58: Chapter 57 Provocation

"How long has it been since Xinliang got married?"

"Yeah, such a fine young man, just gone like that."

"Sigh, if you ask me, we shouldn't be learning these martial arts in the village. Look at this, all this fighting and killing, a man so young is gone, leaving behind a widow and orphan."

Hearing the gossip from the village elders, Li Changsheng's expression changed abruptly, and he hurriedly craned his neck to peer into the crowd.

When he saw the situation in the courtyard clearly, Li Changsheng's pupils constricted sharply.

At this moment, a familiar person was already lying on the bluestone floor of the courtyard—it was unmistakably Mo Xinliang, whom he had met just the day before yesterday.

But now, he lay on his back on the ground, his legs twisted and folded in a grotesque manner. There was a depression near his throat close to his chest and abdomen, blood was spilling from the corners of his mouth, his eyes were wide open, and he was no longer breathing.

Seeing this scene, Li Changsheng felt his brain roar; his Qi, already somewhat chaotic from his injuries, now faintly surged straight to the top of his head.

It was him! It had to be him!

Suddenly, Li Changsheng thought of the mysterious person he had encountered earlier. It couldn't be wrong; it definitely had to be that person!

At the same time, he quickly associated this with the video clips he had seen at the Nanshan Police Station a month ago.

"It's him. What exactly does he want to do? Is he no longer satisfied with just being in Shenzhen?"

A burst of anger rose in Li Changsheng's heart, but upon realizing the situation, it was followed by deep lingering fear.

He had just been a step away from death himself. If he hadn't decisively retreated, in that state, he would only have become increasingly passive until he ended up with the same fate as Mo Xinliang.

Li Changsheng was not clear about Mo Xinliang's strength, but he could be certain that it would be very difficult for him to defeat the other party.

Such a master of leg techniques had actually been beaten to death silently just like that.

This was a case of the prepared calculating against the unprepared; it was the same for the older generation of Martial Artists in the past.

Some Martial Artist who set up fighting rings were often outsiders; locals rarely set up rings with life-and-death contracts locally.

Because you never knew if an outsider had already thoroughly studied your fighting style. If someone else was already prepared, signing a life-and-death contract was just asking for death.

One does not exclude some Grandmaster-level figures. As for Huo Yuanjia, the number one in Tianjin, the scenes in movies where he set up life-and-death contracts locally and killed many challengers were actually fabricated.

In fact, Huo Yuanjia didn't fight many life-and-death matches at all. As for challenging foreign strongmen, that was because they had heard of Huo Yuanjia's reputation and were scared off.

In reality, if anyone really dared to set up a ring and sign life-and-death contracts in the same place, even a Grandmaster would struggle to hold out.

After all, if you set it up here every day and fight every day, some interested parties will study it every day. And if they use a style you have never seen before, once you fight, your disadvantage will be infinitely large, and the probability of winning is low.

Li Changsheng did not find it strange that the mysterious person could kill Mo Xinliang. The fact that the other party dared to kill a master of leg techniques proved that they had studied the Mo Family Fist.

At this time, more and more people were gathering, and gradually, Elder Zhang also arrived upon hearing the news.

"I heard that kid Mo Xinliang is dead?"

"Yes." Li Changsheng nodded.

"Then why are you still standing outside? Let's go in and see the situation." Zhang Youdao waved his hand and directly led Li Changsheng to push through the crowd of old men and women.

There is a saying that only old people can deal with old people.

Very quickly, the two of them arrived in the courtyard. Apart from the sorrowful-looking Mo Old Master standing to the side, there was also a woman in her twenties or thirties holding an infant and weeping while covering her face.

"Brother Zhang, you've come."

Mo Old Master glanced at Zhang Youdao and Li Changsheng, then sighed lightly.

"Old Mo, please accept my condolences."

Zhang Youdao also sighed. He had been extremely shocked when this incident first occurred.

The people most affected by this incident were undoubtedly Mo Old Master and this mother and child.

The Mo Family Fist successor, whom Mo Old Master had spent so much effort cultivating, had just died like this, and the only husband and father of that mother and child had also died.

"Have you called the police? Did you see clearly who did it?"

"The police have been called. I was resting in the room at the time. When I heard a commotion outside and came out, he had already passed away."

Mo Old Master shook his head helplessly. He looked at Zhang Youdao and sighed, "Brother Zhang, you understand the martial arts of various School better than I do. Can you tell what kind of martial arts killed Xinliang?"

As people who practice martial arts, they both had the basic discernment. Mo Old Master understood upon looking at the body that this was definitely not caused by a blunt object, but death in a life-and-death struggle, beaten to death alive.

"Nephew Xinliang's injuries were caused by sudden, violent, and forceful strikes in a very short period of time.

He was struck a total of about five times. The first time was a kick to his ankle joint, the second was to his knee joint, the third time directly crippled his right leg, and the fourth time his left leg was crippled.

The fifth time was a low-to-high kick that struck the Shuitu and Qishe acupoints on the front of his neck. The force was abrupt, rigid, fierce, and overbearing. Nephew Xinliang was killed by this single blow!"

Zhang Youdao crouched down to examine the body while speaking in a deep, frowning voice.

Mo Old Master did not doubt Zhang Youdao's analysis at all. He knew that Zhang Youdao possessed theories of Traditional Chinese Medicine and insights into the Dao of martial arts, which allowed him to analyze and understand the human body very thoroughly.

Mo Old Master pondered for a moment and asked: "Then, Brother Zhang, in your opinion, since a master of leg techniques killed Xinliang, what leg technique is this?"

"Gathering force in the foot, sudden rapid strikes, quick extension and contraction, springing like a bullet—only Spring Leg would have this kind of sudden explosive power in the legs.

This person demonstrated the 'spring', 'press', and 'kick' of Spring Leg one by one, seemingly wanting to perfectly display the characteristics of Spring Leg. He is doing this to..."

Zhang Youdao did not continue his next words, but Mo Old Master already finished the sentence.

"He is provoking? Provoking my Mo Family Fist!"

As he spoke, Mo Old Master's face became extremely gloomy. One knows their own affairs best; he certainly understood that the prototype of the Mo Family Fist's leg techniques was the Spring Leg.

Wasn't the perpetrator basically saying that your Mo Family Fist leg techniques are not as good as Spring Leg, and that you have only learned the superficial aspects?

"Sigh, I didn't expect there to still be people like this. In the past, there were some martial arts fanatics, but I didn't expect that in this day and age, there are still people who engage in such disputes of pride."

Zhang Youdao was experienced and knew very well that the other party was doing this merely to show off. In the past, this was a common fault among Martial Artists.

Often, after achieving success in their studies, they always wanted to use people as practice targets, commonly known as 'human punching bags'.

"Um... perhaps I know who did it." At this moment, Li Changsheng, who had been silent for a long time, finally spoke up.

Facing the burning gazes of the two old men and Mo Xinliang's wife, Li Changsheng told them everything about meeting the mysterious person earlier, and also mentioned what he had learned in Shenzhen a month ago.

"So, you're saying that this person has actually committed multiple cases long ago? Killing successors of Choy Li Fut and Mo Family Fist in succession?" Zhang Youdao frowned upon hearing this.

"But if this person is a martial arts fanatic, why, after having already killed one Mo Family Fist successor, would he kill another?"

This point didn't make sense to Zhang Youdao. After all, since they determined the other party was a martial arts fanatic, the other party would inevitably have to challenge strong opponents from various different School. Challenging the same School twice in a row was a bit strange.

"I probably know why." Mo Old Master sighed. He rubbed his somewhat throbbing temples and said,

"If I remember correctly, the one in Shenzhen was Mo Haidong. He was just a young man in the village before, and only occasionally learned a few moves of the Mo Family Fist. Strictly speaking, he is not a Mo Family Fist successor.

And that Choy Li Fut one, if I remember correctly, should be the previous successor of Choy Li Fut, Liang Xu. He is specifically targeting direct descendants to kill!"

Mo Old Master shook his head and closed his eyes in pain.

As one of the few remaining heads of the five great famous fist styles in Guangdong Province, Mo Old Master naturally understood the situation of the other families.