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“I joined the Martial Arts Research Association hoping to see more fighting masters and learn stronger martial arts techniques. I hope the seniors here will not hesitate to give me guidance.”

Facing a group of respected figures in the martial arts world, Fang Cheng's expression was calm as he raised his fists, adopting a fighting stance.

Although his words remained gentle and polite, his aura instantly changed, revealing a sharp edge.

This sharpness was like a blade being drawn from its sheath, causing those who faced it to feel goosebumps.

Without experiencing countless actual combat fights and life-and-death struggles, it would be impossible to imagine forming such an aura.

Fang Cheng himself was unaware of this.

The scene was silent, with everyone staring at him in a daze.

No one responded to the challenge.

There was a moment of awkward silence.

In the end, Fang Cheng's wish to spar with the martial arts seniors was not fulfilled.

After all, there was no reason for a young man to beat up old people.

With Wu Datong and Ma Donghe smoothing things over,

the five old comrades reluctantly agreed to show the ignorant young man their unique skills.

First to appear was Wu Dewang of the White Crane School.

He arranged beer bottles into a plum blossom pile, then leaped and steadily landed with one foot on the narrow bottle mouth.

First, he struck a pose of the White Crane spreading its wings, then his feet nimbly moved on the beer bottles, methodically performing a set of White Crane Fist.

Such amazing body balance made Fang Cheng's eyes light up.

This method of force exertion was similar to the penetrating force emphasized in boxing.

One hit a heavy sandbag, while the other hit a lighter, unsupported suspended brick.

The latter was obviously more skilled.

Considering their age, it was even more awe-inspiring.

They indeed possessed real skills.

However, Fang Cheng was still somewhat dissatisfied.

Technique is just technique, and ultimately fleeting in the face of absolute power.

“Old Dong, what are you doing?”

“Old Dong, don't be impulsive!”

While he was thinking, a burst of noise suddenly erupted.

He saw the old man who had spoken more aggressively earlier walking to the stone table in the center of the courtyard, taking a firm horse stance, seemingly preparing to demonstrate some unique skill.

The other old seniors were trying to dissuade him.

“Looking at this kid's expression, if we don't show him some real skills, he'll think everyone in our Martial Arts Research Association is all talk and no action!”

After Dong Yunchuan finished speaking, his face flushed red, and he stretched out his palms, holding the kettle on the table, as if he was exerting force.

Gradually, visible white smoke emerged from his palms.

Then, smoke began to rise from his shoulders and head, making him look like a steamer, creating a strange spectacle.

In less than a minute,

the kettle held in his hands gradually showed abnormalities.

The boiling water inside began to bubble again, causing the lid to jump up and down.

“This…”

Fang Cheng's pupils contracted slightly, somewhat incredulous.

He was actually able to witness the scene of internal energy being used in a martial arts movie in real life.

This could no longer be considered purely physical strength, perhaps involving another level…

“Brother Yunchuan, your skill seems to have increased again?”

Ma Jianguo spoke, also appearing somewhat surprised.

“Hehe, I have indeed gained some insights recently.”

Dong Yunchuan stood up and withdrew his power, panting for a moment, wiping the sweat from his forehead, his expression very proud.

Then he glanced sideways at Fang Cheng, who also had a look of surprise:

“Young man, let me tell you, the older ginger is spicier, young people shouldn't be too arrogant, you must know that there is always someone better.”

Ma Jianguo did not appear again, this skill was enough to shock any newcomer.

He then said:

“Little brother, we seniors have already demonstrated our skills, now is it your turn to show us something?”

Wu Datong walked over at this time and whispered in his ear:

“Senior Brother Ma thinks highly of you, the other old guys are quite arrogant, it's best to use your full strength and impress everyone at once.”

Use my full strength?

Fang Cheng nodded upon hearing this.

Thinking about his most direct and visible unique skill, it should be the 'Iron Fist' effect.

Since these are all martial arts masters, there's no need to continue hiding it and risk being looked down upon.

To be honest, Fang Cheng had long wanted to see the effect of his full-strength strike.

So he walked to a small ornamental rockery standing in the courtyard.

Then he raised his arms and stood firm.

Then he took a deep breath, his gaze focused, and prepared to punch.

In an instant, force rose from the soles of his feet, transmitted to the core of his waist and abdomen, then ran through his torso, linked by his shoulders, elbows, and wrists.

The muscles and joints throughout his body seemed to twist together in an instant.

Clap!

With a crisp sound like a firecracker exploding, Fang Cheng's right arm muscles suddenly bulged, expanding a circle.

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A simple and neat straight punch suddenly struck out.

Bang!

The fist of flesh and blood landed on the rockery, instantly causing gravel to fly, blinding people's eyes.

Everyone couldn't help but raise their hands to cover their faces.

When they opened their eyes again, they had a dumbfounded expression.

“Uh—”

They saw that the top of the limestone rockery was uneven, with half of it missing.

It was like… it had just been violently struck by a large sledgehammer.

At this moment, Fang Cheng retracted his fist and stood still, looking at the group of martial arts seniors, waiting for them to make a judgment.

Wu Datong's eyes flickered with a strange excitement, muttering:

“I wonder how the power of this punch compares to Senior Brother Dong's palm technique?”

Dong Yunchuan couldn't help but glare at Wu Datong upon hearing this, but he was speechless.

The others also came back to their senses one after another, and began to discuss.

“Young man, did you learn Qigong a long time ago?”

“Yes, without the internal energy amplified by Qigong, how could this punch have so much power?”

“What Qigong, I think he has innate divine power, he doesn't even know the basic breathing techniques.”

“Qigong?”

Hearing this word, Fang Cheng immediately became interested.

Scenes from his previous life flashed through his mind.

What telekinesis, what curing cancer with energy, what putting a pot on your head to receive cosmic information…

While he was fantasizing, Ma Jianguo coughed, interrupting the noisy discussion.

His eyes were bright and shining, staring at Fang Cheng, his tone serious:

“Fang Cheng, with your martial arts skills, you are fully qualified to become one of us.”

“I now, as the president, formally invite you to join the Martial Arts Research Association, are you willing?”

After Fang Cheng pondered for a moment, he replied:

“I am willing, but can I also learn the Qigong you mentioned?”

“Of course.”

After receiving Fang Cheng's affirmative answer, Ma Jianguo smiled and said kindly:

“The purpose of our founding the Research Association is to jointly explore the mysteries of martial arts and promote talented martial arts juniors…”

Next was the celebration of the new member joining.

A group of old seniors were immediately busy, killing chickens and scaling fish.

Preparing to cook a big meal by hand and have an authentic farmhouse feast.

Leaving only two idle people standing in place.

Ma Donghe, with his arm in a sling, strolled to Fang Cheng's side and said secretly:

“Don't be fooled by them, Qigong does exist, but its power is not as great as you think.”

“Old Dong's trick just now seemed bluffing, it's just a fancy show with no real use.”

“After he exerts his power, he needs to recuperate for at least two months, during which he can't fight again. Learning this stuff is a waste of time, and it may make you feel mentally weak…”

Hearing him say this, Fang Cheng asked with slight surprise:

“I have no money or power, what's the use of them fooling me?”

“You have someone!”

Ma Donghe smiled mysteriously.