heart Piercing Elbow)!