Chapter 50: Can't I just ignore it?

  Wang Chan's punch on Liu Lao San's chest was a "Zhui Feng Cannon" from the Shaolin Cannon Fist, three steps of empty air explosion, the force of the punch was like an ancient general's cannonball exploding in mid-air, its power was unmatched. Liu Lao San was originally just an ordinary person, big and fat, his body had already been emptied by Wang Chan's previous moves, how could he withstand such a punch? Immediately, his chest was broken open with a huge hole, his heart and lungs were turned into mush.

  While Zhang Daocheng was not a worldly martial artist, he had spent his life practicing Taoist internal alchemy and the methods of cultivating life and energy were vastly different from those of other schools. He refined the internal elixir method to have a unique skill, apart from the thunder technique that controlled lightning, his Xuan Gong Quan was also known as the mother of Taiji, the original source of heaven. If he were to engage in a serious fight when his physical strength was at its peak, even against a master like Wang Chan, it would be difficult to say who would win or lose, and it would depend on whose luck was stronger.

  But Zhang Lao Da at this time, had to focus all his attention on urging the Thunder Method, displaying his Taoist skills, and entangling Wang Chan with all his might, while also dividing his heart to protect Liu Lao San, a "commoner", which was a huge burden for him, simply being unable to take care of both sides at once.

  Moreover, his Thunderous Method is too exhausting to use, looking majestic and beyond human imagination, with unpredictable effects, but each thunderbolt is actually the result of Zhang Daocheng's internal energy being released externally. Compared to Wang Chan's unified body and fist method, it is even more laborious and mentally taxing. With full force exerted in response, he still has to be extremely cautious, preventing Wang Chan from making a desperate comeback, not wanting both sides to suffer losses, naturally neglecting Liu Lao San in the process.

  "This Liu Lao San, a nouveau riche, instead of enjoying his wealth and glory, he's not content with what he has and meddles in the Lin family's affairs, it's simply seeking death. Now that he's provoked this person, even I am at a loss for what to do next. How can we wrap things up now?" Wang Chan's movements were swift and agile, his fist struck Liu Lao San without even looking at him, Zhang Dao Cheng knew in an instant that this guy was definitely going to meet his end, his heart suddenly ignited with anger.

  This time, Zhang Daocheng came to find Zhou Lin, it was about the major event of Taicheng Palace in Lao Mountain. As a stranger, he wanted to establish himself as soon as possible and needed someone's help. This time, Zhang Daocheng found Liu Laosan, who valued his influence in the provincial city, otherwise he would not have dealt with Wang Chan, a ruthless man, for no reason.

  It must be known that in the country today, whether it's birth or entry, those who can cultivate martial arts to the level of a grandmaster are really very few. Offending any one of them will not have "simple" consequences.

  Liu Lao San was killed by Wang Chan, and although Zhang Dao Cheng's heart was burning with anger, he immediately retreated after a moment of reflection, unwilling to engage in a life-or-death struggle with Wang Chan again. Although he had great confidence in his own martial arts skills, as someone who had mastered the family's Taoist techniques, which emphasized harmony between heaven and humanity, prioritizing health and well-being over fierce competition, he found the terror of mortal combat unbearable.

  Especially Wang Chan, the moment he made his move, a fierce and murderous aura burst forth, clearly this was someone whose hands were stained with the blood of countless people. Once he got into a fight, it would be a battle to the death, one of them would have to go see King Yan.

  In addition, Zhang Daocheng had just learned from Liu Lao San's mouth about the relationship between Wang Chan and Zhou Lin, which was also a very attractive piece of news for him.

  Although Liu Lao San is dead, as long as he can get Wang Chan to talk, Zhou Lin's whereabouts will naturally be revealed, which is faster and more efficient than asking Liu Lao San for help in finding someone.

  Just as he was about to punch Liu the Third to death, his ears moved and Wang Chan felt a sudden explosion behind him. Zhang Daocheng's fist came crashing down with an unstoppable force that was almost unimaginable. The wind whistled by, sounding like war drums beating in his ears.

  "General Order"

  In ancient times, a great general fought on the battlefield, leading an army, deploying troops and arraying formations. With a single order, no one dared to disobey. Although he also received orders from his lord, there were things he would not accept. Whoever resisted him would be beheaded with a single stroke of his sword, their head hung outside the tent, blood flowing five paces away.

  Wang Chan, although he had never seen the road to Taicheng Palace on Laoshan before, heard the sound of the wind entering his ears and knew it was treacherous. In an instant, he twisted his body like a tough rubber band, dodging Zhang Daocheng's empty fist in the midst of chaos. His body suddenly sprang back into place, and with one large hand, he fiercely clawed at Zhang Daocheng's abdomen and chest along a straight line from bottom to top.

  Tiger-shaped bones, five fingers like hooks, Wang Chan's claws came out, the muscles at the fingertips all bulged with a flesh package, like cats, tigers, lions and leopards, originally neat and clean fingernails for repairing and cutting, suddenly protruded from his flesh, one by one, half an inch long, shining like fine steel, clinking, just like five hidden daggers, if caught in his claws, even Zhang Lao Dao's internal energy would be torn apart.

  "What a ruthless hand, this is deliberately coming to take my life!" Just as Wang Chan's claw was about to grab him, Zhang Daocheng felt a chill in his lower abdomen, like being pricked by a needle. A palm-sized area immediately turned red and swollen, with blood flowing out, and he let out a mournful cry in his heart, instantly realizing that Wang Chan's killing intent was now at its peak.

  Just then, Zhang Daocheng also had the intention to retreat in his heart and did not want to completely turn against Wang Chan. He hastily made a clear whistle, and with one move, he drew an arc from bottom to top, took a step back, and simultaneously pushed Wang Chan's elbow with a circular palm from a slanted side.

  This move of his changed in an instant, from extremely hard to extremely soft, as simple and natural as eating and drinking.

  It's as if the natural look has suddenly turned into a soft and fluffy texture, like a gentle push with one palm, soft and light, as if keeping people at arm's length.

  That's right, Zhang Daocheng's move was indeed one of his innate Xuan Gong Fist routes - "Finger Wrap Soft Fist".

  The positive pole gives birth to the negative, the strong pole gives birth to the soft, seemingly just a push forward, but it is actually a powerful inner connotation, hidden without leakage. Compared with Leiting's Taiyi Mian Zhang, it is even more gentle and fierce.

  Moreover, don't look at Zhang Daocheng's push, it's soft like cotton, lightly floating as if not exerting any force, but the speed is far beyond anyone's imagination. Wang Chan only made a sideways grab, and in an instant, one arm was caught by the opponent's five fingers. Suddenly, he felt a numbness in his elbow, as if hundreds of steel needles were piercing his arm at the same time. A great force suddenly burst out, pushing his own arm into motion.

  However, Zhang Daocheng had no idea that Wang Chan's thirteen Taibao horizontal training was a skill that tempered his muscles, bones, skin and hair to be like steel, with inside and outside being one, thoroughly transparent. Although he also felt that the force on his arm was not small, he could only make him suddenly feel some discomfort, but could not hurt Wang Chan's foundation.

  The power of gentleness and firmness originally comes from the same source. What's this about gentleness overcoming firmness? The strong cannot last, it's all nonsense. In the end, it still depends on the individual's own ability to cultivate their skills. Water droplets can penetrate stone, but only if there is a large amount of time and constant water flow.

  Wang Chan had practiced the horizontal training method for over twenty years. Once he started operating his internal energy, his entire body seemed to be cast in bronze and iron, with boundless strength. Zhang Da Cheng's soft fist technique was like a huge wave crashing against a mid-stream pillar, unable to shake his foundation at all.

  With a sudden withdrawal of his hand, Wang Chan completely broke free from Zhang Daocheng's binding power. He immediately bent down and sat on the horse, sinking his center of gravity, like a golden bell falling to the ground. His right hand made a whooshing sound as it circled above his head, then slapped forward with a loud crackle, stirring up a strong gust of wind. As soon as he made his move, Zhang Daocheng's face tightened and his Tang suit seemed to be blown by a violent gale, clinging tightly to his body, almost suffocating him.

  Zhang Daocheng wholeheartedly wanted to reconcile with Wang Chan, but his sharp energy had already lost half of its intensity. Moreover, the previous use of the Thunder Technique had consumed a significant amount of internal energy. Although his fist and footwork skills were also very impressive, they were not as effective as they would have been in his prime due to the massive physical exertion required. Furthermore, he was unaware of Wang Chan's true abilities and blindly yielded, resulting in an immediate loss of initiative.

  A cultivator's mind is completely focused on the outside world, and their efforts are almost all spent on nourishing life and refining energy. Although they can also kill people and take lives, how can they compare to Wang Chan's numerous killings and ruthless methods? Once life and death are at stake, this gap will immediately become apparent.

  At this moment, Wang Chan's palm slapped over, and Zhang Daocheng had not yet figured out how Wang Chan had escaped from his own restraints. In a state of shock, he hastily stretched out his hand to resist the attack. With a loud crash, the two palms collided, and Zhang Daocheng felt a sudden jolt in his chest, with a burning pain in his heart and lungs that reached his throat. His palms and wrists felt as if they had been scalded by a red-hot branding iron. If he hadn't practiced qigong for decades without slacking off, and didn't have true skills in breathing and exhaling, he would have been in trouble. Sensing something was wrong, he immediately withdrew his hand and retreated, fearing that if Wang Chan had exploded with all his might, his entire forearm would have been shattered into pieces.

  Crack! Wang Chan advanced with a sudden movement, his body low and swift, his hands transforming into claws as he struck out in rapid succession. Zhang Daicheng's face turned pale as he retreated, unable to counterattack, until his back was against the wall and he had nowhere to retreat. He quickly dodged to one side and leapt aside, pressing himself against the wall as he slipped into a room inside. Immediately afterwards, he reached out to shut the door.

  But was caught up by Wang Chan, who rushed forward and scratched the wooden door with a few swipes of his paw, shattering it into pieces in an instant. Splinters flew everywhere, scattering all over the ground.

  "Alright, alright, since Liu the Third is already dead, I won't bother with it anymore. Why must you keep pressing on and not give in? Old Daoist that I am, I'm not afraid of you either. If we continue to fight, I fear neither of us will come out unscathed. Even if I die at your hands, there are still a few seniors in the Taichang Temple on Mount Cui who will be more formidable than me and will cause trouble for you! Why don't we just stop here and find a place to have a good talk? We can naturally turn our animosity into friendship."

  Zhang Daocheng saw that Wang Chan's moves were too ruthless and vicious, each move aimed at taking his life. As he was already old in years, continuing to fight would not have a good outcome, so his face changed color and he repeatedly showed weakness.

  At the same time, Wang Chan also stopped abruptly and came to a halt.