Yu Zhan Kui fought fiercely for a while, seemingly gaining the upper hand, but in fact he knew that today he had met his match.

  Although those few moves were flesh and blood, the feeling transmitted from the fist was like hitting a steel plate. Yu Zhan Kui's experience was old and he immediately judged that this kid had practiced golden bell cover iron cloth shirt type protective hard work.

  Wu Xuan said, "Strength does not hit fists, fists do not hit work," meaning that only those with brute strength but not proficient in boxing techniques are no match for those who have mastered the Golden Bell and Iron Shirt hard qigong.

  As for the footwork, he is even more clear about it. This kid's lower limbs are quite solid, with strong leg strength and extremely stable footsteps, very similar to the Nanquan hard horse style.

  This guy is clearly pretending to be a pig eating a tiger. Without more than a decade of bitter practice, it's absolutely impossible to have such profound skills.

  Yu Zhankui was furious in his heart, and the force on his fist increased by several degrees.

  Chen Zikun was indeed beaten by Yu Zhankui to the point of being completely helpless, he only felt a blank mind, and didn't know what moves to use to resist or counterattack. As for the solid footwork seen by others, in fact, he himself wasn't even aware of it, it was completely an unconscious behavior.

  Chen Zikong was also anxious after being hit continuously, and he forcibly stopped his retreating footsteps, raised both fists, and exchanged blows with Yu Zhankui.

  As soon as the two of them engaged in combat, the insiders immediately saw through their tricks again.

  "Khui Yeh is using the Chaquan style, but that little guy's moves... don't seem like Nanquan, more like Mizongquan's stance."

  Many people practice the Mízōu Quán, with at least over a thousand practitioners in the Cāngzhōu region, so it wasn't very surprising that Chen Zikong used the Mízōu Quán.

  In the crowd, a thin old man muttered: "It seems like the mysterious disappearance of the Huo family."

  The crowd was noisy, and no one heard his whisper, only the slender young man standing beside him heard it, turned his head and asked: "Which Huo family?"

  "Huo Yuanjia of Jingwu Gate." The thin old man said.

  "Oh." The slender young man nodded, seemingly unsurprised.

  Unconsciously, the ten moves had already passed, Chen Zikun suddenly jumped out of the circle and said, "The ten moves are over, give me money!"

  Yu Zhan Kui gritted his teeth and said: "You won't be able to escape from me, you have a good skill, let's continue the fight!"

  "Alright! However, it's too cramped here, I can't move freely."

  "Where is the bright place?"

  "There!" Chen Zikun pointed to the small lake, whose surface had already frozen over and was as smooth as a mirror.

  "Alright, have it your way." Yu Zhan Kui's body twisted and turned, landing lightly on the frozen lake surface with a swiftness reminiscent of a swallow, his movements elegant and effortless.

  Chen Zikong also went onto the lake, where spectators were packed along the shore, with people crowded together and rubbing shoulders.

  Xiao Shunzi saw Chen Zikun unexpectedly able to rival Yu Zhanwei, and couldn't help but exclaim: "What a loss!"

  Bao Qing asked: "What, you didn't bet on Ge winning?"

  "Alright, I've bet half of it, and the rest is all on Zhuang Gui winning." Xiao Shunzi hung his head in despair.

  "You still want to have your cake and eat it too." Bao Qing looked at him with disdain.

  Zhao Jiayong was full of confidence: "I bet all this month's salary on Brother Kun winning, and I'm definitely going to make a fortune this time."

  Zhao Dahai listened to their discussion and couldn't help but smile wryly and shake his head, Yu Zhan Kui was not that easy to defeat after all.

  "Please!" Yu Zhan Kui made a welcoming gesture towards Chen Zi Kun on the lake surface.

  Chen Zikun was straightforward, and as soon as he closed in, it was a fierce and swift attack. Yu Zhankui saw him coming fiercely and hastily retreated to avoid his edge. However, the ice surface was extremely slippery, and his feet were unstable. He was caught up by Chen Zikun, who stuck close and struck fiercely. His fist technique was precise and compact, with short and fast attacks, clearly a Southern Fist routine.

  "This time, it's the Wing Chun of Guangdong. Hmm, there are also some moves from the Iron Wire Fist." The thin old man explained softly, and the slender young fellow looked puzzled, staring with his big round eyes, asking: "Is Wing Chun very powerful?"

  The old man looked at her and said: "Miss, no fist is simple, but whether it can exert its power depends on the user's skill."

  "Oh."

  ……

  Yu Zhan Kui made a mistake with one step, and then another, his feet were in disarray, his whole body was in disarray. The gate was wide open, and Chen Zi Kun rushed up to launch a close-range attack. Southerners are short and small in stature, and the Southern Fist emphasizes "one inch short, one inch dangerous", sticking close to the opponent and relying on close-range combat. Yu Zhan Kui is from Hebei Province, and he has studied mostly Northern Fist techniques, which didn't adapt well to the Southern Fist style, and this time he suffered a great loss.

  Chen Zikong seized the opportunity and launched a fierce attack on Yu Zhankui's chest, using his hands, feet, knees, and elbows in unison. His moves were dense and precise, with every punch landing squarely on target, each one solid and effective.

  "This is strange, it doesn't seem like Southern Fist anymore, it looks like Siamese boxing." The thin old man stroked his beard, his eyes filled with doubt.

  A strong gust of wind came, and the lakeshore was filled with sand and dust. The onlookers couldn't help but squint their eyes, only to see two people huddled together, hearing the sound of drums beating rapidly, then suddenly Yu Zhan Kui stumbled and fell.

  Yu Zhankui actually fell!

  This is a shocking event, the self-proclaimed "Kicking Hero of the World" and "Fist Fighter of the Five Routes", Yu Zhan Kui was actually knocked down by someone with a flurry of punches.

  A burst of applause and boos on the shore, the applause was for Chen Zikun, and the boos were naturally for Yu Zhankui.

  Yu Zhan Kui's face turned red and green, he never thought that today he would suffer such a great loss.

  "Wait!" He shouted loudly, and under the gaze of everyone, he unbuttoned the black satin horse jacket one by one, took off his jacket and threw it on the ice, then untied his overcoat, revealing the tight-fitting thirteen taobao exercise suit inside.

  He was forced to use his short-range combat skills against Chen Zikun, who proved to be no ordinary person.

  "You little scamp, go!" Yu Zhan Kui said with a gloomy face, it was unclear whether he was praising or scolding. Others didn't understand, only Yu Zhan Kui himself knew that after taking that quick punch, the blood in his chest surged, and a mouthful of hot blood was suppressed back down. This little scamp really has skills!

  "What's wrong, scared now?" Chen Zikun said with a grin.

  "Hmm, this is getting interesting." Yu Zhan Kui surprisingly revealed a rare smile, moving his neck and fists, with the joints all over his body making cracking sounds.

  The disciples of Zitian Martial Arts Hall became excited and said to each other:

  "This time Master is using his real skills."

  "Give that little brat a good scolding."

  "Just wait for him to collect his corpse, our master gets angry, there's no good for him."

  Yu Zhankui tore off two strips of cloth from his coat and slowly wrapped them around his boots. He had made up his mind to use his leg technique to counter Chen Zikun's close-range combat advantage from a thousand miles away.

  A cloth strip is wrapped around the boot, which can increase friction and prevent slipping.

  Chen Zikong saw him like this, how could he not understand? The beating just now had thoroughly awakened the combat module in his memory. Although he couldn't remember where he had learned martial arts, he could already use these moves with ease and freedom.

  The two of them started fighting again. What surprised Yu Zhongkui was that his opponent this time also used leg techniques, and he couldn't even tell which school of martial arts it belonged to.

  Yu Zhankui was not short, even in the north he was considered tall, but in front of Chen Zikun he was still a few inches shorter, and Chen Zikun's legs were longer than average, one inch longer is one inch stronger, which further increased his advantage.

  Two people's legs and feet flew up and down, the onlookers' eyes were dazzled, they only knew to keep cheering.

  The big girl asked the thin old man: "What kind of kung fu is this?"

  At this time, people around them had already noticed their conversation, and several pairs of ears perked up instantly.

  The old man smiled and said nothing more.

  Yu Zhankui vaguely felt a bit strained, his usual accurate judgment had made mistakes several times, and the opponent seemed to have eight legs like a crab, he didn't know which one to defend against.

  Suddenly, a foot appeared in front of him, and Yu Zhanwei hastily stretched out his hand to pat it, but unexpectedly, it was a feint, and the real move came from the side with lightning speed, striking him like a train. Yu Zhanwei only felt that his face had been struck by a train, not painful, but the shock to his soul was unparalleled.

  Time seemed to freeze at this moment, he clearly saw that Chen Zikun's right foot was kicking his face, and then he slowly flew out, while the teeth in his mouth also splashed out with blood, all of which were like slow-motion movie shots.

  "Bang!" A loud noise came from beside his ear, and Yu Zhan Kui found himself lying on the ice surface. His mouth was both salty and sweet, and when he touched it, it was all blood.

  "What kind of leg is this?" he asked, suppressing the physical pain and shame of defeat.

  Outside Taoran Pavilion, the wind suddenly rises, the sun breaks through the waves of clouds, and golden light spills over, adding a layer of gold to the person who defeated him.

  "Foshan has no shadow kick." Chen Zikun said word by word.

  Thunderous applause and cheers erupted, the friends in the martial arts circle were invigorated, finally someone had stood up for them, Yu Zhan Kui could no longer be arrogant, they felt today was even more joyful than the Chinese New Year.

  Zhao Dahi revealed a relieved smile: "Great job, really worked!"

  Zhao Xianchen shook his head and sighed: "Heroes have always emerged in their youth since ancient times."

  That thin old man also showed a knowing smile after hearing the five words "Foshan Wuying Foot".

  "So it's like this, he is actually a disciple of Baozhilin."

  "Who is Baozhilin?" asked the big girl.

  Baozilin is a pharmacy.

  "Oh, you know quite a lot, what's your surname?"

  "Hehe, I just know a bit of superficial knowledge, don't be polite, my surname is Du."

  "Oh, Old Du, where do you live? I'll come visit you when I'm free."

  "That's enough... it's getting late and we've seen all the excitement, I'll take my leave."

  The thin old man left, and the big girl shrugged her shoulders, "Weird old man."

  Yu Zhankui lost the bet and left behind 500 silver dollars and the jade ring, leaving with his apprentices without even saying goodbye to Ma Shihai.

  Ma Shi Hai was furious. He had originally planned to set up a plot to kill Chen Zi Kun, but instead he ended up making him famous. The few of them could only slink away in defeat.

  Xiao Shunzi made a fortune, although the gamblers who came to the scene today were mostly small-time gamblers who spent one or two copper coins to have some fun, but they couldn't withstand the high odds. He got 30-40 big silver dollars in his hands. Zhao Jiaoyong also made a small fortune and earned a full load of money.

  Xu Guodong from the Outer City Police Station brought Ma Bi to Chen Zikun, who was surrounded by a crowd of people, and handed him a business card: "Chen Xiaoxia, let's be friends, if you get into trouble just mention my name."

  Don't hit a smiling face, even if Chen Zikun disliked anyone wearing military or police uniforms in his heart, he still accepted the business card.

  "Oh, it's Director Xu, I've long admired you."