Chapter 35

Mouth spouting tough words, Lin Sha did not dare to be the slightest bit lax in his heart!

He had heard the name Yan Zhendong before. Recently, he had become a well-known figure in the Foshan underworld, challenging several famous martial arts schools and reaching a very high level of Iron Shirt technique. He was definitely a formidable external martial arts expert!

No matter how you looked at it, Baozhi Lin was a special presence in the Foshan underworld. Although recently, whether it was his cheap master Huang Feihong or his fellow disciples, they had been preoccupied with the militia, the rumors and latest developments in the Foshan underworld still flowed into his ears through various channels.

Walking slowly to the small square in front of the main hall, his heart was calm, without anger or annoyance, but instead, a familiar yet strange burning fighting spirit rose up!

How long had it been since he felt this surge of blood?

Five years? Or six?

When he first stepped onto the black market ring in his previous life, he had this burning fighting spirit. Unfortunately, after three or four bloody matches, this surge of blood gradually faded, replaced by a normal job with the goal of pursuing money.

Reborn into the world of Huang Feihong's movies, two months had passed. During this time, except for the occasional sparring with his senior brothers, he had been busy, inexplicably busy.

He almost forgot that he was a martial artist, a martial artist who pursued great strength!

His original plan was to learn systematic internal martial arts training methods and techniques from his cheap master Huang Feihong, then work hard to reach the Dark Force level before the age of thirty, which would satisfy him!

Because he hadn't encountered any experts besides his senior brothers, his thinking had unconsciously fallen into a trap, thinking that the late Qing underworld was nothing special, a problem of limited perspective.

However, Yan Zhendong's sudden appearance reignited the fighting spirit that had been dormant in his heart for many years, surging like a flood.

His eyes were stern, and his blood boiled, recapturing a bit of the state he had when he was a peak Ming Force expert in his previous life.

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"Are you sent by the Shahe Gang?" Lin Sha suddenly spoke, probing.

"Hmph, Baozhi Lin is truly disappointing, full of smooth talkers!"

Yan Zhendong's eyes flickered, and he sneered.

Just now, he had kicked Huang Feihong's famous disciple away, and his heart, which had been on edge, was now at ease. He was more confident about his challenge, and he didn't take Lin Sha, an unknown figure, seriously.

Although he was a bit puzzled by the inexplicable change in Lin Sha's aura, a faint sense of familiarity, his confidence had swollen to such a degree that he didn't even bother to give Lin Sha a proper look.

"Whether you're just a smooth talker or not, we'll only know after a fight!"

Lin Sha was not bothered by being underestimated. He understood Yan Zhendong's sudden challenge and, with a few steps of the Qilin Step, rushed to Yan Zhendong, his right hand forming a claw and striking sharply at Yan Zhendong's shoulder.

"Since you're looking for death, I'll grant it to you!"

Yan Zhendong sneered, not dodging, letting Lin Sha's fingers grab his shoulder. His upper body and shoulder muscles swelled visibly, and his right leg, with a whistling sound, kicked Lin Sha's abdomen.

Damn Iron Shirt!

Lin Sha felt his right hand fingers hit something as hard as iron, numbing and almost losing sensation.

But at that moment, Yan Zhendong's kick was already coming!

Lin Sha was prepared, his right foot firmly planted, and his left knee suddenly bent forward, intercepting Yan Zhendong's kick at the last moment.

Bang!

A crisp, dull sound echoed, and Yan Zhendong's body swayed, forcing him to retreat to adjust his center of gravity.

Lin Sha didn't fare well either, the massive shock from his knee making him retreat several steps.

"Kid, I didn't expect you to have some skills!"

Yan Zhendong's eyes gleamed, and his expression became serious.

"Iron Shirt Yan Zhendong, you're not bad either!"

Lin Sha's eyes burned with fighting spirit, and he countered without backing down.

"Hmph, a kid whose mouth is sharper than his skills, take this!"

Yan Zhendong roared, his body turning into a whirlwind, instantly rushing to Lin Sha, using both fists and feet to unleash a series of explosive strikes, attacking Lin Sha with the broad and open style characteristic of Northern martial arts.

Tiger-Crane Double Form Fist! Subduing Tiger Gongzi Fist! Hongmen Five Form Fist!

Lin Sha showed no fear, roaring and unleashing all his skills. The ferocity and dominance of the Hongmen Five Form Fist, the sharp and swift Subduing Tiger Gongzi Fist, and the flexibility and ferocity of the Tiger-Crane Double Form Fist were fully displayed. Under Yan Zhendong's overwhelming pressure, he occasionally launched fierce counterattacks.

Bang, bang, bang...

The sounds of fists and feet colliding were like drumbeats, continuous. The two men fought, with strong winds and dust flying, bricks cracking, and clear footprints scattered everywhere. The whistling sounds of explosive strikes were continuous, deafening.

Yan Zhendong was truly unstoppable, relying on his Iron Shirt technique to abandon all defense, charging and striking with both fists and feet, launching a storm of fierce attacks on Lin Sha.

Lin Sha was in a dire situation. Each time he clashed with Yan Zhendong, his hands and feet would ache, and his chest would feel a surge of blood, his young face turning red.

He was already using his maximum strength, his Hongmen Fist techniques flowing smoothly and powerfully. He had even temporarily unleashed his initial Ming Force strength, or he would have been defeated long ago in the continuous clashes.

In the blink of an eye, they had exchanged over twenty moves, and Lin Sha was already at a complete disadvantage. Under Yan Zhendong's fierce attacks, he could only defend and had no chance to counterattack. The aftereffects of forcing his Ming Force strength were significant, and he was already panting and weak, barely able to continue.

"Roar, get out of my way!"

Seeing the situation was not good, Lin Sha decisively gathered his strength, his fists firing like cannonballs, the explosive sounds deafening. After a dozen punches, his fists were numb, but he managed to force Yan Zhendong back.

Damn, it looks like I have to use my ultimate move to continue this fight with Yan Zhendong, this iron board!

At this moment, his whole body ached, especially his hands and feet, which were bruised and swollen, his mouth bleeding, and his throat burning. His left cheek was swollen, and his bare chest bore clear purple bruises. His legs were limping, and standing was a struggle.

Ignoring his terrible condition, he began to bounce and shake his hands and feet, making strange movements. His joints crackled, making people uneasy.

"Kid, you're not bad. You've taken so many of my moves without losing. Surrender, or you'll definitely lose if we continue!" Yan Zhendong did not take the opportunity to attack but stood there, eyes narrowed, looking at Lin Sha with admiration.

"Hehe, I still have some fight left in me. Master Yan, don't be too confident!"

Wiping the blood from his mouth, Lin Sha made a standard boxing stance with his fists, one in front and one behind, at chest level. His footwork was light and steady, and a powerful aura of a peak Ming Force expert emanated from his body...