253: Chapter 250 Arhat's Divine Strike

This person had just practiced boxing, and he was one of the three people Li Changsheng and Zhang Zhao were focusing on at the time.

Aside from Master Huo Yude with his Wudang swordsmanship, this person's martial arts were actually quite formidable.

However, this person was not the most powerful one; like Master Huo Yude, he had reached the full extent of Visible Power but had not yet reached the stage of Dark Power.

What was more interesting was that both of their martial arts styles showed traces of Xingyi, Taiji, and Bagua.

But this couldn't be helped; the three major Internal Martial Arts actually had many similarities, and most subsequent minor martial arts styles were extensions of the concepts from these three major ones.

If one looked closely, the origins of Southern Fist could mostly be attributed to two sources: the three major families of Xingyi and the Shaolin System.

There were also some that originated from other martial arts, but they were few.

"Hmm? The branch quest for the Southern Fist Great Master hasn't been triggered yet?"

Li Changsheng was stunned.

"The System didn't give a prompt; could it be because the difficulty of this Tai Xu Fist is higher than the others? But that is indeed true; having fused the three major families, even if it is just a minor part, the foundation is incredibly profound, far beyond what styles like Turtle-Ox Fist or Duck Fist can compare to. The Tai Xu Fist I just saw might only be the surface!"

Simply put, this Tai Xu Fist... has a very pure flavor!

In fact, the depth of Tai Xu Fist was indeed far beyond what Turtle-Ox Fist and Duck Fist could compare to; Turtle-Ox Fist could only be considered a minor branch of a minor martial arts style, and Duck Fist could only be considered a small branch of imitative boxing.

By comparison, Tai Xu Fist had a much more profound foundation.

It was claimed to possess the Four Poles in its palms, contain Baji Quan in its hands, and could fight through the June contest.

Its postures were divided into the Five Elements and Bagua, combining thirteen forms; its body acted as five bows, and the forms were divided into Bagua, with eight forms per hexagram, totaling sixty-four forms, containing internal elements of Bagua, Xingyi, and so on.

There were also twenty-three forms of staff techniques, a set of Bagua Health-preserving Qigong, as well as a sequence of saber techniques and a set of whip techniques.

If it hadn't originated from Taiji, it probably wouldn't even be called a minor martial arts style.

Seeing that the Southern Fist Great Master stage quest had not been triggered, Li Changsheng was not in a hurry.

"I am really liking this place more and more; there are too many martial arts styles here. I should be able to max out the Southern Fist Great Master quest, and maybe I can even trigger other martial arts series quests. Plus, there might even be hope for the weapons branch!"

Thinking of this, Li Changsheng became somewhat excited; this was simply a treasure trove!

"Brother Chen, do you know what that brother is called?"

Li Changsheng pointed to the person he was most interested in, which was the strongest person besides Chen Youcai and Master Huo Yude.

"Oh, you mean Brother Wan, Wan Qianhe. This guy is extraordinary. We are all here to make big money, but he is purely bored out of his mind and came here to fight."

Chen Youcai shook his head helplessly and said.

"Came here specifically to fight?" Li Changsheng was stunned; was there really someone with that mindset?

"Indeed. This Brother Wan does not have a simple lineage. Do you know Liu Baichuan? That is his Ancestral Master! And he is also a ruthless person; it is said that in his youth, he often sought people out for sparring and injured quite a few."

"Later, his family couldn't stand it anymore, so they sent him to Shaolin. It just so happened that his Ancestral Master also came from Shaolin, so there was some connection, and they wanted the warrior monks to discipline him well. And guess what happened?"

Chen Youcai was the type of person who needed a straight man to banter with, so Li Changsheng helplessly had to play along: "What happened?"

"Well, he spent eight years, a full eight years, just learning all the various Shaolin leg techniques, and then he would spar. He kicked his way through eighty-one unique Shaolin leg techniques—oh, wait, actually he only kicked through half of them. It is said that some of them had no one practicing them back then, otherwise he definitely would have kicked through them all. Sigh, never mind, there are too many ruthless things about this guy."

Chen Youcai waved his hand and sighed softly.

"Brother Chen, are you sure you are from the South?" Li Changsheng could no longer be bothered to ask about Wan Qianhe's exploits; it was just that Brother Chen was switching between Cantonese and a Tianjin accent, making it very difficult for him to understand.

"Sigh! Why do you say that? Never mind, there was a girl at the hair salon next to my house who had that Tianjin accent all day long. Listening to it, I got a bit influenced. The Northern accent is like a fungal nail infection—one infects two!"

Chen Youcai looked depressed.

Case closed!

Li Changsheng looked at the other man's bald head and understood why this brother, who practiced Internal Martial Arts, could be so impatient and bald.

Just how many times a day does he wash his hair? Brother, are you going to get your hair washed or are you learning dialects in bed?

"Alright, Brother Chen, don't rush, speak slowly, just don't mix up the two languages."

"Sigh, where was I? Oh, right, that Brother Wan is a ruthless person; after he came out of Shaolin, he didn't cause few troubles. See his leg technique? It can be said that he has trained the internal and external eight legs of the Arhat Divine Strike to the depths of his bone marrow, and if you look closely, this Arhat Divine Strike still has many variations."

"This leg technique looks like the internal and external eight legs from the Arhat Divine Strike. But it also integrates the Mandarin Duck Chain Legs, and the Shaolin Death-Defying Legs, Poke-Foot Fanzi, Spring Leg, Bounce Leg, Hidden Leg, Intercept Leg, Chain Leg, and the Nine-Jujube Palace-Suppressing Eighteen Legs. Overall, Brother Wan is the walking Northern Leg, so everyone respectfully calls him Brother Leg!"

Chen Youcai said this while giving a thumbs up, even that could not express his admiration.

Li Changsheng was completely bewildered; damn, there are so many Northern Leg styles?

When looking at the martial arts compendium before, he had mostly only seen the more famous ones, such as Spring Leg and Poke-Foot Fanzi. He didn't expect there to be so many, though Li Changsheng suspected there were even more, as Shaolin alone encompassed quite a few Northern Leg styles.

He looked at Zhang Zhao on the side, wanting to hear his opinion, but upon looking, he found that the other man had a solemn expression, his eyes fixed firmly on the direction of Wan Qianhe, or Brother Leg.

"Brother Zhang, what is the matter?"

Hearing this, Zhang Zhao took a deep breath and said in a dry voice: "This person is at the stage of Dark Power; if I fight him, I will surely die within ten moves!"

"Whoa, this brother has a big mouth, actually saying he can hold out for ten moves under Brother Leg's legs?"

Before Li Changsheng could speak, Chen Youcai, who was on the side, couldn't help but speak up. Judging by his tone, it was clear that he held Wan Qianhe in very high regard.

Glancing at Chen Youcai, Li Changsheng knew that this person likely hadn't realized that Zhang Zhao was a Dark Power expert, so it was normal for him to have such thoughts.

His gaze could not help but look toward Wan Qianhe, who was constantly side-kicking at the air not far away, and he said indifferently: "Ten moves? I think you would be defeated in five! If he were younger, you would have been poked to death by one kick in a single move."

The Wan Qianhe in the distance was not young, looking to be at least forty years old. At this age, he should have passed the Peak of his Qi and blood, but this person's legs and feet were still as fierce as the wind.

Seeing this person, a poem immediately came to mind: Moves as urgent as lightning and fast as the wind, flipping over with fire and wind in a turning kick, retreating and kicking backward to reveal a wondrous skill.

"Brother Li, your eye for martial arts is so sharp?"

Hearing this, Zhang Zhao was not annoyed at all; instead, he smiled bitterly and said: "Sigh, this Iron Sand Palm of mine has quite an advantage when dealing with the three major Internal Martial Arts, combined with the Swastika Hand I learned and the Taiji method of exerting power. But this Brother Wan... he practices both the Small Arhat and the Arhat Divine Strike, and has even mastered many famous Northern Leg styles. This is truly impossible to fight; he counters me too much. He is worthy of being from the lineage of Liu Baichuan, one of the ten Great Masters of the Republic of China."