Xue Baoqing, Xiao Shunzi and Zhao Jiaoyong rushed to Zhao Dahai's side at high speed, wanting to help him up.

  Zhao Dahai's mouth was bleeding from the corner, his face was pale, and he looked painful: "Don't move around, I may have broken a few ribs."

  A sudden commotion, and with just one move, he kicked the person flying, this kung fu is really impressive!

  At this time, Zhan Kui didn't even take off his overcoat, as if dealing with someone like Zhao Dahai wasn't a big deal at all. He casually brushed the dust off his embroidered horse-hoof patterned jacket and swept his sinister gaze over the crowd.

  "Good!" Ma Shi Hai was the first to shout "good", and the idle helpers of the Ma family suddenly came to their senses, also shouting loudly and cheering.

  The fellow practitioners in Beijing's martial arts circle, however, remained silent. Yu Zhan Kui was their common enemy. Since this dark fish spirit arrived in Beijing two years ago, the national martial arts community has not been peaceful. This guy spends his days kicking schools, competing in martial arts, and sparring, and has trampled all of Beijing's security bureaus and martial arts halls.

  Yu Zhan Kui has real kung fu skills, his ten-road popliteal kick is divine and magical, as fast as lightning. Adding to that, he is young and strong, with a physique superior to others. Among the younger generation of martial artists, he is considered an outstanding figure. Although he is arrogant and domineering, when encountering someone with stronger kung fu skills than himself, he humbly seeks guidance. Bei Ying Jiao Tou "Big Gun Liu" Liu Kun Liu had once won a move against him in Chaquan, and that same day Yu Zhan Kui went to kneel down and ask to be his apprentice, wanting to learn the other's ultimate skill. Of course, this ultimately didn't come to fruition, as Liu wouldn't accept an apprentice with poor character.

  In these years, Yu Zhan Kui defeated more than a dozen martial arts schools' masters and learned many new skills. He also opened his own martial arts school to recruit disciples, each paying two taels of silver as tuition every month, regardless of their background, as long as they paid, they could join.

  The Zitian Martial Arts Hall gathered a group of scoundrels from the martial arts world, who were notorious for their evil deeds and dominated the area with their power. However, Yu Zhongkui's kung fu was too strong, and no one could match him. I thought that today would be the day when an unexpected dark horse would teach him a lesson, but it turned out that he still couldn't be defeated.

  Just as everyone was losing hope, an old man stood up and rushed towards Zhan Kui with a fist: "I've come to experience true kung fu."

  The crowd burst into a commotion again, and many people recognized that this old man was Zhao Dahu's master, Zhao Xichen. In his early years, he had escorted convoys through Kulun without ever having any mishaps, and his Eagle Claw skills had decades of experience behind them. As soon as he made a move, it was guaranteed to be worth watching.

  Some people set up a gambling den, with some betting on Zhuo's victory and others on Zhao's. The Tao Ran Pavilion was in an uproar, having turned into a gambling house.

  Yu Zhan Kui gave Zhao Yi Chen a cold glance, the old man was wearing a short jacket, his spirit was sharp and bright, but after all, age had taken its toll, there was a hint of fatigue between his eyebrows.

  "Alright, then I'll use Eagle Claw Fist to exchange moves with Senior Zhao." Yu Zhan Kui still didn't take off his horse coat, and made a starting pose for the Eagle Claw Fist, with his frame straight and proper.

  Zhao Xianchen couldn't help but get extremely angry, this was clearly looking down on people!

  He didn't plan to come today, but since he's old, he doesn't like to get involved in the disputes of Jianghu. However, Zhao Dahan is his junior apprentice and a distant relative, so he couldn't bear to lose face and came to join in the excitement. Unexpectedly, Zhao Dahan couldn't even pass one round in front of others, if he as the master didn't step forward now, it would be hard to justify.

  The weather has changed a bit, with a strong north wind blowing, but the enthusiasm of the onlookers hasn't diminished in the slightest. Instead, it's become even more fervent. Later, I heard that the business on Tianqiao Bridge was 50% worse than usual that day, and those stalls selling strength-enhancing pills were completely ignored.

  Jokes are true, who still spends money to watch fake ones?

  Yu Zhankui and Zhao Xichen stood in the center of the arena, sizing each other up. Both were motionless, their eyes fixed intently on each other. This was how top masters exchanged blows - stillness before movement, and a kill with every move.

  Suddenly, the two figures flashed simultaneously and instantly clashed in one place. As the saying goes, outsiders watch the excitement, insiders watch the doorway. This fierce battle made everyone, regardless of whether they were insiders or outsiders, stare with their eyes wide open and their tongues tied.

  This is how a master makes his move.

  The two men moved quickly, leaving onlookers struggling to keep up. All that could be heard was the sound of clothes fluttering in the wind and the thud of fists meeting flesh. The fight raged from east to west, then from west to south. The spectators cheered and shouted in excitement. The pavilion, the wall around the wine cellar, and even the bare branches of the trees were all crowded with people eager to catch a glimpse of the action.

  Chen Zikong concentrated his attention on the two people's moves, but in front of him, another scene emerged: under a golden signboard, he was practicing fist and foot techniques with his white-haired master.

  Suddenly, Zhao Yi's body shrank back, and he cupped his hands together, saying: "I lost." After speaking, he turned around and walked away, with a slight stumble in his steps.

  Yu Zhankui also took a punch and kick, his breathing was steady and his heart didn't skip a beat. A hint of a triumphant sneer floated at the corner of his mouth as he cupped his hands together in respect and said: "I concede."

  Everyone looked at each other in dismay, they hadn't even warmed up yet, how could they have lost already?

  Zhao Xianchen's disciples gathered around, handing him a handkerchief and asking anxiously: "Master, how are you?"

  "It doesn't matter." Zhao Xichen took the handkerchief, covered his mouth and coughed, then quietly hid it away. His sharp-eyed apprentice saw that there was a patch of blood on the handkerchief.

  Master Zhao came with illness, a chronic cough that has plagued him for years. Every winter solstice, it flares up again. The intense fight just now has stirred up the old ailment. If this continues, his life will be forfeit at Tao Ran Pavilion.

  "I'm getting old." Zhao Xiuchen sighed, looking up at the sky.

  Zhao Zichen, the renowned master of Kulun, has been defeated. The old and young martial artists in the capital are all shocked and bewildered. Can they just let Yu Zhankui continue to be arrogant and domineering?

  But they were filled with righteous indignation, and not one of them dared to come forward. Over the years, Yu Zhanwei had intimidated them so much that just counting those who died at his hands during martial arts competitions was beyond count.

  Yu Zhan Kui was still wearing his black satin horse jacket, and it seemed that the long gown would not affect his movements at all. He defeated Zhao Yi Chen, and the reputation of Qi Tian Wu Guan and Yu Zhan Kui rose again, which was what he liked to see.

  But Ma Shi Hai was somewhat unhappy, today's martial arts competition seemed to have gone awry, originally he wanted to take the opportunity to get rid of Chen Zi Kun, but how did it become Yu Zhan Kui's show, and those 500 silver dollars weren't given in vain.

  Yu Zhankui apparently did not forget his appointment with Ma Shihai, he hooked his finger at Chen Zikun who had been watching from the side: "Little kid, give me three loud kowtows and I'll spare your life."

  Chen Zikun supported his cheek with his hand, seemingly not hearing Yu Zhankui's words.

  Yu Zhankui's two apprentices got angry and shouted in unison: "You little kid, Master is talking to you!"

  Chen Zikong smiled at them and walked over to Zhao Dahan, pulling out a dozen or so silver dollars from his waist and handing them to Xiao Shunzi: "I'll go meet him, wait for me to win."

  "You? It's no use! Even Master Zhao can't do it, how can you defeat him? Big Brother Hai is already like this, if you get hurt again, we're done." Little Shunzi panicked and grabbed Chen Zikun's arm.

  Chen Zikun smiled and winked at them, "No diamond, no porcelain business, wait for wealth, brothers."

  "Be careful, Chenzi, Yu Zhongkui is ruthless." Zhao Dahai warned, his mouth bleeding, as he grasped Chenzi's hand.

  "It's nothing, I have it in mind. Big Brother Hai, watch me take revenge for you." Chen Zikun said and turned back to the martial arts arena, rushing towards Yu Zhongkui with a fist: "I'm here."

  Yu Zhan Wei smiled and said, "I've heard that your loose-fist kung fu is not bad. I'd like to experience it for myself. However, I don't want people to say that I'm bullying a junior, so let's make it one hand and two feet for you. If you can withstand my ten moves, then you win, and the 500 yuan is yours. I'll add this on top of that."

  He said, taking a jade ring off his thumb and tossing it into the tray filled with silver dollars.

  "Go!" Chen Zikun said in one word.

  "I've raised the stakes, you should too. I think it's better this way, as a martial arts contest is bound to result in injuries. Let's sign a life-and-death agreement and have these gentlemen here bear witness, so we can avoid any legal troubles later on. What do you say?"

  "Go!" Chen Zikun still said one word.

  He agreed so readily, but it left Yu Zhan Kui with a somewhat empty feeling. Is this kid really stupid or just pretending to be? Zhao Da Hai and Zhao Ai Chen both lost, can he win?

  The onlookers were also shocked and thought Chen Zikun had gone crazy.

  "Perhaps he's never seen so much money before, and it's gone to his head." someone said.

  "He's no match for Master Kuai. Watch closely, he'll be dead in five moves." someone chimed in.

  "It's just a matter of using five moves, and the outcome will be decided within three moves." Some people even said that.

  There was a tall and slender young man, with narrow shoulders and a thin waist, wearing a thick cotton-padded jacket and a cotton hat. He stood silently in the crowd, but when he saw Chen Zikun agreeing to sign the death warrant, he immediately furrowed his brow and whispered: "You're looking for death."

  An An quietly reached into his bosom and pinched a golden dart.

  Ma Shi Hai and several of Ma's family members nodded frequently, extremely pleased with themselves, as if they had already seen Chen Zi Kun die on the spot.

  Xu Guodong hesitated for a moment, still not speaking. As the head of the outer city police station, he should have stopped this private fight. However, he had come today with ulterior motives as well. If Chen Zikun was brave but lacked strategy, then protecting him would be useless. Only a hero with both brains and bravery would be worthy of being Xu Guodong's personal bodyguard.

  The sun was obscured by a thick layer of clouds, and the light grew even dimmer than before.

  "It's going to snow." Some older people said so.

  Chen Zikun has already stood in the center of the arena, he is not as arrogant as Yu Zhan Kui, he has taken off his outer cotton-padded jacket early, wearing a single-layer linen jacket on top and yellow woolen horse pants on the bottom, with leather shoes. He is tall and has long legs, an expert can see at a glance: "This kid's legwork is absolutely not bad."

  There is a saying in the martial arts world: "Southern Fist, Northern Leg."

  Northern Fist, the footwork is more complex, with two flapping doors for hands, relying solely on kicking to defeat opponents. The four legs are like four hands, making even ghosts and spirits worried. Yu Zhan Kui's kung fu excels in Chaquan and kicking techniques. This young man, judging from his accent and physique, is clearly a northerner as well, with a tall stature, and must have had his master emphasize legwork during training.

  Looking at the scene again, two people have already taken their positions.

  "Please!"

  "Please!"

  As soon as the words fell, Yu Zhan Kui had already moved forward, he didn't relax his vigilance because his opponent was younger, although he let go of one hand and only used his left hand to exchange blows, but it was still extremely fierce. With a series of loud crashes, Chen Zi Kun had already taken several hits, beaten back step by step, without any power to counterattack.

  "Great kung fu!" Ma Lao'er led the applause, and a group of idlers also followed suit.

  Wu Xing's friends were secretly shocked, this kid was beaten back more than a dozen steps, but his pace didn't falter at all, clearly he was walking the Southern Fist Iron Horse Hard Bridge path.