Chapter 1 They Say, Better Ten Punches Than One Elbow!

As the saying goes, better to take ten punches than one elbow!

Baji Quan discards the spear for the fist, the elbow is the spearhead!

He Anqi poured the strength of his entire body, using Wang Honglin's Dan Realm grandmaster's method of explosive force. Just how fierce was that thrust of the heart-piercing elbow?

Bang!

Only a muffled sound of flesh colliding could be heard, and the young man's chest immediately collapsed, his back arched high, his eyes visibly bloodshot and turning red. Surging blood broke through the restraints of his orifices and flowed out!

"Ah! I'll kill you!"

But even so, the young man still didn't let go. His five fingers exerted even more force, piercing Anqi Sheng's scapula with a snap, pulling him to the ground, knocking over two exhibition stands.

Crashing sounds~

Amidst the broken shards of glass from the exhibition stands, the two wrestled together.

Bang!!

Anqi Sheng twisted his crushed shoulder, using his flesh and blood to lock the young man's five fingers. His right hand tightly gripped the other hand, while his knee fiercely slammed into his lower abdomen.

"Pfft!"

The young man, suffering this blow, finally couldn't help himself, spitting a mouthful of blood all over Anqi Sheng's head and face, fainting from the pain.

Ripping sound~

Anqi Sheng struggled to his feet, tore off the young man's work uniform, wiped the viscous blood from his face, and looked down at the young man's twisted face, still shaken.

"Where did this savage come from?"

Anqi Sheng clutched his left shoulder, blood streaming from the five finger holes.

This young man had a military grappling technique and fought quite fiercely. If he hadn't been planning to capture him alive, and he hadn't seized the initiative, he would have had basically no chance of winning.

Looking at his own shattered, black-screened phone, Anqi Sheng bent down and searched the young man's body, but found nothing that could prove his identity.

Fortunately, his phone was sturdy. Even with a broken screen, it could still be used.

Just as Anqi Sheng was about to dial his father's number, his phone suddenly lit up. It was an unknown number with no name displayed.

Hesitating for two seconds, he hung up the call.

"What? You were attacked, and they used the military's Eagle Claw grappling technique?"

On the other end of the phone, An Jianzhong jumped up in shock:

"You wait there, I'll be right over!"

Beep beep beep~

Casually tossing the hung-up phone aside, Anqi Sheng leaned against an exhibition stand and began to clean the shards of glass from his body, assessing his injuries.

Prolonged illness may not necessarily make one a doctor, but those who practice martial arts often know a little medicine.

His left shoulder: the scapula was shattered, the humerus was also damaged, and the collarbone was probably fractured as well...

When An Jianzhong rushed over, seeing his son covered in blood, his heart ached, and his hands trembled.

"This bastard!"

An Jianzhong looked at the unconscious young man at his feet, wishing he could stomp his head.

"What exactly happened?"

Anqi Sheng, who had used his own clothes to bandage his shoulder, walked over and described what had happened earlier in concise sentences.

An Jianzhong listened with a pounding heart. He had experienced similar things himself, so he knew how dangerous the previous battle had been.

Snap!

The 1.9-meter-tall man raised his foot and crushed both scapulae of the unconscious young man, then took out a special alloy handcuff and cuffed him.

An Jianzhong lifted the young man with one hand, his expression serious:

"This matter can't be explained in a few words. You come with me first. The martial arts hall is under martial law right now; I can't even get out."

Anqi Sheng nodded. Although his injuries were serious, they weren't fatal. Knowing the urgency of the situation, he could only follow him to the second floor of the martial arts hall.

On the second floor of the martial arts hall, there were quite a few people scattered around.

Anqi Sheng glanced around and saw that more than half of them were wearing uniforms, the Xing City Enforcement Team, and a small portion were in plain clothes, probably from the Shanghai Martial Arts Association.

Most of the Shanghai Martial Arts Association people were young, and there was even an acquaintance: Wang Anfeng, who had ranted about bad TV dramas on the train that day, and his friend Li Yan.

The two were accompanying a young man with a calm and collected aura. They were also somewhat surprised to see Anqi Sheng.

Seeing An Jianzhong, several people in uniform stepped forward and carried the unconscious young man aside.

Another middle-aged man glanced at Anqi Sheng's shoulder and frowned slightly:

"Qisheng, are you alright?"

"I'm fine, Uncle Chen."

Anqi Sheng sat on the sofa, the bandaged clothes on his shoulder stained with blood:

"My bones were crushed, but it's not a big deal."

The man who spoke was named Chen Zhengqiao, An Jianzhong's childhood friend and old partner, who had watched Anqi Sheng grow up since he was a child.

"Nonsense! Your bones are crushed, and it's not a big deal? Get the medicine quickly."

Chen Zhengqiao scolded and ordered someone to bring the medicine.

Several enforcement team members brought a first-aid kit and re-bandaged Anqi Sheng.

"This person should be from the Beggar Dao Society. Old Chen, send someone to take him away later and see if they can get anything out of him."

An Jianzhong's face was not good.

"Okay."

Chen Zhengqiao's face was also ugly, and he couldn't help but get angry: "The people of the Beggar Dao Society are getting more and more rampant. They dare to challenge the enforcement team in broad daylight. It's simply lawless!"

The other law enforcement officers didn't look too good either. Knowing they were here, they still dared to hurt people. It was a blatant provocation.

Beggar Dao Society?

Anqi Sheng's eyes flashed. Was this a terrorist organization?

On the other side, Wang Anfeng and Li Yan exchanged glances. The latter nodded and came to Anqi Sheng, handing him a porcelain bottle:

"This is a secret ointment from our Martial Arts Association. It's much more effective than the ones circulating on the market. Apply it."

"Thank you."

Anqi Sheng took the porcelain bottle and handed it to the law enforcement officer who was changing his bandage.

"The one who attacked you should be a low-level member of the Beggar Dao Society. However, the minimum requirement for joining the Beggar Dao Society is Dark Force (An Jin). It's amazing that you can beat him like this."

Li Yan carefully looked at the injuries on Anqi Sheng and marveled.

"Just lucky."

Anqi Sheng shook his head and said, "I didn't expect Mr. Li to be from the Martial Arts Association. Why did you take the train together?"

They had only met yesterday, so Anqi Sheng naturally wouldn't forget Wang Anfeng and Li Yan. However, these two had very ordinary martial arts foundations and didn't seem like they could join the Martial Arts Association at all.

"Anfeng and I joined the Martial Arts Association for more than just martial arts."

Li Yan glanced at Wang Anfeng, who was peeking his head from not far away, and said:

"This isn't a secret either. In recent decades, the Martial Arts Association has been committed to integrating martial arts and firearms. Anfeng and I are good with guns, so we were taken into the Association. However, we haven't been learning martial arts for long, so our foundations are shallow."

Li Yan said it lightly, but to be included in the Martial Arts Association, his marksmanship naturally couldn't just be good.

"I see."

Anqi Sheng was somewhat enlightened.

No wonder Wang Anfeng looked down on traditional martial arts. It turned out that he was following the path of firearms as the main focus and martial arts as the auxiliary.

"My friend has already had conflicts with many people because of this. The reason why we didn't come with the main group this time is because we were detained for half a month for fighting."

Li Yan said, shaking his head a little.

At this time, Anqi Sheng's wound was also bandaged. He draped the coat handed over by the law enforcement officer over his shoulders and asked casually:

"What is this Beggar Dao Society that Mr. Li mentioned?"

"The Beggar Dao Society..."

A complex emotion appeared on Li Yan's face. After thinking about it, he said, "The Beggar Dao Society isn't the terrorist organization you think it is, but a martial arts organization that was born before the establishment of the Da Xuan Empire."

"The Beggar Dao Society was established around the same time as the Central Martial Arts Hall. Initially, like the Martial Arts Association, it also focused on killing bandits, assassinating warlords, and heads of the great powers. Later, although they moved overseas, they still had friendships. It wasn't until thirty years ago, when the contemporary leader of the Beggar Dao Society, Mu Longcheng, took office, that all this changed."

"Mu Longcheng?"

Anqi Sheng's heart stirred. He had heard this name before. It seemed to be a major capitalist of the Empire of the Setting Sun.

"Mu Longcheng's martial arts are extraordinary and holy. Thirty years ago, he had already reached the stage of Seeing the Gods Unbroken. However, he firmly believed that there was still a path ahead above Seeing the Gods, and his actions gradually became extreme and increasingly unscrupulous. He collected a batch of dangerous people."

Li Yan sighed:

"While building a laboratory to study the human body, he collected the manuscripts of past martial arts grandmasters. This time, his target should be Mr. Gu's manuscripts..."

"This time the enemy is Mu Longcheng?"

Anqi Sheng's heart tightened.

He had seen the methods of a Dan Realm grandmaster and knew how terrifying such experts' martial arts were. The Divine Realm (Shen Jing) master was two whole levels higher than the Dan Realm!

If he came, the people here would probably not be able to stop him.

"Mu Longcheng won't come. Such a dangerous person, if he dares to step into Da Xuan, the experts in the military will come knocking. Seeing the Gods is also mortal, and they can't stop guns and cannons either..."

Li Yan said, suddenly his face tightened.

Anqi Sheng also turned his head at the same time.

Da da da~

Unhurried and clear footsteps echoed in the empty martial arts hall on the first floor.