Chapter 65: Wudang Hard Qigong

  With a fierce two-legged stance, he stomped the ground violently, causing it to shake momentarily. A series of loud roars burst forth from his chest, like the howling of lions and the chanting of dragons, the sound unceasing. He took a large step forward with his left foot, his right hand flipping over as if a small mountain was falling from above, heavily slapping towards Wang Chan.

  The palm wind is surging, the net is like a tide, and the sound of opening and closing is like the earth cracking and the sky collapsing, with a crisp crackling sound.

  Although Wudang is known as the ancestor of internal family boxing, this does not mean that there is no external family work in Wudang Quan. The method of Leiting practice is actually similar to Wang Zhen's, both are from outside to inside, starting with external hard work, and after reaching the state of horizontal peak, it naturally turns into internal family.

  In this way, one can obtain the external school of boxing's fierce and violent power, which must harm people when released, while also obtaining the internal school of boxing's nourishing and practicing Qi, which is the essence of nourishing the five organs. The two are combined, yin and yang as one, complementing each other. Once mastered, the power of releasing a move is much more formidable than that of those who practice only external or internal school of boxing.

  As it is, the exercise that Leizhen has practiced is actually the first hard work of Wudang's secret transmission "Jiulong Shizi Gong" (this name is really speechless, but this is not what Lao Lu fabricated, this exercise is indeed the first hard work of Wudang Sect's secret transmission, and it exists in reality). Also called "Jin Qi Tie Bu Shan", as soon as it is displayed, a sound of lion's roar and dragon's chant comes from his abdomen, which shows that Leizhen has already practiced this external family's hard work to the peak of perfection. As soon as he makes a move, it seems like nine lions shaking their heads and swinging their tails, with his entire arm slamming down, the skin on the outside turns dark green and black, with veins bulging three inches high, densely packed like a fishing net.

  The force was so great that it was like a thick steel whip, shattering stones against iron, completely unstoppable.

  The wind generated by his arm swinged wildly in the living room, and after mutual stimulation and superposition, it sounded like a burst of thunder when it entered the ear.

  With a loud slap, Wang Zhanren stood up from the sand with an air of superiority, his eyes narrowing into slits as he gazed outward. His heart was also filled with some surprise: "What a powerful fist! It's actually able to cultivate the Iron Cloth Shirt to such a degree?!"

  Lei Ting's boxing skills are not only fierce, but also full of murderous intent and killing energy, which is even more astonishing than the Tang Niu who was just killed by Wang Chan. To be able to deliver such a punch, Lei Ting must not be one of those so-called masters who have impressive martial arts skills but can only use them for physical exercise and never cultivate their own unique boxing spirit throughout their lives.

  "This Lei Feng, has killed more people than that Tang Niu, his fists are always soaked in blood, almost possessed by the spirit of combat. Once he engages with someone, it's a fight to the death, even if he encounters someone stronger, he'll probably still manage to kill them on the spot, truly terrifying."

  A thought flashed through his mind, and Wang Chan's footsteps slanted to one side. He raised his left hand to the top of his head, and his arm muscles suddenly seemed to inflate like air, swelling up three times larger, as thick as his thigh. At this moment, a thunderous shout burst from Lei Tong's mouth, and he struck with his palm, but suddenly transformed it into a fist, with his thick fingers clenched together, producing a sound like the simultaneous firing of firecrackers. In an instant, it was as if a large hammer had smashed down onto Wang Chan's arm.

  "With a 'thud', it didn't seem like a physical collision, but more like two speeding cars crashing into each other on the highway. The two people, one tall and one short, had their sleeves on their arms disappear in an instant."

  His entire arm, muscles bulging, entwined with each other, a thunderous fist came crashing down. It felt like being struck by a towering mountain, the force could shatter stone into powder. The crushing blow that could smash a millstone was unable to move Wang Chan's arm even an inch. Startled, he hastily exhaled a long, dragon-like roar and quickly changed his stance. His five fingers spread wide as he grabbed onto Wang Chan's arm with a loud "peng" sound, then suddenly yanked it outward with great force.

  In this move, he also used the "Taiyi Hunyuan Great Power Five Elements Heavy Hand Technique" to suddenly increase his internal energy by a factor of two, and Wang Zhen's heart skipped a beat as he was almost lifted off the ground by Lei's lightning-fast grab.

  Wang Chan's skills had improved greatly at this time, his stance work had long been deeply ingrained in his bones and become second nature. With a physical density like steel, his body weight was over 200 pounds despite being only around 5'7". He could easily create a footprint over half an inch deep on the rocky ground with just a casual stomp of his foot. His lower stance was as solid as a boulder or iron pillar, and if he were to exert his energy, even a thousand-pound bull wouldn't be able to move him in the slightest.

  But Lei's sudden grab had lifted Wang Chan's center of gravity high up.

  "What great strength! Indeed, he is a born martial arts genius. This Thunderbolt can grow to such heights without prior training, and must have been a natural-born master of divine power. In ancient times, he would have been a Tiger General, one man holding the pass against ten thousand!"

  Wang Zantuo was shocked, and he only felt that the thunderbolt's grasp had not only reached its maximum power, but also contained a strange and unpredictable force. Inside the grasping force, there was actually a violent shaking force that rushed in horizontally and vertically. As soon as it entered his body, he immediately shook left and right, and clashed forward and backward. It was like an old farmer picking herbs in the mountains, who would often grab the snake's tail with one hand when seeing a poisonous snake harming someone, then shake it violently until the snake's bones were dislocated and it couldn't move anymore, before calmly taking its gallbladder.

  The skeleton is the support of all living things. Once the skeleton is shaken off, no matter how great one's skill, they will become as soft as a puddle of mud. However, the art of dislocating and removing bones is a genuine medical secret. Although some have been passed down through the ages and incorporated into martial arts fist techniques, creating a set of specialized grappling techniques targeting human joints, those purely technical skills are nothing compared to the likes of Lei Ting's internal power that bursts into the body without visible movement or exposed bones.

  Even Wang Zhen, it was the first time in his life to encounter such a clever bone-removing technique. Wudang Neijiaquan, which can be passed down to modern times and even stole many of the world-famous Shaolin Quan's winds, is indeed very reasonable.

  His heel swiftly left the ground, and Wang Chan's heart was filled with a burst of astonishment, yet his entire being was also ignited with a fierce battle intent. In an instant, the blood and energy in his body surged like a river bursting its banks, every single hair on his body standing on end, his eyes rolled back, as if he had suddenly been startled like a large feline animal.

  He is now easy to practice, his fist is almost perfect, and the external family's kung fu has practiced the internal family's fist method "divine power". Compared with walking the same road as Lei Ting, he is at least a few steps faster. As for the understanding of one's own skin, blood, tendons, and bones, no one can match him. So when Lei Ting grabbed him, the true energy of the internal family rushed into Wang Chan's body, and he immediately understood its origin.

  At the same time, Lei Feng grasped Wang Chan with one hand, and his other hand was not idle either. His five fingers were tightly clenched, with his middle finger protruding outward, forming a devastating "Phoenix Eye Fist."

  He arched his back, tucked in his head and legs, and a large dragon appeared on his back, connecting his waist and legs into a straight line. He bent like a bow shooting an arrow, and with a loud crack, his muscles and bones sang in unison. With a swift movement, he threw a punch, fiercely striking Wang Chan's lower abdomen dan Tian.

  This move is vigorous and powerful, like an iron shirt, "Sea Bottom Sand Digging Tiger Collapse"

  Responding to Lei Xue's full force, coordinating with his tall and majestic physique of about two meters. Discussing the occasion, in the middle also added the power of the Five Elements' heavy hand method, a loud rumble, really like the unparalleled fierce general Li Yuanba of the Sui and Tang dynasties, holding a golden hammer to strike down enemies like grass.

  At this time, Wang Chan's arm was caught by someone, and half of his body was also completely covered by Lei Feng's move "Riding Tiger Collapse". Except for hard fighting, he didn't have any way to thoroughly get rid of the disadvantage.

  Tiptoeing, following the power of Lei's Thunder, he continuously stomped several times, just like the Bagua Palm's tread mud turn circle. After a few steps, he immediately dissipated the great force on his opponent's claws.

  Under the gaze of Leiting's astonishment, Wang Chan knelt down and raised his arm high above his head. Suddenly, it slipped out of Leiting's palm like a boneless thing and hung straight behind him, like a long tail. With a sudden swing upwards, it coincided with Leiting's incoming punch.

  A thousand pounds fell to the ground, Golden Web angry eyes, Wang Chan this swing. Tendons and bones connected, a burst of great strength rose from his feet, through his knees, waist, back, shoulders, all the way to the end of his arm.

  It was a record of his horizontal book, a road Shaolin cannon punch. Chongtian Cannon, like a ten-thousand-pound cannon, opening the sky from the ground.

  Boom!

  Two fists, without any fancy moves, collided with each other, producing the sound of iron hammers clashing. Lei Ting's massive fist was as big as a dustpan, and even when clenched, it was still the size of a basin. In comparison, Wang Chan's fist looked exceptionally small.

  But on Wang Chan's arm, the muscles and bones seemed to be those of a living person. The texture of his skin was visible with hints of metallic luster flashing continuously, and the powerful force that burst out in an instant was beyond everyone's expectation.

  Both of them started with external hard qigong practice. Lei Ting was tall and sturdy, with huge fists, like a fierce god, but Wang Chan's fists were like shooting stars, his muscles, bones, skin, and hair merged into one, comparable to fine steel, more condensed and solid than Lei Ting.

  Under this punch, Wang Zhen's posture didn't change at all, only the carpet under his feet shattered into seven or eight pieces, the floor was pierced through, and he sank into the ground, as if he had suddenly shrunk by more than half a foot.

  Under his feet, a small mushroom cloud of dust and debris erupted upwards. The high-strength reinforced concrete beneath the floor was deeply indented by his two feet, as if he had stepped into a swampy quagmire. With just a slight movement, large puffs of cement dust spread out in all directions.

  One punch met, like a comet colliding with the earth, and it can be seen that this punch's power is just how overbearing and fierce.

  "What kind of fist technique is this?"

  Lightning fist web and Wang Chan collided, the muscles and bones on his arm were like being put into a large meat grinder, with countless blades quickly grinding together, instantly painful to the bone marrow, unable to bear opening his mouth in a loud cry. In an instant, the entire arm was swollen red like fresh blood, suddenly swelling up, instantly knowing that this was because the tendons and ligaments on his arm could not withstand the force, being severely injured by external forces.

  His arm is temporarily crippled by Wang Chan, and now the blood has congealed. If he dares to use force again, it will definitely cause blood vessels to rupture, leading to endless troubles. One misstep, and it might really have to be amputated.

  Lei Ting endured the pain strongly and retreated backwards, looking at Wang Chan who was deeply trapped in the floorboard, his face full of incredulity.

  He had practiced the Iron Shirt of Wudang, which was said to be the first hard qigong of Wudang, passed down from the great hero Gan Fengchi. He had already reached the ultimate level, with a pair of fists and arms as hard as steel whips and iron hammers. Even if he stood still, letting someone use a ten-pound heavy mallet to pound him from top to bottom on a stone slab, it would be impossible to hurt even one hair on his body.

  Moreover, he has now practiced Wudang Neijiaquan, with his kung fu transforming from external to internal, soft and hard complementing each other. With one punch, he possesses all the essence of both external and internal fist methods. His power is ever-changing, and after cultivating it himself, no one has ever been able to match him in a fierce battle of fists, not even his superior, the "Director", whom he greatly admires and who must yield when sparring with him.

  Although it's always myself who admits defeat in the end, that's because the internal strength of my family's boxing hasn't reached its peak yet, and I'm not good at prolonged battles.

  But today, I just happened to run into a Wang Chan Xiao who not only could match my own fist strength but also completely surpass me. One punch clashed and hit me so hard that half of my body went numb and one arm was almost crippled.

  How can this not be called a thunderclap, shocking and astonishing, with one's mind and spirit shaken.

  Moreover, he was also very puzzled at this time and couldn't guess what kind of hard qigong Wang Chan had practiced. Although he had already heard from his elder sister Lei Ting that Wang Chan had practiced the Thirteen Taibao Cross-Training Qigong, Lei Feng would never believe it even if he were beaten to death. That rough and shallow hard qigong circulating in the market could actually surpass his Wudang secret transmission of Nine-Headed Lion Iron Shirt.

  "Do you still want to withdraw?"

  Lightning One Move Lost, he walked backwards, but Wang Chan didn't let him go. His body was stuck in the middle of the floorboard and didn't jump out, only taking a fierce step forward, crackling sounds, a string of explosions, all the floorboards in front of him shattered, flying into the sky, as if an excavator had pushed out a big road in a place without roads.

  A sudden movement, and Wang Chan's step arrived in front of him. One hand was shaped like a snake, coiling around his wrist like golden silk. With a reverse grab, he seized the intact arm of Lei Ting. The other hand also passed through from under his ribs, pinching Lei Ting's waist eye with a burst of internal force. Lei Ting struggled to break free, but suddenly felt a chill at his waist, and his entire body went limp.

  The next cut was over two hundred and thirty pounds of thunder, the huge body was suddenly picked up by Wang Chan, a fierce force, a loud noise pierced through the wall opposite.

  "Bang!" The entire 49-story building was shaking, and all the glass on one side of the wall shattered to the ground with a loud crash. Ancient paintings, calligraphy, scrolls, vases, and everything else fell to the ground.

  Wang Zhan's strength was boundless, and with one throw, it seemed like the Buddha throwing an elephant. Lei Ting crashed into the wall, but couldn't withstand the rebound from the wall and bounced back three or four meters, rolling on the ground.

  "Thunder is coming!"

  "Halt, or I'll shoot!"

  The two men exchanged blows at an incredible speed, and in just three or four moves, the outcome was already decided. The scene changed dramatically as a thunderbolt-like painting fell from the wall and rebounded back. Zhang Xiuer and another big man named Teng Chong were shocked and lost their color.

  One hand on his waist, one hand pulling out a gun, he loudly rebuked Wang Chan.

  At the same time, Wang Chan's ears moved and he immediately sensed danger behind him. Within such a short distance, facing two well-trained special agents from national security bureaus of two countries, anyone would be frightened out of their wits.