Chen Fan's figure and fist were like a cannonball blasted out.

The dust that had been kicked up suddenly caved inward, and two figures crashed back into the collapsed shops.

Years ago, among Fang La's brothers, Fang Qifo was the most talented, possessing both literary and martial prowess. He was both broad and precise in his martial arts, mastering all eighteen kinds of weapons with ease. Outsiders called him "Cloud Dragon Appears Nine Times," firstly because his methods were varied and unpredictable, and secondly because Fang Qifo had mastered the essence of Dragon Form Fist among his many skills.

Most martial arts in the world are inspired by the movements of animals and objects, but since there are no dragons in the world, Dragon Form Fist is a boxing style derived from visualizing totems. When punching, the footwork coordinates with the body and spine, leaping and exerting force. The boxing style is grand, continuous, and elongated, and it also excels in grappling, body techniques, and leg techniques.

Chen Fan came to seek revenge and intentionally used Dragon Form to fight.

The moment Lin Zongwu caught the brick, his figure had already disappeared from the spot. His footsteps dashed out several zhang, his body sinking and rising like an azure dragon, and his power reached its peak when he threw a punch.

Lin Zongwu threw the brick, using both hands to brace it forcefully, and was knocked backward by this punch.

Nearby, Chen Fan felt as if he had punched into thick paste.

In the smoke and dust, ripples spread, shaking in all directions.

Chen Fan didn't care, and his cannon-like fists unfolded like rain, countless heavy punches rushing down.

Lin Zongwu retreated, smashing through bricks and stones, his fists spinning and blocking. At one moment, both hands suddenly chopped out, smashing open Chen Fan's fist frame, like the mouth of a rushing beast, suddenly twisting towards Chen Fan's hands.

Dust surged and spread, Lin Zongwu's hands like sharp claws stirring the clouds, roaring up.

Grappling hand, Dragon Form.

This was Fang Qifo's most skilled move, "Cloud Dragon Seizes Claw," and when used by Lin Zongwu at this time, it was also particularly fierce and violent. The opening and closing of these claws was like a bloodthirsty dragon's mouth. If it were an ordinary martial artist, their arm would probably be torn to shreds the moment these claws closed.

But Chen Fan was so powerful. At this time, his arm suddenly sank, and the muscles on his hand rolled like a giant python, using Dragon Form to dismantle and counter-buckle. In the blink of an eye, the grappling and counter-grappling of both sides unfolded. In the dust, it was like the flying and tearing of thousands of giant dragons. With the swirling of their steps, they stretched and exploded, and Chen Fan's sleeves and Lin Zongwu's kasaya sleeves first burst into thousands of butterflies, and then were swept into the torrent of air, whistling and fluttering.

"Fang Qifo, if you are alive in heaven..."

The collapse of the surrounding shops continued, and tiles, beams, wooden frames, and tables and chairs slid down with the collapse of the floor slabs, while the fighting between the two was like a huge millstone, and the objects that fell into it were either knocked open or crushed. In this fierce rolling and shifting, Lin Zongwu's voice rang out. Almost at the same time, Chen Fan closed the distance with his opponent, and his arm suddenly changed from grappling to the hammer technique of Tai Chi, and he chopped down fiercely from top to bottom.

Bang—

Lin Zongwu's huge body sank, his left hand bracing up and his right arm pressing down, his hands wielding like a Tai Chi circle, and the surrounding ground cracked in the dust.

"...knowing that you have surpassed me..."

Speaking in this great exertion seemed to bring some obstruction to Lin Zongwu's voice. Chen Fan let out a violent roar, and the extremely yang and extremely rigid hammer technique in his hand smashed down in a series of blows. Lin Zongwu retreated, each step smashing into the stone slabs like a stake.

Chen Fan had been born with divine power since he was a child. This was perhaps the first time in many years that Lin Zongwu had shown a disadvantage in a contest of strength. His footsteps retreated three steps with a rumble, his upper body's fist frame was smashed open, and Chen Fan's punch slammed with all his strength. The Dragon Form under his feet cooperated with the heavy punch in his hand, and ripples appeared on Lin Zongwu's kasaya, suddenly caving inward.

The moment the fist hit, Lin Zongwu's joyful face in the dust revealed his sinister white teeth. His right fist, like a giant cannon soaring into the sky, blasted onto Chen Fan's body at the same moment.

Boom—

Chen Fan flew out, his body crashing through the wall behind him, rolled on the ground, then borrowed strength from his hands and knelt up halfway, before spitting out another mouthful of blood and standing up.

The huge body in the dust swayed for a while, seeming to retreat as well. He slowly stretched out his arms and walked towards this side.

A slow and heavy voice, passing through the dust.

"...will surely be as delighted as this old monk."

In the dust, Lin Zongwu's face was already stained with blood, and between the two rows of teeth revealed by the hideous smile, the blood was crimson red.

Chen Fan smiled.

"If Si Kongnan knew beneath the earth, he would know that you have made no progress in all these years and would be as angry as I am."

"Haha...hahahaha..."

Lin Zongwu seemed to be stunned by this rhyming response, and then laughed loudly again. At this time, outside the smoke-filled shop, the fighting on the battlefield had already begun fiercely again. Lin Zongwu touched the blood on the corner of his mouth, appearing delighted.

"Yes." he said, "These years have been spent chasing fame and profit, and nothing has been gained in the great affairs of the world. It is no wonder that you juniors say such things. But Chen Fan, as for martial arts..."

The huge demon god pushed aside the broken earthen wall, passed through the shaking smoke and dust, and his bloody gaze fixed on the general who was in his prime, slowly approaching.

"As for martial arts... even if Zhou Tong were resurrected today, and Fang Qifo and Liu Dabiao were here, this old monk would not be weaker than anyone."

The fighting outside was fierce. He stopped two arms' lengths in front of Chen Fan and stated the facts. Lin Zongwu was huge, even half a head taller than Chen Fan, who was sturdy and strong. The two faced each other in the dust. A little calm.

Chen Fan also looked at him.

"Monk, Chen Fan has practiced martial arts all his life and has never cared about martial arts, do you know why?" He smiled, "The people you mentioned are remembered not for whether their martial arts are the best in the world, but for what they have done in their lives. Chen Fan has always acted in this life, taking revenge when he takes revenge, and fighting when he fights. He has never not done things because his martial arts are the best in the world. Monk, if all you have in this life is the best martial arts in the world, what is the difference between that and being the best at eating shit?"

Lin Zongwu's gaze froze slightly.

Amidst the towering confrontation between the two figures, Chen Fan opened his arms.

"Come on...the best in the world."

Time was silent for a moment.

"......Okay."

******

The boiling fighting roared in the center of the city, sweeping through everything near the old Martial Arts Office.

Looking forward from the roof of the street on the south side, the Black Flag that had rushed forward had long been submerged in this chaos. Explosions rose and blood bloomed. Occasionally, when the masters fought on the roof, they would set off an astonishing scene of rushing, and many figures would suddenly spurt blood and roll down during the rush.

Holding up his binoculars, Zuo Xiuquan watched this astonishing scene from the roof. When the Jurchens wreaked havoc, he had once turned with the army and seen the vast battle formations and the collapse of tens of thousands of people, but he had never seen such a fierce and high-spirited scene of fighting in the city. Not only the Hua Xia Army squad that was killing forward, but also the will shown by the Four Kings of the Equity Party and the masters under the command of the Great Brightness Sect surprised him.

Seeing the signal sent by the members of the Beiwei Army on the side of his vision, knowing that Yin Ping and others had successfully assassinated "Mountain-Opening General" Luo Yan, the old man put down a matter of concern before he spoke to the woman next to him.

"Everyone says that the Equity Party is a rabble, and that the greenwoodsmen are even more useless in battle formations. I didn't expect that they would be able to explode with such courage today. Seventh Girl, now that all the Hua Xia Army squads have been submerged by the enemy and are in a dangerous situation, will this... go wrong?"

The girl with scars on her face but still able to see her delicate features put down her binoculars and thought.

"Mr. Zuo, in the later period of the Great Southwest War, it was a complete mess. The various teams of the Hua Xia Army, you know, how long did they have to fight the enemy every time?"

"Huh?"

"Hundreds of people stay on the mountain, surrounded by thousands of enemy troops, fighting for half a day to a day. That's called a dangerous situation." Little Seven said with a faint smile, raising her binoculars. "Today, it's just a group of greenwood masters who think they have more people. They won't give up until they bully the weak. To put it bluntly, they surrounded us because they didn't realize how many people had died around them, so they felt that the advantage was on their side and they were full of enthusiasm. The original plan was not for us to be responsible for the attack, but according to the original plan, the enemy will collapse on its own if we are nailed to the battlefield for half an incense stick, or at most an incense stick."

Her words were calm, and the detailed statement sounded more like a sentence. Zuo Xiuquan saw the style of the Hua Xia Army women on the battlefield for the first time, and he was stunned at this time, but then he remembered that Zuo Wenhuai and others who followed him to Fujian also had this feeling. Even though they looked weak on the surface, they were actually calm, meticulous, cold, and calm to the point of being almost ruthless.

If you tear off Mr. Ning of the Southwest's smiling face when receiving guests, the face below will probably be like this?

"But what about the matter of Sect Leader Lin?"

Zuo Xiuquan raised his binoculars and looked for a moment, then sighed: "You were hiding it before, and I was still kept in the dark. I didn't expect that Commander Chen would come in person. But even if Commander Chen is heroic, a general should not stand on a dangerous wall. What is his identity? He is the hero who killed Yin Shuke. Why should he fight with such a reckless man? Moreover, this Lin Zongwu has been famous for being the best in martial arts for many years. He is good at brute force. Do you really have the confidence to let Commander Chen take him down? What's the point?"

The old man's words were solemn, and he was quite nervous about the arrangement of the Hua Xia Army. He had studied literature all his life and had spent a lot of time with Zuo Duanyou. Occasionally, he would learn about who was good at martial arts and sigh a few words, "Is this not a human?", but he regarded it as a pastime like watching a play. Just like Qin Siwon's contempt for Lin Zongwu and his neglect of Zhou Tong, Lin Zongwu had practiced martial arts all his life and was known as the best in the world. Even if it was true, in their eyes, he was not even as good as Chen Fan's little finger. Why should he come down?

When he said this, Little Seven twitched the corner of her mouth slightly and was a little embarrassed.

"...Commander Chen suddenly came here to do something. We also tried to dissuade him. Uncle Qian Ba couldn't dissuade him. What could we do? Brother-in-law didn't come..."

"I didn't expect He Wen to tell the truth about this..."

"He Wen doesn't speak a word of truth. He's not the same as he was back then."

Speaking of He Wen, Little Seven shook her head. Back in the Southwest, He Wen was a Confucian hero with both literary and martial talents. He was eloquent and had high martial arts skills. His suave demeanor was extremely attractive. If not, he would not have won Lin Jingmei's favor. Including Ning Yi's retention later, he also appreciated his talent and temperament. However, this time when he came to Jiangning, He Wen's style on the outside was indeed very different. He spoke nonsense and joked, which did not give a very good impression.

The old man also shook his head.

"Falsehood becomes truth when it is treated as truth... The Equity Party started an uprising, gathering all kinds of reckless and fierce people. If he doesn't act like this, everyone will be afraid of him." He showed some approval for Equity King's current way of doing things.

While the two were talking, they saw the fighting between the two grandmasters in the distance of their vision killing from the room to the nearby courtyard. Along the way, the walls collapsed and the grass and trees were broken. A large tree collapsed under the impact of the two, rolling up a sky full of fallen leaves in the midday sun in late autumn.

The old man held his breath for a while and sighed: "I didn't expect Commander Chen's martial arts to be so high that he can actually compete with Sect Leader Lin on an equal footing."

He didn't actually understand what it meant to be on an equal footing. In short, the two were fighting back and forth, which obviously meant that they should be evenly matched.

Little Seven was also watching this result and said: "Commander Chen inherited the mantle of the Yongle Fang family, which is originally two branches of the Manichaeism with Sect Leader Lin's side. Back then, Sect Leader Lin forced Fang Qifo and Fang Baihua to death, and Commander Chen killed his senior sister Si Kongnan. If there is no participation of the Hua Xia Army, it will be a feud within the Manichaeism. According to brother-in-law, their martial arts are indeed among the best in the world. This kind of fight is not something you can see every day. Of course, today is different again. With our presence, I think after a while, Sect Leader Lin may be shot to death by a musket."

The fighting in the field of vision was chaotic and fierce. Most of the members of the Hua Xia Army were entangled by the surging enemies. Lin Zongwu and Chen Fan fought and moved quickly, and no one had found a chance to shoot Sect Leader Lin in the dark. The two rushed through the courtyard and fought into a nearby house. As laymen who could only watch the excitement, the two onlookers could not say anything more about it.

When Ning Yi was mentioned, Zuo Xiuquan said: "It is widely rumored that Mr. Ning's martial arts are high and he is also a grandmaster of a generation. I only thought it was a joke in the Southwest and didn't ask in detail. But now that I think about it, I heard that Mr. Ning and Commander Chen became good friends during the siege of Yongle in Hangzhou... Could it be that Mr. Ning really possesses unique skills?"

Little Seven nodded: "Brother-in-law and a few of the sisters-in-law in the family who know martial arts, Commander Chen may not be able to beat them in a one-on-one fight."

"Yes." Zuo Xiuquan nodded and understood, "Last year in the Southwest, during the World's No. 1 Martial Arts Tournament, I did hear Mr. Ning comment on the martial arts of a few people. Although I didn't understand it very well, when I think back on it, it was indeed the aura of a grandmaster. His status is respected and he can't come here. However, when he first met Prime Minister Qin, he was indeed famous in the Jianghu... In addition, that Madam Liu is also nominally the commander of the 27th Army in Miaojiang..."

He reasoned to this point and added more understanding to Mr. Ning of the Southwest. That's right, before the other party assassinated the emperor in the Golden Palace, he first pacified the Yongle disaster, helped Prime Minister Qin control the Secret Detective Department to suppress the greenwoodsmen, and also had the merit of exterminating Liangshan. All of this was originally a reflection of his status in the Jianghu. It's just that after assassinating the emperor, these small reputations among the greenwoodsmen were not suitable for publicity. As the strongest force controlling public opinion, that is why the statement about Mr. Ning's martial arts has been so vague over the years. Some people say it's true and some people say it's false, making it difficult to distinguish.

But if it weren't for this, how could he suppress Madam Liu, whose courage and strength were greater than Chen Fan's? As the Demon of the Heart, he would inevitably lose his male prestige.

As an old Confucian scholar, he chewed carefully on these things similar to the imperial secrets and found it endlessly enjoyable. However, it was not suitable to mention these things next to the little girl. Zuo Xiuquan nodded and recalled it in his heart. At this time, Little Seven thought intently and scratched her head, feeling a little wrong somewhere, but finally did not say more.

In the past, at home, although Sister-in-law Xigua always claimed to be the overlord of the family, brother-in-law and others treated her more like doting and giving in. If it came to martial arts, maybe... brother-in-law was really more powerful... right?

The two stopped talking here, each holding unspoken thoughts. Zuo Xiuquan took out the meticulous spirit of textual research to carefully analyze and felt that Ning Yi's past was very interesting. He prepared to return to Fujian and chat with the younger generations such as Zuo Wenhuai. Little Seven did not know much about what brother-in-law's martial arts were like, but outside, she definitely had to support the situation and always say that he was the best in the world. She identified with this on the one hand, and on the other hand waited for the moment when the enemy's morale on the battlefield would decline.

Once the morale of the enemy side collapsed, the snipers on the battlefield would be able to free up their time to nail down Lin Zongwu, who was fighting Chen Fan. At that time, as long as there was a slight chance, this so-called best in the world would turn into a pile of rotten meat.

At this time, another change came.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa—"

Lin Zongwu's roar resounded in the sky above the battlefield. Different from his initial roar of grandeur and the ferocity and boldness of the later fighting, this cry now seemed to condense endless grief, and this grief also contained bloody killing intent.

The battlefield was extremely chaotic. Looking over here with binoculars, some places could be seen, and more places were hidden outside the field of vision. The two people on the roof were slightly stunned.

"What happened..."

......

Time turned back slightly for a moment.

Lin Zongwu's heart was clear, and after a perfect "Amitabha," he launched a frontal fight with Chen Fan.

The warriors on the battlefield were greatly encouraged, and Peng Tiangang, the palm knife master of Abi and Yuantu, directed his subordinates to launch the largest-scale charge, trying to cooperate with Lin Zongwu to destroy the mere dozens of Hua Xia Army soldiers in front of him before the Badao forces charged over from the east.

Wang Nanda also received his senior brother's belief. After a slogan of "Maitreya is born, illuminating all the light," the masters of the Great Brightness Sect who belonged to him and had been promoted over the years launched the most violent attack.

Just as Little Seven and Zuo Xiuquan had discussed in the distance, no matter how these greenwoodsmen were criticized as a rabble, in the initial period of having a large number of people, people always had to make a round of brave attempts.

Lin Zongwu and Chen Fan's battle rushed out of the shop, across the courtyard, and into the nearby residence. Chen Fan was born with divine power and was in his prime, but Lin Zongwu's fist force was like a wave after wave. Driven by his magnificent inner strength, even Chen Fan showed a slight decline.

On one side of the battlefield, Ning Ji, holding a musket, ran through the ruins in a sorry state. He was bleeding in many places. After Lin Zongwu rushed out, he tried to aim twice, but could not find a chance. On the other hand, Wang Nanda, holding a broadsword, was chasing him incessantly from behind, and several times almost forced him into a desperate situation.

As the once-famous "Mad Tiger," Wang Nanda's martial arts once approached the first tier in the Jianghu in his prime. In the great battle to hunt down Fang Qifo, he and Chen Fan, who was in his early twenties, at the peak of his physical strength but lacking in experience, were able to compete on an equal footing in boxing skills, and could even vaguely suppress the other party.

However, the disaster in Wozhou City facing Lin Chong almost cost him his life.

Facing the fatal shot stabbed by the master named Lin Chong, Lin Zongwu blocked it in front and saved his life, but the stabbed spear also crippled one of his hands. Since then, even if he practiced diligently, his martial arts could at most touch the edge of the second tier. From then on, he changed his strategy and supported the empty shell of the Southern Great Brightness Sect for his disheartened senior brother. Because he became humble, he also received the respect of many greenwoodsmen. Until Xu Zhaonan's rise at this moment, he was considered to have found a future for the Great Brightness Sect.

But at this moment, the all-out fighting could not catch a little brat from the Hua Xia Army. The fact that his martial arts had declined still made him feel a burst of frustration.

In any case, once a fight broke out with the Hua Xia Army, it was necessary to entangle or kill these snipers holding muskets at the first time. This was still the conclusion he had drawn after investigating under the drive of long-term crisis. So he chased and slashed all the way, and in any case, he did not intend to let the Hua Xia Army's gunman find a chance to aim at his senior brother's side.

In the autumn sunshine, Ning Ji was in a sorry state. Dust and blood bloomed on his ragged clothes. On the other side, even though the Mad Tiger had tried his best to tie up his long hair, it was difficult to cover the black and white interspersed colors of his hair. He roared and roared in the chase, and his tail sound was already slightly hoarse. After a serious injury, his body had already been declining.

The steel knife in his hand could still smash wood and stone. Ordinary people would still be easily split in front of his burly body and angry face, but for Ning Ji, who had been on the battlefield for a long time, this kind of pursuit could no longer make him feel too much urgency between life and death.

But of course, the pursuit of a master would still make him feel annoyed. His skills were not high enough to easily kill the other party and then deal with Lin Zongwu...

Little Monk Ping An was also turning around on the chaotic battlefield.

He ran back all the way. The fighting had reached a fever pitch. Neither the Great Brightness Sect, the Hua Xia Army, nor the soldiers of Abi and Yuantu regarded him as a companion. Therefore, he carefully avoided the battle circles everywhere and approached his master and "elder brother" with difficulty.

The fight between his master and the great master of the Hua Xia Army had already begun. He had thought about mediating in the middle, asking his master to give up this fight, but he didn't know where to start. Even the battlefield where the two grandmasters were fighting was difficult for him to rush into.

Avoiding and sneaking all the way, he would occasionally chop down the Equity Party members who were alone and encountered him. He approached the direction he had come from with difficulty, preparing to find "elder brother" and let him say a few good words to the Hua Xia Army as a mediator. Then he would try to see how to make his master see him.

At one moment, he climbed onto the nearby roof.

Not far from his vision, "elder brother" was carrying a long musket and rolling down in a pile of ruins. When he stood up, he stepped on a wooden stick under his feet. His body swayed and slid forward. Behind him, a burly giant swung his steel knife and chopped down.

Ping An opened his mouth.

In his vision, the musket carried by "elder brother" on his shoulder was sliding across the giant's face.

Bang—

The giant's body, which was lunging forward, suddenly shook. His head tilted back, pulling the entire body to stay in the air for a breath, and red and white objects exploded in the sky behind him.

The "Mad Tiger" Wang Nanda disappeared from this world from this moment on.

Never to appear again.

......

Ning Ji shoveled up the dust on the ground with his musket. He rolled twice on the ground covered with various stones, stood up, and the master who was chasing him fell behind him and rolled twice, his skull having been blown open by a bullet.

A chance to breathe came.

He ran forward and began to load the musket. At this time, not far from his vision, someone was watching him.

He looked over and it was his younger brother Wukong. The other party lowered his body and ran towards this side.

Ning Ji felt happy in his heart and did not think much. He had not finished loading the bullet and pointed in the direction of Lin Zongwu in front: "You came at the right time, we..."

The distance closed.

"Waaa—"

The little monk shouted out, with ferocity in his voice mixed with sobs.

Ning Ji suddenly turned his head.

The blade light came head-on.

Blood blossoms bloomed—