52: Chapter 51 Fists moved with the force of a tiger, kicks with the might of a dragon.

"You brat, I only take my eyes off you for a moment and you're already stirring up trouble!"

Zhang Youdao's familiar voice immediately followed.

Li Changsheng looked in the direction of the voice and saw Zhang Youdao approaching slowly with two people. One was old, the other young. The old man looked to be in his seventies or eighties, his hands covered in thick calluses. He wore a thin, black Tang suit, but his eyes were sharp and piercing, and the soles of his old black cloth shoes were worn very thin.

The other man wore a loose white martial arts uniform that couldn't hide the muscle definition underneath. His physique was very balanced, neither fat nor thin. He also had hands full of calluses, slightly protruding temples, and sharp facial features. He seemed reserved and looked to be about thirty years old.

"Xiao Ming, why haven't you broken that bad habit of yours of using your feet at the drop of a hat?"

The old man in the Tang suit over there had already started scolding him. Li Changsheng noticed that the old man from earlier was unable to lift his head under the scolding, seemingly very afraid of this old man in the Tang suit.

"Brat, why haven't you greeted Senior Mo De yet? This is the current successor of the Mo Family Fist, Mo De!"

Hearing Zhang Youdao's explanation, Li Changsheng quickly cupped his hands and bowed to the old man in the Tang suit.

"Junior Li Changsheng greets Senior Mo De."

"Sigh, it's a different era now; we don't really do this anymore."

Mo De smiled and waved his hand, but still returned the salute with cupped hands. The older generation might say that, but their bodies were honest.

They believed in this, especially here in Guangdong Province, where they were very particular about the Legacy of their martial schools and the old rules. It wasn't regression, but a form of Legacy. It was just that many places had forgotten it now, which made this Legacy, which clearly represented the etiquette culture of the Xia Kingdom, seem like a thing of the past.

"You must be Little Li. I heard you want to spar with Mo Xinliang?"

As he spoke, Senior Mo De cast a glance at the silent man beside him.

"Uh, that is indeed the case."

Li Changsheng had to grit his teeth and admit it. There was no helping it; Elder Zhang had chosen it, and he had to accept it.

It was just that this guy looked very difficult to deal with.

From the moment the other party approached, Li Changsheng's gaze had fallen on him from time to time, and the other party was also sizing him up.

Li Changsheng noticed that the other man's pants and clothes were very loose, but whenever a breeze blew, one could see the bulging and slender contours of the leg muscles beneath the pants.

He wasn't sure if the other party had reached the level of Visible Power, but he had definitely practiced the Mo Family Fist to an extremely profound level; otherwise, he wouldn't be representing the Mo Family Fist in battle.

Because of this, Li Changsheng redefined his view of Elder Zhang within the Martial Forest circle of Guangdong Province.

If he had gone to issue the challenge letter himself, the Mo Family Fist wouldn't have paid him any mind at all. Without a doubt, Zhang Youdao had played a significant role in this.

"Not bad, not bad! Truly worthy of being the young man valued by Brother Zhang. I saw it just now; to be at the level of Visible Power at such a young age is incredible. You've put us old fogies to shame."

Elder Mo De chuckled and patted Li Changsheng on the shoulder, his words filled with praise.

Li Changsheng just smiled and nodded. He wasn't getting arrogant. Martial artists, after all, valued Face highly, and their tempers were also big. They would often smile on the surface, then schedule a fight, and spar until both sides had saved Face.

Wasn't it precisely because the older generation of martial artists were too hot-blooded that they almost wiped themselves out?

With life-or-death contracts at every turn, who could handle that?

This was also why the older generation of martial artists loved taking on Disciples, and insisted on grooming a successor—preferably one of their own, trained from a young age.

That way, when they got old, their chief Disciple could go out and handle those who came to challenge their school or take revenge for their elders.

Therefore, Li Changsheng vaguely heard some subtext in Elder Mo De's words.

It was as if he was saying: "Hmm, you're not bad, kid. You beat my Xiao Ming—you've got guts. You just wait!"

The two parties chatted on the bridge for a while, and Li Changsheng realized that the challenge wasn't starting immediately.

It would be in three days. As for the next two days, Li Changsheng and his companion were free to wander around the village.

"Brother Zhang, you've been here more than once or twice, so I won't go out of my way to entertain you. Your room is in the same old place. Come to my house tonight; I've prepared wine and food."

After chatting for a while, Mo De seemed to have other business. He chuckled, waved his hand, and left with Mo Ming and Mo Xinliang.

Watching the three of them gradually move away, Li Changsheng was still slightly dazed, his mind still replaying the details of the fight just now.

"What are you thinking about?"

Zhang Youdao nudged Li Changsheng with his elbow, then gestured towards Mo Xinliang and smiled: "Well? Did you see anything just now?"

"See anything? Do you mean Mo Xinliang? I feel like he's very strong," Li Changsheng said with a solemn expression.

"That's it?" Zhang Youdao was stunned.

"That's it."

Li Changsheng nodded honestly. He hadn't fought him yet, so how would he know?

Seeing this, Zhang Youdao smacked Li Changsheng on the back of the head, making him wince in pain.

"You brat, since you want to engage in real combat, you have to watch in all directions and listen to everything. This guy has a habit—didn't you see it?"

After being scolded by the Elder, Li Changsheng carefully recalled and couldn't help but nod. After a moment of contemplation, he said, "Hmm, he does indeed have that habit. He always likes to tap his feet from time to time, as if the ground is very hot."

"Hot feet? If you really think his feet are hot, he thinks you're an idiot. You can't even tell that the other party is constantly practicing their footwork."

Zhang Youdao's refreshingly unconventional remark left Li Changsheng feeling a bit depressed.

However, upon careful reflection, it was true; the other man tapped his feet with a rhythm, and it really did look like he was constantly practicing some kind of footwork.

"Let me tell you, the Mo Family Fist is not easy to deal with. Actually, none of the Five Great Famous Fists are easy to deal with. The specialty of the Mo Family Fist is that the fist techniques support the leg techniques, and the core of the leg techniques requires the coordination of footwork. Look at his footwork; this is the Mo Family footwork ingrained into his bones. He's just constantly reinforcing this impression."

Zhang Youdao spoke with great earnestness, and Li Changsheng listened carefully, as this involved the challenge in three days.

Especially since this kind of contest between Traditional Martial Arts was more helpful to his own martial path than the fixed routines of Chinese Kickboxing or Boxing.

After a pause, Zhang Youdao continued: "Remember, the Mo Family Fist has a song formula: Fists like a tiger's power, kicks like a dragon's might. Body agile, steps vibrant, long and short power, all complete. Their leg techniques include the Chicken-Prop Foot, Tiger-Tail Foot, Heart-Piercing Foot, Nail Foot, and Passing-Gate Chain Kicks. Just by hearing the names, you should know that these leg techniques are not the soft, flimsy kind. Don't think that just because you almost knocked over a sixty-something-year-old man today, the Mo Family Fist is nothing special."

Li Changsheng knew this was the Elder warning him.

Thinking back to the battle with Mo Ming today, it was true; that first kick was not inferior to his own Crushing Power, but as it went on, the other party's Qi grew increasingly weak.

This was also the tragedy of martial artists; as the saying goes, 'fists fear the young and strong.' By the age of forty or fifty, one must strike with a single burst of energy; otherwise, the first effort is vigorous, the second declines, and the third is exhausted. It wasn't that they were too eager to attack, but that their Qi couldn't sustain them for that long.

He remembered the movie Ip Man 2, where Master Hung Chun-nam fought that foreigner and simply lacked the Qi.

"Elder, I understand."

Li Changsheng nodded solemnly.