Chapter 89: Hell Has No Gates; You Come of Your Own Accord

  At that time, several young men who were practicing Falun Gong also surrounded the frozen area, with Wang Zhenbo in the middle.

  "What are you doing? This man is here to kick us out, none of you are his match, quickly disperse and go close the big gate for me." The fierce-looking man took one look and immediately opened his mouth to shout loudly.

  With the previous move, he also knew that he was not a match for Wang Chan, let alone these young people who practiced boxing with him. If they really provoked the other side, one punch would be enough to kill them, and it wouldn't be surprising at all.

  He also believed that Wang Chan came with ill intentions, and was there to cause trouble at the White Crane Association.

  At this moment, he drove away the crowd and shouted at people to run and close the door.

  "There's a road to heaven that you don't take, and hell has no door but comes to you on its own! You want to shut the door? That's for the best. It also prevents outsiders from coming in and messing up my good fortune!!!"

  Seeing the young people around him scattering, two or three of them quickly ran to close the doors. Wang Chan's heart was moved. The reason he didn't start killing right away was that he saw the White Crane Association's grounds were too large. It wasn't good to make a move in broad daylight. But now, looking around, the only people visible outside the huge association were the seven or eight in front of him, and apart from them, it was quiet all around.

  Cicadas sang in my ears. On the contrary, it seemed that the entire hall was even more quiet and serene.

  Now these two people called someone to close the gate again, and suddenly also called Wang Chan who was already impatient in his heart. No more hesitation.

  She narrowed her eyes and quietly looked at the dozen or so people in front of her, without saying a word.

  And with this expression, he suddenly calmed down, and the two middle-aged men in the field also felt a little uneasy. Those who were selected by the Lin family to enter the White Crane Pavilion for training were all elite backbones from the original military, each of whom had experienced life and death, seen blood and gore, and every person's skills were worthy of pride.

  Although the fierce man from earlier had already suffered a significant loss at Wang Chan's hands and was still bleeding profusely on his hand, these people were used to seeing life and death. Therefore, even though they knew that Wang Chan's fist technique was formidable, far surpassing their own, relying on their numerical superiority and being in the White Crane Association's territory, they didn't show any signs of submission.

  Just thinking about how to take down Wang Chan, smoothly interrogate his origins and intentions, and then either release him or bring him to see Gao Qi Ru for personal disposal.

  "Master, I've closed all three big gates and hung up the 'Closed for Business' sign. No one will disturb us during this time!" Not long after, the two people who went to close the doors came back "in high spirits", but from a distance, there was a loud shout. The gaze towards Wang Chan also didn't hold any kind intentions.

  "Friend, I advise you to know the current situation. You think our White Crane Association is what kind of place? No matter how high your martial arts skills are, once you're here, even if you're a dragon, you'll have to coil up, and if you're a tiger, you'll have to lie down for me. Now, obediently report your family name and title. Then explain everything clearly, otherwise, today you will definitely not be able to leave this gate."

  The two young men who closed the door came back and said a sentence, and the atmosphere in the field suddenly became somewhat relaxed. There were ten people in this field, except for those two middle-aged men, the other eight young people were also good at Wang Chan, and several of them carried guns with them. They were not afraid that Wang Chan could turn the sky over.

  They didn't know that Wang Chan was the killing god who came to kill their "master" Lin Yuanfang, but thought he was a master of boxing coming to challenge them. That's why they didn't pull out their guns as soon as they met.

  But little did they know, by doing so, they inadvertently helped Wang Chan a great deal. As soon as he saw the two men return, he let out a sly smile. His eyes, which had been narrowed to a thin line, suddenly opened wide, and a cold glint flashed in them. With a burst of energy, he charged into the crowd that was blocking his retreat, his hands swinging like iron whips dancing in the air. People retreated backward, shoulders colliding, elbows bumping, hips swaying, feet kicking. The scene was chaotic.

  Boom! Boom! Boom! The air is violently explosive. Every muscle and bone is screaming in unison.

  All that could be heard was the continuous sound of muscles and bones shattering, one after another. In an instant, five or six young men who had been jumping around just a moment before, punching and rubbing their palms in front of Wang Chan, fell to the ground, defeated. As Wang Chan retreated, he seemed like a human-shaped machine reaping lives. After retreating ten steps, the area he passed through became a bloodbath, with six people having their chests and abdomens deeply indented, unable to even cry out before spewing out fresh blood and flesh from their mouths. The entire internal organs of these people were smashed to pieces.

  Three feet off the ground, fell flying out, all sounds are gone.

  These people are all Lin Yuanfang's underlings, and sooner or later they will be trained into ruthless characters who do not know good from evil, right from wrong. Leaving them in the world would also bring disaster, so once Wang Chan takes action, he will show no mercy, using only fatal moves.

  Boom! The corpse fell to the ground, stirring up a large cloud of dust. Those two middle-aged men were shocked and reacted extremely quickly. One crouched like a tiger, while the other spread his arms like a white crane. They let out a loud roar in unison. In an instant, Wang Chan killed six of his own disciples. His eyes turned red with rage, and he charged forward without retreating. The two young men, seeing that things were not going well, instinctively shrunk their bodies to the sides and quickly pulled out their swords from their waists.

  Just as he was about to fire, Wang Chan suddenly picked up a Tai Chi pole from the weapon rack behind him. The pole was four or five meters long, and with a flick of his wrist, it seemed to come alive, striking out in front of him with a loud whooshing sound. Two large gun flowers, each about one meter in diameter, appeared out of thin air, and with a loud slapping sound, they struck the wrists of the two men holding guns.

  The Tai Chi pole, also known as the Yang-style Tai Chi spear, is a type of long-handled heavy weapon used in Tai Chi boxing. When equipped with a spearhead, it becomes a spear; when equipped with a halberd head, it becomes a halberd. The length of the pole is typically seven feet five inches, but can be adjusted according to individual circumstances. Those with strong skills can wield poles as long as two meters or more, while those with weaker skills can only use them for practicing strength and cannot use them in actual combat.

  But Wang Chan had been practicing with a few-meter-long ebony gun since he was young, which was soaked in beef tallow all over, weighing dozens of kilograms. Compared to the white wax rod now, it is much heavier, and the practice is all ancient horse warfare, battlefield gun techniques that can gallop through thousands of troops.

  With just this one shot, the power emitted from the gun's body to the tip of the spear was like a wave, shaking back and forth. The force was like mercury flowing through a tube, it could reach the beginning or the end. As soon as it hit the two men's wrists, their bones cracked like exploding beans, and both of their arms holding the guns were shattered.

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  With a flick of his wrist, the entire rod sprang up like a giant python emerging from its lair, suddenly leaping two or three feet into the air and striking the Adam's apple of the person on the left.

  "Bang!" With a loud noise, the elastic white wax stick easily pierced through the man's neck, creating a blood hole as big as an adult fist. The philosopher's eyes rolled back, and large amounts of bloody foam spewed out from his throat. His body went limp, and he fell to the ground.

  Wang Chan had been practicing his spear skills for over a decade, and although he had never actually used it to fight anyone, his technique was already at its peak. His spear was an extension of himself, and with just one swift motion, he could kill a mosquito or fly that landed on the window paper from two zhang away. When it came to killing people, his efficiency increased tenfold compared to when he fought empty-handed.

  At this time, looking for someone to be unlucky, with a mind to kill, Wang Chan naturally would not have any hesitation or mercy.

  Moreover, since he came down from the mountain, there have been quite a few people who died at his hands. With just one thought in mind, but relying on a bit of sincerity, how could he ever have any hesitation? Once his intention was set, the urge to kill filled his chest, and all his senses were rapidly activated, so that when he struck, it was no different from a starving wild beast with bloodshot eyes; as long as someone blocked his way, they would all be killed in one breath.

  At this moment, the white wax stick shook again, and the internal family's true energy was connected in sections. The gun tip trembled, and the dead man was suddenly shaken into the sky, forming a large circle, and with a loud "hiss" sound, it smashed towards the two middle-aged men who had just rushed to within five or six steps in front of him.

  The rod blocked, and three guns flashed out like lightning, pffft! The big gun swayed left and right, covering the area in front of him for over a dozen steps, with a fierce gust of wind. Two middle-aged men had just dodged the falling dead bodies from the sky when they saw a black shadow in front of them. In the next instant, both of their faces were stabbed to pieces, red and white splashing everywhere.

  These two were also top-notch, practicing the famous "Tiger Crane Double Form Fist" in Southern Boxing. Unfortunately, they ran into Wang Chan, a jinx who didn't even give them a chance to get close, and with one swing of his spear, their lives were gone.

  Only one person was left, and in the blink of an eye, Wang Chan suddenly made a move, killing nine companions, including the two coaches who had taught him boxing. They were dead beyond recognition. He had never seen such kung fu skills before. Even as an elite soldier, he was frightened to the core, and without saying another word, he turned around and ran away.

  Wang Chan thrust out with his spear, his arm shooting out like a poisonous snake, striking the man's shoulder before he could even react. With a loud "thud", blood splattered everywhere as the massive force sent the man flying and pinned him to the ground.

  The bones on one side of his shoulder were all shattered.

  "Where is Lin Yuanfang hiding?" A white wax stick was pulled out and thrown far away. Wang Chan didn't care how badly the man was injured, his hand pinched the man's throat. He pulled him close, his face's aura making one feel chilled to the bone.

  That man was in so much pain that he was shaking all over and almost fainted, being held by Wang Chan. He tightly grasped his throat, only feeling a surge of turmoil in his chest. His mouth was bitter and dizzying, his head spinning, stars flashing before his eyes, knowing that if he didn't speak, he would definitely not survive, so he suppressed the pain, his face red, his neck thick with fresh blood squeezing out a few words from between his teeth.

  He pointed to the six-story building in the middle of the White Crane Association, "The young master and my master are on the third floor underground. Don't kill me, I'll take you there."

  Death is the only way out of all difficulties for thousands of years!

  Wang Chan left this person until the end, not killing him on the spot, and did not leave those two middle-aged people with more obvious higher identities, because this person looked like the youngest among all the people here, obviously not yet cultivated into a true Lin family "dead soldier".

  As expected, this one question brought out what I wanted to know.

  "It's actually hidden underground. How cunning!" Generally, when people see the White Crane Pavilion, they would instinctively think of going upstairs to look for it, but Wang Chan didn't expect that Lin Yuanfang would go against the norm and hide in the basement with Gao Qiru.

  This old building looks shabby on the outside, but it's actually a different world inside!

  Wang Chan narrowed his eyes, thought for a moment, and then with a burst of force, there was a cracking sound. The young man who had just spoken about Lin Yuanfang's whereabouts suddenly shattered his throat, opened his eyes wide, and died without closing them.

  "So many people have died, and it's possible that someone will be discovered at any moment. The speed of action must be faster now, and today I must let those two Taibai Jingqi make a big profit." Before coming to the White Crane Association, Wang Chan had already learned some things about what was going on inside the White Crane Association from that "highly intelligent" person's mouth. He knew that Lin Yuanfang was afraid of death, so he specially invited six famous martial artists from the capital city to protect him for three days at a great price.

  These people are all in the martial arts world. They are all of the same status as Gao Qiru, and are famous masters of the big fist style. Although their names are not yet known, with these six people protecting him closely, it will not be easy for anyone to kill Lin Yuanfang smoothly. Therefore, at this time, Wang Chan would think that if things really don't work out, he can use his two indestructible Tai Bai Jing Qi to kill and harm others. Anyway, his ambition lies outside the realm of fist techniques in the pursuit of immortality through Taoist practices, and he doesn't place much value on the sword immortal's methods either. Even if the two Jing Qi are used up, it won't be a waste.

  In the future, if you want to use it again, just warm it up and it will be ready.

  Having dealt with the last one, just as he was about to leave, Wang Chan suddenly had another thought and walked back. Among the corpses all over the ground, he found one that didn't have much blood on it, dragged it aside, took off its clothes, and carefully put them on himself.

  Lin Yuanfang is not an ordinary person, wanting to kill him to vent his anger, simply using force won't work, at times it's also necessary to use some unconventional thinking to bluff one's way through. Otherwise, even if you know the location of the opponent's hideout, you'll still have to break through the blockade of the six top masters in the capital, and the time spent will be too long, not to mention if there are other secret doors or hidden passages. Today, Wang Chan has also come in vain.

  Looking afar at the small building, he walked forward, passing through a neat row of trees and then around a corner with a moon gate. Before the only building in the White Crane Pavilion, there were thirty or forty middle-aged men practicing boxing, demonstrating their skills. Under the shade of the nearby trees, several tables were set up, where a stout old man was sitting on a chair playing chess with another elderly man. A complete set of tea utensils was placed beside them, and the cups emitted a misty vapor, filling the air with the fragrance of tea.

  He intentionally took a heavy step, and Wang Chan quickly walked over. As soon as the net revealed its head, those two old men moved their ears simultaneously, and four pairs of eyes stared at Wang Chan.

  These two people are both around fifty years old. Their auras are steady, either unmoving like mountains or firmly rooted to the ground, with an air of quality that is vastly different from ordinary people, clearly they are two of the six great boxing masters from the capital city invited by Lin Yuanfang.

  On a hot day, they were still playing chess here. It seemed to be the first checkpoint at the entrance of the building. However, these two people were not masters of the White Crane Association, so they wouldn't remember what all the disciples under Gao Qi's door looked like. At a glance, seeing that Wang Chan was wearing the uniform of the White Crane Association, they took a casual look and continued playing chess, ignoring him.

  In the peaceful era, compared to the old society, the disputes between people can be said to have decreased to a minimal point. These famous boxing masters in Beijing, although their boxing skills are powerful and they must have injured or killed people when they were young, but after decades of living a comfortable life, their sense of crisis is really not as strong as those "middle-aged men" who practice boxing on the square, sweating profusely.

  King Chan also slowed down his pace at this time. He dressed exactly the same as those young people, although he had a big bald head and looked a bit strange. However, these two old boxing masters did not notice anything particularly noticeable about King Chan.

  They can't solve the internal explosive power on Lin Yuanfang's body, and their natural skills are also quite far from Wang Chan.

  At the same time, Wang Chan didn't think he would pass this level so easily. As soon as he entered the building, he saw that there was no one in the first-floor lobby, except for a girl at the front desk who was busy playing with her computer, typing away on the keyboard with a loud clatter.

  He looked around, but didn't find an elevator. Wang Chan was not familiar with modern things and furrowed his brow, just about to search when two people suddenly appeared from the corner of the building. Wang Chan narrowed his eyes, one of them being a "familiar face", short and fat, the same short and fat guy who had been injured by Wang Chan in the Red Sleeve Forest.

  "It's really infuriating, we can't have a peaceful life these days. Young Master Lin has turned this place into an entertainment center, and he wants us to fetch everything for him, no matter how trivial it is. And those few martial artists he invited, each one more arrogant than the last, they just sit around, drink tea, play chess, and consider their task complete. Meanwhile, we disciples have all become patrolmen. Today I've climbed up and down the stairs seventeen or eighteen times already. At least this underground third floor has an elevator, so I can save some energy!"

  Saw a person standing alone in the hall, that short and fat man all the way only accompanied by his companion speaking complaints, and Wang Chan passed by shoulder to shoulder, seemingly also did not recognize Wang Chan.

  "Shut up, you. Just complain behind his back, don't say this in front of Master again, or you'll be in for it. What's the big deal about patrolling the floors? Does anyone dare to cause trouble at our White Crane Association? You must be tired, after this is over, we'll go to the rest area on the 6th floor, have a drink and some food, take a break! Anyway, Young Master Lin doesn't like being monitored, so he's already turned off all the cameras in the building. Take a sneak break, no one will see."

  "Oh, that's right!" As the two of them spoke, they had already walked to a corner of a wall. Reaching out to press on the wall, a hidden compartment immediately rose up. On the outside was a water ink painting, and inside was an elevator going down into the ground.

  "Wait!" As soon as the elevator doors opened, the two of them walked in. Wang Chan was also delighted to hear this, thinking that when all hope seemed lost, a new path would emerge, and just as he was worried about how to proceed to the third underground floor, two people suddenly appeared out of nowhere to guide him.

  At that moment, he rushed in with a sway. Those who didn't collect the law eyes of the various big shots, collect them now!!! Hehe!!!! If you want to know what happens next, support the author!!