"Boyang, make your move."
Seeing Aunt Thirteen being lifted up by the White Lotus followers, Wong Fei-hung finally couldn't hold back any longer. With a light leap, he stepped directly onto a passerby's shoulder, lightly touching it with his toes and taking several steps, using the passerby's shoulder as a road.
Then, with a light leap, he landed directly in front of the White Lotus follower who was supporting Aunt Thirteen, and with three consecutive kicks, sent the follower carrying Aunt Thirteen flying, along with her from behind, before catching the falling Aunt Thirteen.
"Shadowless Kick"
Li Boyang's eyes lit up. He could see how skillfully Huang Feihong used his strength. With three kicks, the three people who were kicked, along with a group of followers behind them, all fell to the ground, but they did not die. If it were him, he could achieve the same effect, but the three people who were directly kicked would definitely die.
"Who goes there!"
"How dare you stop the exorcism of demons in front of the altar of the Eternal Mother Goddess?"
"State your name."
Huang Feihong looked at these charlatans with disdain and laughed, "I am Huang Feihong from Foshan."
"Huang Feihong?"
"Oh no, it's Wong Fei-hung."
Upon hearing the name Wong Fei-hung, the believers instantly felt a chill and retreated hastily, demonstrating the immense fame Wong Fei-hung enjoyed in the Guangzhou area.
Thirteen Aunt, who was being held by Wong Fei-hung, put her hands on her hips and let out a proud "Hmph." Her face was full of smug smiles as she watched Wong Fei-hung drive away the followers and members of the White Lotus Sect.
“Drink up, and so will I, Liang Kuan from Meixian.”
Leung Foon, who appeared out of nowhere, darted in front of Wong Fei-hung and struck a Hung Kuen stance, looking equally smug.
Seeing the followers' reactions, the leader knew they were afraid. He made a gesture behind his back with one hand, and the White Lotus Sect members drew their long knives and charged at Huang Feihong.
Seeing this, Li Boyang stomped his feet repeatedly, each step causing the cement ground to crack and produce a loud thud, giving the impression of an impending cataclysm.
This step, however, did not use the footwork stance method of the Hongmen, but rather the cannon fist power of Shaolin cannon fist, which emphasizes fierce power and powerful momentum.
After a year of in-depth and meticulous study of boxing techniques, Li Boyang is no longer confined to the framework of Hung Kuen. Instead, he has mastered various existing fighting styles and routines. He can handle Shaolin Kung Fu, Xingyi Kung Fu, and Bagua Kung Fu with ease and can naturally choose the appropriate response to different situations.
Practicing martial arts requires not only calming the mind and working diligently without letting up for a single day, but also thinking strategically during combat. In this situation, it is essential to intimidate the onlookers and ignorant believers, preventing them from making any rash moves. The Cannon Fist technique is undoubtedly the best choice.
The Shaolin boxing manual describes the Cannon Fist as follows: "The orthodox Shaolin martial art, the king of all fists, the Cannon Fist stance; every move and stance is like a collapsing sky, hands, feet, body, and steps swirling up sand and dust; the fist is like firing a cannon, the body is like a dragon, its speed and agility are feared by all demons."
The descriptions in the boxing manual reveal the terrifying power of the Cannon Fist after mastery, and sure enough, the onlookers and ignorant believers were immediately intimidated.
At this moment, Li Boyang was like a god descending to earth, exuding an aura that made heaven and earth give way before him. With cement debris flying everywhere and each step he took causing the earth to shake, the onlookers and believers were so frightened that they retreated and automatically made way for him.
“My master’s boxing style is not for internal use, and he never attacks his own people, but that doesn’t mean that I, as his disciple, am the same way.”
"This scum cult, built up by a bunch of scoundrels, should all die."
Seeing the White Lotus Sect leader's sudden change in expression, Li Boyang sneered inwardly.
"Run! This guy isn't human!"
"How could there be such a terrifying guy?"
Those onlookers with less courage scattered and fled.
The leader of the White Lotus Sect, seeing Li Boyang's imposing presence, exclaimed in alarm, "Who are you? State your name!"
Li Boyang sneered, “I am Li Boyang, Huang Feihong’s third disciple.”
"That's Li Boyang!"
The leader felt his liver and gallbladder shatter, and some of the cult members next to him even fainted from fright.
Others may not know, but in the eyes of the White Lotus Sect, the three words "Li Boyang" were a thousand times, ten thousand times more intimidating than "Huang Feihong".
Although Wong Fei-hung was highly skilled in martial arts, there was never any record of him killing anyone. Despite his great reputation and impressive martial arts skills, the underlings were not particularly afraid of him. If they couldn't win, they would simply run away. Wong Fei-hung would never go so far as to kill them all.
Li Boyang was different. In Guangzhou, at least two thousand White Lotus followers died directly or indirectly at his hands in the past year. The name Li Boyang was a taboo among the White Lotus followers.
As the saying goes, "Many people cast a shadow on a tree," and to the White Lotus Sect followers, Li Boyang was a god of death. The first thing the leaders said to the new members who joined the White Lotus Sect in the past three months was not the rules for joining the sect, but an instruction to avoid the local militias in Guangzhou and the armed men with muskets in Baozhilin. More importantly, if they saw Li Boyang, they were to immediately notify the nearby followers to evacuate.
So it's no wonder that the followers next to the leader fainted from fright upon hearing the name Li Boyang. Even Huang Feihong was startled, wondering when his disciple had become so terrifying that he could frighten someone into fainting.
Li Boyang didn't care about the feelings of the White Lotus Sect members. His muscles tensed, and in the blink of an eye, he pounced on the leader like a whirlwind sweeping away fallen leaves. A roar like that of a tiger came from Li Boyang's body, and his right hand's five fingers transformed into a tiger's claw, stabbing fiercely towards the leader's heart.
The White Lotus Sect leader only felt a tiger's roar enter his ears, and then a tiger's might pressed down on him. He suddenly lost the ability to move and watched helplessly as the tiger's claws pierced through his chest.
The Black Tiger's Heart-Piercing Technique is exactly like this: when a tiger hunts, it first uses its imposing presence to immobilize its target, and then easily pounces on its prey, just like Li Boyang's method of dealing with the minor leaders.
The tiger's claw pierced directly through the leader's heart, causing blood to spurt out.
"ah!"
The bloody scene startled Aunt Thirteen into screaming. The White Lotus Sect members turned pale with fright, threw down the long knives they were holding, and ran away with all their might, wishing they had more legs so they could run faster.
"Boyang, that's enough, stop chasing."
"They've all gone astray, so let it go."
Seeing that Li Boyang was about to make a move, Huang Feihong shouted to stop him.
"Alright, Master."
Seeing that Huang Feihong had spoken, Li Boyang casually picked up the strip of cloth that had been thrown on the ground, wiped his blood-stained right hand, and looked at the fleeing cult members with disdain. His main purpose was to intimidate them, and since he had already scared away these small fry, chasing after them would be a waste of time.
"Tell me clearly what exactly is going on with the White Lotus Sect."