Words spoken are like water spilled, Yu Zhongkui regretted it too late. He had been roaming the rivers and lakes for decades and had never feared anyone, so how could he easily fall under this young man's hand?

  Yu Zhan Kui had a lot of talented people under his command. One of his apprentices used to follow Bai Lang and was good at using quick guns, which came in handy at this time.

  "Alright, let my disciple and you compete." Yu Zhan Kui nodded his head, and a robust man jumped out from behind him, rushing towards Chen Zi Kun with a fist: "I'm Yan Zhi Yong! Please instruct me."

  The sound of thunder is generally loud, what a mighty and powerful man.

  Chen Zikun also made a fist: "Yan brother, let's compare, who is longer or shorter?"

  Yan Zhiyong said: "In the early years when I was eating rations, I followed the team leader and served as a groom, carrying a short gun. Let's just say we were like the short guns."

  Chen Zikong said: "Good, let's have a shooting match, who has the gun?"

  Yan Zhiyong was stunned: "The gun? I wanted to ask you too."

  Yu Zhankui is so arrogant, without a gun he's just gesturing wildly! You little scoundrel came here to stir up trouble with all sincerity.

  But this way is better, can properly exchange something else to compare.

  "Everyone is a good citizen, so naturally they can't pull out guns. I think this way, let's switch to slingshots instead, which are also more accurate weapons." Yu Zhan Kui said.

  Suddenly, a shout burst out from the crowd of onlookers: "Isn't that a gun? It is!"

  A path was cleared through the crowd, and Xu Guodong, from the Outer City Police Station, swaggered out, wearing a black woolen police uniform, brown leather holster, shiny riding boots, twirling a large brimmed hat on his finger, followed by two groomed horses, with a leather bullet belt around his waist, carrying a box-shaped pistol, and a dazzling red silk ribbon hanging from the gun handle.

  Xu Guodong stretched out his hand, and the two horsemen took out the box guns and placed them in his hands. He held the two guns and walked to Chen Zikun and Yan Zhiyong, saying: "You two aren't worried about not having guns, are you? Xu has some here, you can take them and try them out. However, there's one condition - you can't hurt each other, or else I'll have to catch people."

  The onlookers suddenly burst into a hubbub, even police came to join in the excitement, this play is worth watching.

  Ma Shihai and his sons exchanged a knowing look, thinking that the arrival of the Xus was unwelcome, but no matter how they looked at it, he didn't seem to be in cahoots with Chen Zikun.

  Old Master Ma gave a few of his sons a look: wait and see what happens.

  Yan Zhiyong glanced at his master, Yu Zhanwei nodded slightly, and he took a gun from Xu Guodong's hand and hung it on the board belt, with one hand akimbo, he slanted Chen Zikun a glance.

  Chen Zikun also picked up a gun, thumb cocked the hammer, pulled the trigger, and the yellow bullets jumped out. He loosened his hand, the bolt sprang back under the action of the spring, striking the stainless steel frame, making a crisp sound. He pulled it ten times in a row, and all ten bullets jumped out, scattering all over the ground.

  "Get another plank of wood." Chen Zikong stretched out his hand to Ma Bing.

  "Give it to him!" Xu Guodong said.

  These actions may not seem like much to onlookers, or perhaps they can't see any mystery to it, but to those who know guns, they can immediately tell the difference. Yan Zhiyong took the gun without even checking it and put it in his waist, while Chen Zikun meticulously checked the performance and maintenance of the handgun and even asked for new bullets. All this shows that he is absolutely a master of guns.

  This thing, the gun, has to be handled personally to feel at ease. Chen Zikun and Xu Guodong aren't friends after all, so he naturally can't trust him, therefore he checked it very carefully. However, this gun looks like it's in decent condition.

  Ma Bian handed another clip of bullets to Chen Zikun, who pulled open the gun's mechanism with a clatter and pressed the bullets into the chamber from above. He cocked the gun, released the safety catch, held it in his hand, and asked Yan Zhiyong: "Would you like to go first?"

  "First come, first served." Yan Zhiyong looked around, the crowd was dense, it was hard to find a target, suddenly a sparrow flew over from the sky, he reacted quickly, pulled out his gun and shot, with a loud bang, the sparrow was blown to pieces in mid-air, leaving no remains.

  "Good!" The idlers cheered loudly, the performers on the bridge were used to seeing them every day, but it was rare to see a show of playing with foreign guns. Yan Zhiyong didn't even need to aim and shot down a sparrow, his marksmanship was indeed not bad.

  "It's your turn." Yan Zhiyong looked at Chen Zikun with pride.

  Chen Zikun was somewhat at a loss, not because he wasn't skilled enough, but because it was too hard to find a target. After Yan Zhiyong shot and killed a sparrow, the rest of the birds hid away, leaving the sky empty with only a few scattered clouds floating about. As for shooting living things, there were plenty of people all around, but which one could he shoot?

  He glanced sideways and saw a string of Buddhist beads on Yu Zhanwei's hand, so he said: "Yu Zhuangzhu, may I borrow the Buddhist beads for a moment?"

  "Alright." Yu Zhan Kui took off his Buddhist beads and tossed them over, Chen Zi Kun caught them and felt that they were heavy in his hand. These weren't ordinary sandalwood Buddhist beads, but iron pellets strung together with leather strips, which could be scattered at critical moments to use as hidden weapons, one of Yu Zhan Kui's secret weapons.

  Chen Zikong didn't care about that, and with a forceful throw, he tossed the Buddhist beads into the sky. He quickly raised his gun and fired angrily. The sound of the gunshot was followed by a series of rapid explosions, like a machine gun, each bead being hit by bullets. Sparks flew everywhere in the sky, and in an instant, a shower of iron rained down.

  Everyone was shocked and speechless, the wind outside Tao Ran Pavilion was rustling, the crows and sparrows were silent. After a moment, Xu Guodong took the lead in shouting "good" loudly, and then clapped his hands fiercely, followed by applause all around. The old masters of Beijing saw such an extraordinary skill, and they couldn't help but admire it with enthusiasm and respect.

  Zhao Dahai and Baoqing, Xiaoshunzi exchanged a look, both of them smiled, Zhao Jiaoyong who had taken leave to come here was even more radiant.

  Ma and his son looked at each other in dismay, secretly thinking that they were lucky to have not played hard that day, or else the Ma family would have been exterminated that night.

  Yan Zhiyong's marksmanship was exceptional, but compared to Chen Zikun, he was slightly inferior. He acknowledged his defeat and handed the gun back to Ma Biao, cupping his fists in respect: "I lost!"

  Chen Zikong also threw his gun to Ma Bian and made a fist: "I concede."

  He then bowed his fist at Xu Guotong: "Officer, thank you."

  Xu Guodong smiled warmly: "No need to be polite."

  Yu Zhan Kui's face turned gloomy as he stared tightly at Chen Zi Kun, and suddenly stretched out his hand to press down in all directions.

  This is not his martial arts hall, no one will cater to his every whim, the onlookers continue to shout and make a ruckus, especially those defeated subordinates of Yu Zhongkui, who are now proudly laughing and talking loudly.

  Yu Zhan Kui was very angry, the opening was unfavorable. Since he arrived in Beijing that day, he had never suffered such a loss. This kid was too cunning, choosing what he was worst at. His anger burned brighter and brighter, and the noisy crowd around him added fuel to the fire.

  "Shut up, all of you!" Yu Zhan Kui bellowed loudly, startling everyone within dozens of steps, their ears aching. Fellow martial artists knew that this was the Lion's Roar technique of Shaolin, truly formidable.

  The courtyard immediately fell silent. Yu Zhan Kui stood up and took a few steps forward, his voice was hoarse and low, but the onlookers inside and outside the three layers of walls all heard him clearly.

  "What's the big deal about playing with foreign guns? I, Zhuo Yifan, made a name for myself and became famous through my ancestors' traditional skills, not by relying on those Western things. If you've got what it takes, let's compare our martial arts skills in a fight."

  "Good!" Ma Lao'er shouted first, his idle men also followed and cheered, urging both sides to try their fist skills.

  "It's just a mule pulling out a slippery one, playing with foreign guns is what makes a real good fellow." Someone deliberately provoked Chen Zikun and the others.

  "He's as big as a white wolf, even his fists and feet are scary, I'm afraid he learned kung fu from his wife."

  A burst of laughter.

  It was actually the young man, Chen Zikong's temple throbbed with a blue vein, just about to jump out and fight back, but was pressed down by Zhao Dahai: "Don't fall for it."

  "What's going on? Are you admitting defeat in front of everyone?" Chen Zikong said angrily.

  "It's no use trying to fight with fists and feet, I'll go." Zhao Dahai tightened the big belt around his waist and stood up proudly.

  The courtyard suddenly fell silent, and someone recognized him as Zhao Xichen's gatekeeper disciple.

  Yu Zhankui sized up Zhao Dahai, seemingly estimating his weight. After a long time, he said: "Gong Chao, you come up."

  Kong Chao was also a disciple of Yu Zhan Kui, 26 or 27 years old, with a full face and a shaved head that was as iron-like as the winter sky. He wore a single white cotton garment even in the depths of winter, his legs tightly wrapped in leggings, and a pair of dark green boots with a tiger's claw pattern on them, exuding an air of sharpness and ferocity.

  Two men came out, exchanged greetings, and found a vacant spot outside the pavilion. They began to fight, with Zhao Dahai using Shaolin fist and eagle claw technique, while Kong Chao used Chaquan and dantui. The sound of their fighting was loud and clear, but an expert could see that neither of them was particularly skilled.

  However, Zhao Dahai's actual combat experience was still more abundant. After a dozen or so rounds, he knocked Gong Chao down with the Black Tiger Heart-Grabbing Technique and won this round again.

  Yu Zhankui's face can't hold on anymore, losing two battles in a row, what a great shame.

  He sprang into the arena with a loud whoop, his long coat fluttering behind him like a great bird in flight. Without even bothering to remove his riding cloak, he declared haughtily, "You're Zhao Zixun's disciple, I presume? Let's see what you're made of."

  Zhao Dahai was about to take the call when Chen Zikun jumped out and said, "Wait a minute."

  Yu Zhan Kui said: "What's going on? Are you going to take the stage?"

  Chen Zikun said: "I don't want to go on stage, I just want to say a few words."

  Everyone knew he was the real master of martial arts, and they all listened intently to what he had to say.

  "Brother Zhao and I are not people of the martial arts world. Although Brother Zhao has taken Master Zhao as his teacher, he only learned boxing to strengthen his body, let alone me, who hasn't even learned any boxing skills. The little bit of scattered hand techniques I know were picked up from fighting in gangs. You, sir, are a famous figure in Beijing's martial arts world, but isn't your reputation just based on bullying younger generations?"

  "Good one!" Xiaoshun and Baoqing applauded, the onlookers also nodded in agreement, having to admit that Chen Zikun's words made some sense. In the martial arts world, it was popular for talented individuals to challenge masters of various schools, but as a renowned master who had never been defeated in Beijing, he insisted on competing with two unknown youngsters from the Jianghu, what kind of logic was this?

  Yu Zhan Kui's eyes rolled around and he raised his hand, saying: "Someone come and bring those things up here."

  The apprentice brought up a tray full of silver coins.

  "Are you going to have a colourful head or not?"

  "Compare!" Zhao Dahai didn't wait for Chen Zikun to speak and stood up.

  The surrounding area was filled with cheers, Zhao Dahai made a gesture and rushed towards Zhan Kui, saying: "Let the horse come over!"

  Yu Zhankui's face suddenly changed color, he jumped up from the ground, no one saw his figure, but only heard a loud crash, Zhao Dahan's body flew out like a broken kite.

  Chen Zikun's eyes flashed with a hint of sharpness, and this stormy whirlwind-like chain of legs awakened a certain fragment in his dormant memory.