Chapter Eighty-Three: Yue Breaks the Enemy

  "My affair was settled by you, he is your disciple" "Do you know or not, your disciple secretly peeked at me while I was practicing!"

  Wang Chan saw the middle-aged man snatch the gun from Zhang Xiuer's hand, and casually threw it away. His face was slightly foggy, but he didn't immediately let go of Song Jie's meaning in his hand, only slowly withdrawing the big hand that had been pinching his throat.

  Wang Chan is not a modern person, or it should be said that his thoughts are still stuck in the past. The URL of this station has been changed to: jielianwanpengqianqingdenglu

  In the past, boxing skills were passed down as a life-saving technique, apart from some well-known "mainstream" styles. Generally, when masters taught their apprentices, they would avoid being seen by others, either in deep forests or at midnight, and what was most feared was being secretly watched by someone nearby.

  Otherwise, if the unique martial art is learned by others, it would be equivalent to losing one's means of survival. If discovered, they will chase after them to the ends of the earth and kill or cripple them.

  Wang Chan and Song Jie had crossed hands before, deeply understanding Song Jie's skills, with a mastery of Wudang swordsmanship. If not for the fact that he himself was holding a sword in hand, relying on its sharpness, even in the vast city of Beijing, there would be few who could match him. He was his opponent. And yet, this middle-aged man standing before him was actually Song Jie's master. Wang Chan took a closer look and immediately knew that the other party had internal energy, being a top-notch expert. Moreover, this person exuded great official authority, speaking with neither arrogance nor humility, and despite clearly seeing his own disciple being beaten to such an extent, his face remained expressionless, obviously also a seasoned figure in high positions.

  But Wang Chan didn't show any weakness, his tone suddenly turned icy cold, and although his body didn't move, even Zhang Xiuer, the weakest in the arena, kept a safe distance from him, sensing the increasingly profound and mysterious aura emanating from Wang Chan, filled with hostility.

  Although it's not as good as before, Wang Chan still follows the rules of "jianghu green forest".

  "There is no square without rules" He also doesn't think that with the development of society, some old rules should be completely abolished. According to his original intention, since he had already given Song Jie three roads to choose from, there was still a glimmer of life, but since Song Jie was arrogant and chose to fight, he should have been prepared to be beaten to death on the spot.

  Peeping at others' practice, yet not knowing to repent, this was the greatest taboo for all martial artists in the past. Being discovered by others on the spot was originally a matter of life and death, with no room for compromise.

  Moreover, the things on Wang Chan's body were originally a naked transaction between him and Lei Feng. He used his Tian Gang stone as an exchange, and Lei Feng's side helped him handle all related matters. So even if the middle-aged man said it out loud, that he had helped him settle everything, in Wang Chan's heart, he didn't have any sense of gratitude or appreciation.

  This is what you should have done in the first place, and now it's embarrassing to say it out loud!

  "Wang Chan, your matters are now all settled and no one in the country will come to bother you again. Also, Zhou Lin father and daughter have also settled down with Old Man Zhang, so you don't need to worry at all." As he sensed the increasing hostility on Wang Chan's body, Lei Feng hastily walked up quickly, but stopped tactfully about a dozen steps away from Wang Chan, pointing to the middle-aged man beside him: "This is our National Security Bureau's Director Yue Po Xu. He has come specifically to see you."

  "Director of National Security?" Wang Chan's eyes sparkled with interest as he listened to the introduction, thinking to himself: "The Director of National Security, in the past, this was equivalent to the Commander of the Imperial Guards during the Ming dynasty. Indeed, a position of great power and authority, second only to the Emperor."

  "Hmm! So that's how it is! It seems that Master Wang's move to hurt someone was also reasonable. We martial artists have always been known for our fierce battles, where we don't hold back and don't give in on the spot. How could there not be any injuries or collisions? Moreover, this matter is also Song Jie's fault. He secretly watched you practice and broke a taboo, so he got beaten up like that, it's his own doing."

  The middle-aged man, Yue Po Xu, still had an expressionless face as he walked step by step towards them. He stopped at a distance of about four or five meters away. Facing Wang Chan's hostility, his entire body didn't show any abnormality, but his two eyes were staring straight at Wang Chan, with a gaze that carried a hint of cold severity.

  "But now, things are different. The people are in charge, society is diverse and vibrant, and the martial arts world is interconnected. It's no longer like the old days when social status was so important. The techniques and methods of each school can be printed and published, exchanged and learned from one another. Master Wang insists on adhering to tradition, which is admirable, but times have changed. Going with the flow is the mainstream now. Song Jie may have made a mistake first, but Master Wang has already punished him lightly. He's been beaten up, why must he still be pressed? Must he be ruined according to old rules? In my opinion, why not sit down and talk it out, avoid hurting harmony?"

  "Are you hurt?" Wang Chan suddenly chuckled, and cold words came out from between his teeth. "I would have liked to avoid hurting our friendship, but your disciple insisted on fighting me. With a blade in hand, every step is a killing move. If I don't kill him, he'll kill me."

  "And I'm not someone who didn't give him a chance, before making a move, I already gave him three options to choose from: either admit his mistake and apologize, or engage in a life-or-death battle, or he could try to escape from my hands. But he chose to fight me! You're older than me, I don't believe you don't understand the rules. Today, I'm also in a difficult situation, originally not wanting to kill anyone or see bloodshed, but still having to do so. You should also understand my intentions, otherwise... I won't be able to justify myself."

  "However, if you want me to change my mind, it's not impossible. Your disciple was peeking at me while I was practicing, so bring me the Wudang secret sword manual for three days of study. And don't give me any miscellaneous stuff. I know that Wudang has three levels of sword techniques: lower level Long Sword Dance, middle level Flying Dagger Technique, and upper level Detached Moon God Technique. I want only the highest level Detached Moon Technique, nothing else."

  Wang Chan's expression was unusual, his eyes coldly staring at Yue Po Xu's eyes, as if in his eyes, the other party's identity as the head of the National Security Bureau and an ordinary old man were no different. Before he had even finished speaking, another burst of pure white energy shot out from his nose.

  In broad daylight, a white light shot out from his nose and disappeared ten meters away in an instant. With a whooshing sound, it circled around and flew back before being swallowed by Wang Chan with a gulp.

  Wang Chan, although single-mindedly pursuing the realm of martial arts and boxing, has also developed a considerable interest in Taoist Xian Dao and various other things. However, he does not have much intention to study the sword immortal method, a side branch of Taoism.

  The Xianjian Sect has few existing branches in the world, and it's not easy to come across them. Moreover, the Xianjian Sect has always been known for its eccentric rules. Unlike other sects where disciples seek out their masters, they are the ones who find their own disciples. They emphasize the importance of fate, and even if someone has exceptional talent, they won't easily pass on their teachings without a predestined connection. Wang Chan doesn't have much time to waste on this either.

  Secondly, the Sword Immortal's method is an external transmission, and although the flying sword cultivated through it is extremely sharp, it is ultimately an external object. In terms of life-and-death skills, it is not even as good as the internal fist methods that emphasize heavy nurturing of one's vital energy. Moreover, cultivating a flying sword is indeed a troublesome matter.

  Not only must the essence of gold, silver, steel and copper be extracted, but also the most refined quintessence of the five metals from among them. The cost is astronomical, and after casting into a sword, it's still not done. One must also seek out ginseng, lingzhi and other precious herbs that have absorbed spiritual energy for hundreds of years, and soak and rinse them daily. Three times a day, one must breathe in and out with the sword, communicating with its spirit, making it unyielding as iron. This breathing exercise alone takes at least ten years, and if you want to make the sword move on its own within a radius of ten miles, responding to your thoughts and taking lives, that's just impossible without thirty years or more of practice.

  Moreover, the most important thing is that those who cultivate the sword immortal art have all their work on this one sword, and it's not that they practiced and became immortals. The name "Sword Immortal" is just a rumor passed down through the years. Practicing this lineage of gongfu, practicing sword every day, can't help but neglect one's own cultivation. If you can't achieve great success in your lifetime, break through the boundaries and return to the Golden Elixir Great Dao, merge the flying sword into your body and refine it like an internal elixir, then you'll end up living a shorter life than ordinary people.

  However, now the Song Jie school has emerged, practicing the Wudang secret transmission of Dan Pai swordsmanship. In other words, this school is also one of the most refined and well-known schools of Wudang swordsmanship. The most famous one is Li Jinglin, known as the "Sword Immortal", who was on par with Sun Fuquan, the "Tiger Head" during the Republic of China era.

  Li Jinglin, with a sword in hand, was indeed unbeatable across the land, and even Li Shuwen, the grandmaster of Bajiquan, was defeated by him, which shows just how formidable his swordsmanship was.

  Additionally, Wang Chan had also heard from Old Master that there are two sacred places for sword immortals in the world. One is located in Qingcheng Mountain in Sichuan Province. The other one is at Wudang Mountain, where the lineage of Zhang Sanfeng's Quanzhen School was passed down. Moreover, he unintentionally cultivated two strands of Tai Bai Jing Qi in his lungs a few days ago, which are the most essential things for refining flying swords. As long as he has a suitable technique, Lie Xuan can master it with ease, unlike now when he can only spit it out and use it within a radius of ten meters, but its power is unknown how many times stronger.

  Anyway, there is a ready-made method available, so Wang Chan will now open his mouth to ask for the life of Song Jie in exchange for the top-grade Sword Immortal Method of Wudang.

  "What? How is this possible? You're still so young, yet you've already mastered the most superior swordsmanship? It turns out that Master Wang not only has internal and external skills that have reached the pinnacle, but he's also a true master of innovative techniques. No wonder Song Jie has been practicing swordplay for over a decade and still can't match up to you!"

  When Wang Chan's words suddenly changed, he was actually asking him to pass on the superior method of cultivating the Sword Immortal in his own sect. This kind of secrecy was unknown even to many Taoists within the sect. As soon as he saw a stream of white light shooting out from Wang Chan's nose, it was like a dragon, coiling in mid-air without falling, extremely agile and nimble. The Director of National Security suddenly changed color, his face frozen in shock.

  When he looked at Wang Chan again, a look of extreme solemnity appeared in his eyes.

  "I was wrong, I originally thought that Wang Shifu's boxing skills were unmatched in the world, but I didn't expect to see with my own eyes the long-lost swordsmanship of the past hundred years. I don't know which senior master of Qingcheng Mountain Wang Shifu is from, or if he is a descendant of Yue Po Wu, a Wudang Danpai transmitter, or a former Wudang Nei Men Kudao Ren."

  When today is over. Only Qingcheng Wudang and Jianxian Famen secretly passed down, apart from this, there are no other families. Seeing Wang Chan's swordsmanship so divine and effortless, Yue Po suddenly confirmed Wang Chan's identity as a disciple of the reclusive "Sword Immortal" of Qingcheng, who had come out to gain experience. No wonder he didn't understand worldly affairs, only knowing how to be fiercely brave.

  Wang Chan hummed and remained silent, neither admitting nor denying anything, leaving others to guess.

  Yue's face flashed a hint of embarrassment, knowing that he had rashly asked about someone else's lineage and had committed a taboo. However, being a deep person, this hint of embarrassment quickly dissipated, and he lightly exhaled: "I was too reckless. I heard that Master Wang has been cultivating in the Daxing'an Mountains, and only recently came down from the mountain. The orthodox Daoism of Qingcheng is cultivated in the Daxing'an Mountains, so it's not like you're pretending to be something you're not! So many things have happened between us, but today I finally understand that my previous thoughts were wrong."

  "Wang Shifu, you want to borrow my Wudang swordsmanship. If it were something else, I could make the decision myself, but if it's that top-notch Sword Immortal technique, Detached Moon God Technique, I'm afraid I won't be able to agree. Nor do I dare agree. Moreover, up until now, I've only managed to practice the lower-level sword dance techniques and haven't even seen the intermediate-level Flying Dagger Technique. However, since things have come to this point, if Wang Shifu still doesn't want to let go of his junior apprentice, then I'll just have to swallow my pride and exchange blows with Wang Shifu. I won't use a sword; instead, I'd like to learn from Wang Shifu's fist techniques."

  "I only hope that after you and I have fought this one battle, regardless of who wins or loses, the feud between you and Xiaotou will come to an end."

  Wang Chan's final condition was naturally unacceptable to Yue Po, and at this point the two sides were deadlocked. There was no use saying anything else; they could only settle it with their fists. Whoever had the stronger martial arts skills would be in the right.

  Wang Zhen was unwilling to compromise and release Song Jie. Yue Po Hui, as Song Jie's master, proposed a request to have another fight with him to resolve the feud, which in the past was also a way to resolve "this kind of dispute".

  In addition, Yue Po has not yet distinguished the white light that Wang Chan sprayed out as the "Tai Bai Jing Qi" in the Taoist legend, but only thought it was a sword steaming skill practiced by Wang Chan after his internal skills were greatly successful. However, he also understands how powerful it is for a swordsman to practice sword energy.

  So he simply said it outright. No need for pretenses. He and Wang Chan only compared their martial arts skills.

  The goal is to trap Wang Chan with words, so that he can't use his unbeatable "Tai Bai Jing Qi".

  Otherwise, the two men would fight, Wang Zhen's mouth and nose sprayed out a white light, and people didn't need to move from their place. They could kill someone twenty steps away, no matter how good your internal skills were, whether you practiced internal or external techniques. Wudang swordsmanship was also useless, as long as you hadn't cultivated the same level of sword mastery as him, no matter how many people came, they would all be dead. In martial arts competitions, he was simply unbeatable.

  It's like two people fighting desperately, one with bare fists and the other with a state-of-the-art submachine gun, plus mortar support, and they're quite far apart. How can the other person survive?

  From this perspective, Yue Pojun was actually unwilling to make an enemy of Wang Chan. Otherwise, with his status, he could have ordered 180 guards to rush in, surround Wang Chan and put an end to it. He had no choice but to fight Wang Chan, purely to dispel the anger in Wang Chan's heart and settle the matter of Song Jie once and for all.

  Don't forget, apart from this, he also needs to have a boxing match between Wang Chan and Hung Mun, which is related to the other piece of Tian Gang Stone in Hung Mun's hands. This is what Yue Po Xu really needs and values.

  "So you're going to make a move for your disciple again?" As soon as Yue Pojun spoke, Wang Chan's expression changed, and his eyebrows furrowed. His entire body's aura suddenly rose to its peak. This person, Yue Pojun, not only held high power and authority but also had an internal energy that was extremely condensed. His martial arts skills were so high that even Wang Chan couldn't see them clearly at once. He was indeed the most formidable opponent Wang Chan had encountered since he started his journey.

  What Tang Ni, Lei Feng, Gao Qi Ru and him are all trash when compared.

  "Let's just try a few moves, no matter who wins or loses. Master Wang, you make the first move!"

  "Good!" A humming sound came from his nose, and before the words had fallen, Wang Chan suddenly moved. The whole person seemed to have burst out of the mountain forest like a human-shaped tiger, shaking off Song Jie who was about to fall, and in the next moment he had already rushed several meters, and in the blink of an eye he had rushed to Yue Po's side.

  With a fierce jerk of his arm, he suddenly swung it up into the air, and with a whoosh, he shot forward like a galloping horse. His five fingers quivered as they merged together, just like Zhang Fei from the Three Kingdoms riding his horse at full speed, wielding his 18-foot-long spear, merging man and horse into one, fiercely charging towards Yue Poyu's throat and head! At the same time, Wang Chan's body shrunk back, his shoulders hunched, his entire person half a foot off the ground, as he pounced forward like a giant bear, bringing with him a suffocating gust of foul wind, wildly rushing towards Yue Poyu.

  He took action immediately, without any hesitation or delay. The suddenness and intensity of his actions were like a volcanic eruption, earth-shaking and thunderous.

  With hands transforming into guns, the body flies and collides, which is a move in Wang Chan's horizontal training called "Breaking Mountain Collapse" gun method. And Sun Changfeng's Bajiquan has a back-to-back mountain leaning technique.

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  At that moment, Yue Po's body hair stood on end. His head hair was also erected, as if he had been electrocuted. Although his fist skills and martial arts were highly accomplished, having held high positions for many years, he no longer had the same mindset as when he was young and would fight to the death. Even in ordinary times, when interacting with others, he would hold back and not use his full strength, just touching on it.

  At this moment, Wang Chan's aura was so powerful that it seemed to shake the heavens. In an instant, his entire body broke out in goosebumps the size of soybeans, each one as hard as iron.

  Could not help but let out a long whistle, turned around and took a wrong step, and caught the sparrow's tail.