HCB Chapter 21 Eighth-Level Grandmasters Come to Demand Justice
Chapter 21 Eighth-Level Grandmasters Come to Demand Justice
Jincheng.
Two middle-aged men dressed in traditional Chinese martial arts uniforms appeared on the streets of Jincheng, accompanied by a trendy young man.
The middle-aged man at the head of the group was none other than clan chief Wu Yu.
The man next to him was named Zhang Youcai. He was rather thin, but the knuckles of his hands were frighteningly large.
As the two walked down the bustling street, they exuded an aura that seemed out of place with their surroundings, as if they had traveled from a bygone era.
"Xiao Liu, haven't you found her yet?" Wu Yu asked, his voice steady and carrying the authority of someone who had long held a high position.
The young man, Wu Liu, nicknamed Xiao Liu, was fiddling with his phone with his head down, looking impatient.
"Dad, this navigation is terrible! There isn't even a proper road sign in this godforsaken place. We've been driving around for ages."
Wu Yu is the contemporary head of the Bajiquan school and a well-known figure in the entire Chinese martial arts circle.
But once they arrived in this bustling city, they were no different from being completely blind.
In the end, Wu Liu, relying on the map on her phone, led the two through a maze of turns to an old residential building.
"This should be it," Wu Liu said, pointing to a window on the third floor.
Ma Cong's home.
……
Inside the martial arts space.
Ma Cong sat cross-legged, his body's blood and qi flowing slowly like mercury.
After breaking through to the Dark Force realm, he did not relax at all, and was frantically consolidating his new realm by taking advantage of the ten-to-one time flow rate of the system space.
He could feel that hidden, unleashed power was creating a wondrous connection with every inch of his skin and every bone.
[Warning: A high-intensity martial arts energy source has been detected approaching.]
The system notification sounded without warning.
Ma Cong froze for a moment, and the next second, he was teleported back to the sofa in the real world.
He stood up, walked to the window, and looked down.
Three figures were standing downstairs.
Just looking at two of them from afar, he felt an immense pressure.
coming.
Ma Cong felt completely calm.
He had long anticipated that the people from the Bajiquan sect would come knocking on his door.
He neither hid nor fled.
This is a hurdle he must face.
Boom, boom, boom.
A knock came at the door.
It was neither hurried nor slow, with each note spaced precisely at the same interval, carrying a unique rhythm.
Ma Cong walked over and placed his hand on the doorknob.
He knew that what stood outside the door was trouble, but also the beginning of his efforts to seek justice for his master.
The door opened.
There were three people standing at the door.
Wu Yu, who was in the lead, and Zhang Youcai, who was beside him, had their internal energy and blood contained to the extreme. However, in Ma Cong's perception, who was also a master of internal martial arts, they were like two dormant volcanoes that could erupt at any moment.
People of the Bajiquan school.
Can't go wrong.
Huang Tianxiang's words flashed through Ma Cong's mind.
Stealing a sect's secret techniques can result in anything from losing one's martial arts skills to being expelled from the sect.
Arms worn out from hand training, legs worn out from leg training.
This is a matter of sectarianism.
"You're Ma Cong?" Wu Yu asked, his voice so loud it made everyone's eardrums buzz.
Ma Cong didn't answer, he just looked at him.
"Qingzhou, Bajiquan School, Wu Yu," Wu Yu introduced himself.
Zhang Youcai, who was standing next to him, chimed in, "Zhang Youcai."
Wu Yu!
Huang Tianxiang once said that the person Chen Hongfei severely injured back then was Wu Yu's grandfather!
Chen Hongfei was once a disciple of Wu Yu's grandfather.
The grudges and entanglements involved are complex and intertwined.
Ma Cong's body did not move, but a chilling killing intent began to spread from the deepest part of his heart.
He ignored the other party's purpose and paid no attention to the arrogant young man, directly asking for the name.
"Wu Yu...do you know Chen Hongfei?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Wu Yu's body visibly stiffened.
The name Chen Hongfei has been a taboo subject in the Bajiquan school for nearly fifty years.
It represents a dark past that the sect is unwilling to mention.
Before Wu Yu could even organize his thoughts, Wu Liu, standing behind him, spoke first, her tone full of contempt and disdain.
"Chen Hongfei? That traitor?"
Wu Liu grew up in a sect and only heard the "official version" from her elders.
"A traitor who betrays his master and ancestors."
"He is the greatest disgrace to our Bajiquan school! Why would you even mention him?"
Wu Liu's words were like poisoned steel needles, piercing Ma Cong's nerves.
Betraying one's teacher and ancestors?
A stray dog?
The old man who taught him martial arts, enlightened him, and ultimately died alone was described as so despicable by these people.
An uncontrollable rage erupted from Ma Cong's chest.
"Shut up!"
A loud shout.
Ma Cong moved.
With a single step, the floor beneath his feet thudded, and he shot straight at Wu Liu like a cannonball!
He's going to tear that mouth apart!
"presumptuous!"
Wu Yu's reaction was incredibly fast.
He roared angrily, and in a flash, he stood in front of Wu Liu.
Facing Ma Cong's thunderous punch, Wu Yu neither dodged nor avoided it, but instead met it with his own punch!
Head-on clash!
Two fists collided violently in the cramped living room space.
"Bang!!!"
A visible white shockwave suddenly appeared, centered on the two men's fists!
Click! Click-click—
The inferior tiles beneath their feet could not withstand the terrifying force and shattered instantly. Countless fragments mixed with dust shot out in all directions, creating a dense network of dents on the wall.
The entire room shook violently, and dust fell from the ceiling.
The sheer power of a duel between martial arts masters is evident.
......
Wu's entire arm was numb.
An overwhelming force surged into his meridians along the fist, piercing his very bones.
In his more than fifty years of life, he had never experienced such pure and powerful Ming Jin (a type of internal energy).
This kid's vital energy is as vast and powerful as a boundless ocean!
The pinnacle of Ming Jin!
A huge wave of emotions surged within Wu Yu.
A seventeen-year-old boy has actually cultivated Ming Jin to this level.
He himself only managed to reach this level when he was forty-eight years old.
Zhang Youcai and Wu Liu, who were standing nearby, were even more stunned.
Especially Wu Liu, whose so-called genius halo that he was so proud of was shattered in front of Ma Cong, leaving not even a trace.
"What is your relationship with Chen Hongfei?" Wu Yu withdrew his fist, his voice hoarse.
Ma Cong also stopped and stretched his wrists.
"He is my master."
These four words, neither too light nor too heavy, made Wu Yu and Zhang Youcai tense up.
"Whether my master's actions were right or wrong, I will take responsibility for them."
Ma Cong's tone was cold and devoid of any emotion.
"But I will not let any of those who injured him and caused him to die of depression go unpunished."
"Martial arts practitioners in China repay kindness with kindness and avenge wrongs with avenge wrongs; it is nothing more than this."