Chapter 83

Unexpectedly obtaining an organization that could be considered special agents, Dong Ku was exceptionally excited. Regardless of their ultimate goals, as long as they were fighting against the Japanese, they could cooperate for now.

Everything was settled, and the subsequent conversation was very harmonious. Shui Linglong was a bit better; she had already fallen deeply in love and was only staring at Dong Ku, occasionally adding tea for the two of them. She didn’t say a word or pay attention to what Dong Ku was talking about. At this moment, her world only had Dong Ku.

How could Liu Baicheng not see this situation? He was a seasoned person and wouldn’t have subtly encouraged the two if he hadn’t noticed. He just didn’t want to break the ice. While chatting with Dong Ku, he secretly worried about Shui Linglong, fearing she would be the one-sided one and suffer another blow. He planned to wait until they had been in contact for some time and then bring up the matter to fulfill the young girl’s wish.

Listening to Dong Ku’s views on some wars and the usual methods of the imperialist powers, Liu Baicheng, though retired, had always been concerned about the country’s fate. He was deeply impressed by Dong Ku’s unique insights and knowledge, knowing that revealing the Dark Hall would not be a mistake and that it would truly serve its purpose, not just for gathering information.

When Aunt Liu lifted the curtain and turned off the gas lamp, the three realized it was already morning.

Dong Ku didn’t stay for breakfast. He took out his makeup items and quickly reapplied his makeup. After Shui Linglong went out to change her clothes and came back, he got up to say goodbye.

Back at his residence, he told Uncle Tie, who was left to oversee the construction site, about the arrangements for Shui Linglong’s room, and then went to see Hu Zi and Shan Zi, who had been worried all night.

Uncle Tie, who had seen many things, noticed that the beautiful woman Dong Ku brought back was a martial artist and still a virgin. He abandoned the idea that Dong Ku had a hobby of keeping canaries and arranged a room for Shui Linglong without further ado.

Dong Ku briefed Hu Zi and Shan Zi on the recent matters with Tie Luohan. They were to continue learning Japanese at the Japanese restaurant and call him when he arrived. He also gave Shan Zi a position and contact information for the outer hall of the Dark Hall so they could find him if needed.

After making the arrangements, Dong Ku and Shui Linglong hurriedly ate some breakfast and got into the car left by Liu Rujie, heading to one of the Dark Hall’s branches.

Looking at the gazes of the people in front of him, Dong Ku knew that in the martial world, strength spoke. To make them learn quickly, he needed to make them obey.

He took off his wooden shoes and stood in the underground hall paved with blue stones, looking at the dozens of people in front of him and said, “You can call me Instructor. You don’t need to know my name, and I don’t need to know yours. But from now on, just remember to obey orders. Understand?”

Most of them were older than Dong Ku and skilled martial artists, each with several lives on their hands. They weren’t exactly rebellious, but they wouldn’t easily obey orders from an outsider, especially one dressed in Japanese clothes.

Their gazes instantly turned cold. If it weren’t for Bai Xiaosheng, the leader, calling them to listen to this guy, they might have already turned against him.

A dozen or so old men in their fifties and sixties stood at a distance, watching with cold eyes. They didn’t think much of this inexperienced young man and wondered why their old friend had let a young kid teach their apprentices. They also wanted to see how Dong Ku would handle these apprentices who usually looked down on others.

Shui Linglong was also standing in the formation, worried about Dong Ku. Although she knew his skills were much higher than hers, there were many experts who had practiced for twenty or thirty years. However, she still believed Dong Ku would have a brilliant performance.

Feeling the dissatisfaction emanating from the crowd, Dong Ku took a step and said, “You are all martial artists. Today, I will teach you what combat and subduing the enemy mean.” Without waiting for a response, he pointed at people in the formation and said, “You, step out. You, you, step out.”

Following his instructions, six people silently stepped out and stood in front of the formation.

These six were experts in external and internal martial arts, as well as in the Iron Bell Cover and leg techniques, and were among the best in the inner hall.

Seeing the six people step out, the old men at a distance had a glint in their eyes. If they didn’t know this young man had only met Bai Xiaosheng the day before, they might have thought he was familiar with the background of everyone in the inner hall.

After the six stepped out, Dong Ku pointed at a man as tall as an iron tower and said, “I’ll give you ten punches to knock me down.”

“Ten punches?!”

The man, in his forties, with eyes like a leopard, looked at the slightly thinner Dong Ku with disdain and said, “I don’t need ten punches; one is enough!”

Everyone behind the man thought Dong Ku was too arrogant. This man, Li Kaishan, was incredibly strong, having started practicing Iron Sand Palm and Iron Shirt at twelve. Though not invulnerable, he had reached a high level of proficiency and could achieve greater mastery before fifty. His punch was rarely met head-on by the younger generation in the inner hall, as it was purely asking for trouble.

“Then come on.”

Dong Ku didn’t waste words, standing in a relaxed stance with his hands hanging down, and growled softly.

“You’d better be careful!” Li Kaishan took off his coat, revealing a black vest, his muscles bulging. He roared and took a step forward, his massive fist whistling through the air and aiming straight for Dong Ku’s chest.

Dong Ku’s eyes narrowed, and he took a half-step forward with his left foot, his right hand forming a tiger claw, and met the incoming fist with lightning speed.

Just as everyone thought Dong Ku’s wrist would break and he would fall miserably, there was a loud thud. Li Kaishan’s fist hit Dong Ku’s palm, and both bodies shook, maintaining their positions without moving.

What happened?

The people standing behind couldn’t see the result and leaned to the side to see around Li Kaishan’s broad back to check on the arrogant young man.

At this moment, Dong Ku pushed his palm forward, took a half-step back, and said, “Your strength is good, but your speed is too slow. Come again, you have nine more punches!”

“He actually caught Li’s punch?!”

“Did the Hall Master hold back?”

Li Kaishan’s face turned red, and he took a deep breath amidst the whispers behind him. He moved his body, took a deep breath, and shouted, “Take another punch!”

“I can take all nine!”

Dong Ku shouted back, his fighting spirit intense. He shifted his feet and met Li Kaishan’s lightning-fast punch with a hard punch, head-on!

Bang!

Both bodies shook, though neither took a step back. The redness on Li Kaishan’s dark face indicated that Dong Ku had the upper hand.

“Come again!”

Li Kaishan roared, his full strength surging to his arms, and he punched straight ahead without any stance.

“Good!”

Dong Ku roared, swinging his fist to meet Li Kaishan’s punch. The sound of flesh hitting flesh echoed as they met head-on.

Eight consecutive punches, neither taking a step back, they clashed hard. On Li Kaishan’s last punch, Dong Ku suddenly took a half-step forward, his right fist hitting Li Kaishan’s fist. As Li Kaishan’s body staggered back, Dong Ku’s left hand flashed, touched Li Kaishan’s throat, and then quickly retreated.

“Satisfying! Refreshing!”

Li Kaishan didn’t pursue, shouting loudly, then raised his left hand to his throat, paused, and bowed, saying, “Thank you!”

Dong Ku’s face remained unchanged, and he said without panting, “Your task isn’t complete. You didn’t knock me down in ten punches. Go stand in a horse stance until I tell you to stop.”

“Yes!”

Li Kaishan bowed and walked to the side, standing in a horse stance without hesitation.

“Hmm! Li is like a donkey, he kicks when you stroke him, but today...”

“He didn’t lose, at most it was a draw...”

Seeing Li Kaishan, who usually acted as if he was the second most important person after the sky, obediently stand in a horse stance, everyone admired Dong Ku but couldn’t understand why.

The few old men at a distance had sharp eyes and clearly saw the last move. Dong Ku’s hard punch forced Li Kaishan’s upper body to waver, and then his left hand touched Li Kaishan’s throat and quickly retreated.

They exchanged glances, knowing that if it were a life-or-death fight, Li Kaishan would already be a corpse.

The next five opponents were also given the chance to use their strongest attacks within a set number of moves. Some had their throats touched, others their vital points, but the result was the same. These five, like Li Kaishan, obediently went to the side to stand in a horse stance, waiting for further orders.

The people who weren’t chosen became increasingly restless, unable to understand the outcome. Only Shui Linglong’s face was flushed with excitement, hoping for Dong Ku’s victory even though the matter wasn’t yet resolved.

The few old men exchanged glances when the last person’s armpit was touched, and they turned and left, no longer watching. They knew this young man had the ability to command the apprentices and didn’t need them to oversee the scene.

The others, however, were confused. They didn’t understand why, after the fights, a simple “Your task isn’t complete, go stand in a horse stance,” made these skilled martial artists obediently stand in a horse stance, with five of the six even thanking Dong Ku.

They looked at each other and finally focused on a middle-aged man in his thirties in the formation.

Dong Ku noticed their gazes and looked at the man. He was thin, with a sharp face and a calm demeanor, showing no signs of martial arts, clearly an expert in internal martial arts.

It looks like there’s another fight...

He thought to himself, took a step back, and looked at the middle-aged man without speaking.

The man, seeing Dong Ku’s gaze, left his position and walked towards him with a fighting spirit. The people in front of him moved aside to let him pass.

The middle-aged man stood opposite Dong Ku, bowed, and said, “Du Fei. Please instruct me.”

Dong Ku didn’t waste time with formalities. He took a half-step back and nodded, saying, “Ten moves. Use your best move to knock me down.”

“You’d better be careful!”

Du Fei said softly, and his aura changed dramatically. A sharp energy spread, and he crouched slightly, then shot towards Dong Ku with lightning speed.

Dong Ku’s eyes narrowed as Du Fei moved, and he quickly stepped forward to meet him.

Both were extremely fast, colliding in an instant. The sound of their clash echoed, and they exchanged several moves in just a few seconds.

In the midst of the attack, Du Fei shouted, spun, and kicked at Dong Ku’s neck with his legs like scissors.

Dong Ku used a move called “Wild Horse Parting the Mane,” quickly touching Du Fei’s legs and then leaping back. They separated instantly.

Du Fei’s attack missed, and he rolled to the ground, paused, and bowed deeply, saying, “I’ve learned a lot, Du Fei is impressed!” He then walked to Li Kaishan’s side and turned to stand in a horse stance obediently.

Du Fei actually lost...

Everyone looked at Du Fei in disbelief. Du Fei was the best among the young generation in the Dark Hall, a top young expert, and he had lost so quietly?

Shui Linglong barely restrained herself from jumping up, but her excitement was evident, making her face flush.

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