Observing Wanfa from the martial arts school servants

Chapter 40 Transcendent Realm

"Master Hu, there's no need to be nervous. It's just a friendly sparring match between your disciples."

Ling Feng gestured with his chin toward his back, "Chen Kui, go."

Chen Kui took a step forward, and the aura of hidden strength spread out, causing the atmosphere in the courtyard to suddenly tense.

Chen Yuan, Zhou Yu, and the others looked grim. Several of their senior brothers clenched their fists, but none of them dared to move.

The museum owner stepped forward, shielding the crowd behind him, his expression darkening.

"Chief Ling, this is Changfeng Martial Arts School, not Yufeng Gang."

Ling Feng's lips twitched slightly, and he was about to speak when the sound of horses' hooves came from afar.

A carriage came from the direction of the inner city, decorated with flowers and ribbons, with curtains fluttering gently, and the women inside could be vaguely seen.

As the carriage passed in front of the martial arts school, the curtain was lifted, revealing Yu Mubai's face.

"What's going on?" he asked casually.

"Chief Coach Yu."

"There is a disciple of Changfeng Martial Arts School named Lin Mu, who may be related to the killing of members of the Yufeng Gang."

"How is it related?"

"After I absorbed the Jinsha Gang, I had a Ming Jin disciple named Scarface under my command."

"This man had a cousin named Lin San, who died in Xihe Town."

"Scarface came here seeking revenge and killed everyone who had a grudge against Lin Sanyou, except for Lin Mu."

"But Scarface died."

"This is one of them."

Upon hearing this, Yu Mubai lifted the curtain and stepped out. His moon-white robe was spotless, and the laughter of the several beautifully dressed concubines behind him gradually subsided.

Ling Feng paused for a moment, then said, "Lin Mu works part-time in the Palace Guard, under the supervision of Compiler Zhao. It is said that the two have a very close relationship."

"A few days ago, White Wolf, a member of my Wind Riding Gang, was killed while trying to break into the Chang Le Casino."

"After White Wolf was killed, I helped the head of the middle hall track down the murderer, and I also met a tragic end."

"The Zhao family seems to be short-handed right now, and it's highly likely they'll ask Lin Mu for help."

"This is the second point."

"That's just your guess and one-sided story," the curator retorted.

"It is said that the owl that killed the white wolf also killed the leader of the Wind Riding Gang."

"Lin Mu is only at the Ming Jin level; how can he be killed?"

"Oh? If what the curator says is true, then there must be someone else involved."

"Have you examined their bodies? Are there any traces of certain martial arts styles?" Yu Mubai asked.

"Yes, Scarface was suspected to have been killed by Whip Kick, White Wolf seemed to have been defeated by something like Wind Fist, and the Hall Master's meridians were severed, so it's hard to say."

"That's why I asked Chen Kui to help. He's a newly promoted master of internal energy in my Wind Control Gang."

"Then I have a suggestion."

"Let Chen Kui give it a try, but stop short of it."

With Yu Mubai mediating, the master of the hall seemed to have no reason to refuse, but to prevent Lin Mu from suffering a loss in silence, he specifically emphasized one point:

"Stop when you've made your point."

Only then did they step aside.

......

The inner courtyard of Changfeng Martial Arts School is paved with blue bricks, and the pillars stand solemnly.

Chen Kui stood in the courtyard, his right palm slightly raised, and hidden strength was already gathering in his palm.

Lin Mu's gaze sharpened slightly.

Under the watchful eyes of a group of experts, he dared not use the Wind-Controlling Spear to neutralize the hidden force, let alone use the force against him.

The only option is to hide.

So he took off with a swift step, his body moving like the wind, and glided sideways past the pillars.

Chen Kui's palm strike missed its mark, and the wind from his palm swept past, causing the lanterns hanging on the corridor pillars to sway.

Lin Mu suddenly broke into a whirlwind, his body leaping backward in an attempt to create distance.

Chen Kui kept moving, his steps steady and powerful, like a shadow following him. Each step landed on the cracks between the blue bricks, and the soles of his shoes made short, rustling sounds as they rubbed against the ground.

He caught up with Lin Mu and struck out with his palm.

Lin Mu had nowhere to dodge and blocked with his right arm.

With a muffled thud, the spiraling, hidden force entered the body.

His body swayed slightly, but he didn't make a sound. He kept moving and took two more steps back with the force of the impact. His back hit the weapon rack, and the swords and spears on the rack clattered a few times.

Chen Kui pressed his advantage and exchanged several more punches with Lin Mu. Seeing that Lin Mu was powerless to fight back and was constantly using the Long Wind Fist to defend himself, Chen Kui finally clasped his hands and withdrew his palms.

Ling Feng turned and walked away, his tone indifferent: "In that case, I've troubled you."

The tense nerves of everyone at Changfeng Martial Arts School relaxed slightly.

Chen Yuan said in a low voice, "Finally, they're gone."

The eldest brother hung the wine gourd back on his waist.

Master Hu stood on the steps with his hands behind his back, his gaze still fixed on Ling Feng's back, but his shoulders had relaxed slightly.

In that instant, Ling Feng moved.

He stomped his left foot on the ground, causing the blue bricks to shatter and debris to fly everywhere.

His figure moved like a ghost, his robes fluttering, so fast that only a dark blue afterimage remained.

The fist precedes the intention.

Before his thoughts even arose, his fists and palms had already arrived. His spirit and intention, intention and energy, energy and strength were already perfectly integrated, without any distinction between them.

The realm of transforming energy is where one refines the spirit and returns to emptiness, allowing the fist to be thrown at will, with the fist arriving as soon as the intention, and even the fist preceding the intention, leaving no trace.

Master Hu roared and lunged forward, his right palm grabbing at Ling Feng's back, but he only caught a blur.

Lin Mu stood in the courtyard when suddenly a dark blue figure appeared right in front of him.

He had no time to dodge; he had only taken half a step with his Wind Step when Ling Feng's right palm was already pressed against his chest.

This palm strike was silent and stealthy, without even a sound of air being cut.

But the moment his palm touched her skin, Lin Mu felt not pain, but an irresistible force, as if he were being crushed by an entire mountain, or as if an invisible giant hand was tearing him apart from his body.

"Bang!"

Lin Mu's body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing into the weapon rack.

The iron frame was twisted and deformed, and knives and guns were scattered all over the ground with a clatter.

His body continued backward, crashing into a pillar. The pillar, made of blue bricks, cracked, and he landed on the ground, rolled twice, and lay motionless on the blue bricks.

The impact of the visible force sent him flying, while the destructive force of the hidden force exploded within his body, like an invisible fist repeatedly pounding into his chest cavity.

A crisp cracking sound came from his ribs, and he spat out a mouthful of blood onto the blue bricks, the blood mixed with dark red clots.

But what was most hurt was his spirit.

The feeling of being utterly powerless to resist left him without any courage, causing him to become listless.

He mustered his strength, activated his body-strengthening technique to its fullest extent, and used his qi and blood to simulate the trajectory of the wind-controlling spear, striving to neutralize the internal force.

Fortunately, at that moment, Master Hu's figure flashed, turning into a blur, and pounced on Ling Feng.

Ling Feng had no choice but to turn around.

The two palms pressed together, seemingly silently.

The air within a radius of several feet seemed to be sucked out for a moment, and then suddenly expanded outward, causing the lanterns under the eaves to sway.

Both men took a step back, resulting in a stalemate.

Lin Mu lay in a pool of blood, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, but he didn't blink.

A battle between two masters of the Transformation Realm is not something that can happen anytime, anywhere.

At that moment, the pamphlet flashed into my mind.

[Long Wind Fist can be refreshed]

The Wind-Riding Gun can be refreshed.

Refresh?

He was seriously injured at the time, and it was really not a good time for him to comprehend anything.

And the battle is still ongoing, so perhaps more can be replicated.

Seeing that the situation was hopeless, Ling Feng casually explained, "A martial artist can conceal their true strength. Only in life-or-death situations will they use their strongest and most life-saving moves."

"It's definitely not him."

After saying that, he led the Wind Riders and his gang, dusted himself off, and prepared to leave.

The disciples of Changfeng Martial Arts School were enraged.

They blocked the gate, drew their weapons from the rack, and surrounded the Wind Chaser Gang.

Chen Kui and the others also drew their weapons.

Tensions.