"Even the most skilled doctor can only treat one person. I, Mr. Sun, want to treat 400 million of my fellow countrymen in China. I'll give this medicine box to Master Huang."
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Chapter 32 The Iron Shirt as Solid as Refined Iron
The medical conference has been over for several days.
Huang Feihong and Aunt Thirteen did not stay in the square for long, and even Liang Kuan returned to Foshan with them.
Given the recent unsettling situation in the provincial capital, Huang Feihong sent Yan Zhendong to the capital to help.
Although the battle with Master Jiugong ended in a draw, Li Boyang felt he had gained a great deal.
Although the Nine Palaces Master did low-class things like pretending to be a god and bewitching the people, his skills were genuine and undeniable.
Especially the Yu Step, with its changing steps between the Seven Stars, Eight Trigrams, and Nine Palaces, coordinated with breathing, even if the two fought again, Li Boyang would have no confidence whatsoever in stopping the other.
"Only by competing with more opponents can we know our shortcomings and thus improve."
“Baozhilin has become a shackle for me. After dealing with those gentry, I will hand over Baozhilin to Toothbrush Su.”
Sun Lutang, the Martial Saint.
Sharpshooter Li Shuwen.
Iron-Legged Buddha Shang Yunxiang.
Du Xinwu, a great swordsman from both the North and South.
This is the most glorious moment in modern Chinese martial arts, and many of the most famous masters in history lived during this era.
I've been here for so long, and I still haven't explored all of China's beautiful landscapes.
In an instant, he made a decision: once Baozhilin was on the right track, Li Boyang decided to leave Baozhilin and join the martial arts world.
As soon as this thought arose, his mind became clear. Li Boyang took a deep step, bent his knees, slightly arched his back, and let his arms hang naturally. With each step, his breathing rose and fell in sync with his steps, giving the impression of a monkey in a primeval forest.
rub!
In a flash, it darted out and changed positions four or five times in the training ground, like a monkey hanging from a tree branch in the forest. With a swing of its arm, it jumped to another big tree, its agility dazzling the eyes.
"Sir, you have truly grasped the essence of the 'Ape Leap' technique in the White Ape Tongbei Fist. Your leaps and bounds are fluid and graceful, just like a real ape playing in the forest."
Li Boyang wasn't the only one in the training ground. The one who spoke was Yan Zhendong, who had been transferred back to Guangzhou from Foshan. Seeing Li Boyang suddenly dart out and change positions several times in the training ground in an instant, a glint of light flashed in his eyes, and he praised him.
"Old Yan, let's see how it goes."
After his battle with Master Jiugong, Li Boyang pondered how to deal with an opponent whose movements were unpredictable and whose speed was astonishing.
After recalling the boxing forms he knew, he finally found the ape leaping technique in the White Ape Tongbei Fist. The Yu Step is a secret technique, and the steps must be coordinated with breathing techniques. It is difficult to get a glimpse of the basics without proper instruction, just like the secret Tai Chi of Wudang.
The White Ape Tongbei Fist is widely known, and many martial artists know how to practice its stances. By adopting the ape-leaping stance and breathing techniques of the White Ape Tongbei Fist, and experiencing the feeling of a monkey moving back and forth in the forest, one can naturally master it.
"Alright, since you're interested, sir, then I, Old Yan, will have a go at it with you."
In a few leaps, Li Boyang suddenly changed his footwork, and the light and agile monkey-like spirit instantly transformed into the ferocity of a cheetah pouncing on its prey, turning a cheetah-like pounce into a straight line.
In the blink of an eye, the leaping motion changed from an ape-like leap to a leopard-like pounce, directly targeting Yan Zhendong's center. With a quick split of his hands, he was about to seize Yan Zhendong's shoulders, a move reminiscent of the "Wild Horse Parts Its Mane" technique in Tai Chi.
Before Li Boyang could get close, Yan Zhendong's entire body was covered in bulging veins, making him look as if he were wrapped in a fishing net.
Even before he made a move, his starting stance alone gave the impression that his entire body was as hard as diamond and his imposing and powerful aura was overwhelming. This was the Iron Shirt technique that made Yan Zhendong famous.
Seeing that Li Boyang was about to grab his shoulders, he shook his body and turned around to grab the other's arms in return.
Li Boyang suddenly brought his separated hands together, unleashing the Tai Chi Single Whip technique. He flicked one hand to the right, whipping it directly at the opponent's palm.
"Bang!"
Yan Zhendong's small grappling technique collided with the Tai Chi single whip. The two hands, which had been completely silent, suddenly exploded in the air the moment they made contact. The entire training ground shook, and a burst of air created waves that rippled outwards from the ground, creating an astonishingly powerful impact.
Tai Chi is extremely powerful, and Iron Shirt is no less so. Li Boyang felt as if his hand was not whipping a person's body, but rather whipping a steel plate at least ten meters thick.
Yan Zhendong's Iron Shirt technique has clearly reached the highest level. His entire body is as hard as refined iron. At this level, Iron Shirt can be said to be impervious to swords and spears, and can withstand bullets head-on.
However, its defensive capabilities are still very strong. Even a large iron hammer or mallet can not necessarily cause any damage when blunt weapons hit its body.
Yan Zhendong was also shocked. Since he mastered Iron Shirt, he had few rivals. In Foshan, Huang Feihong could only gain a slight advantage when sparring with him due to his speed and agility. In a head-on confrontation, Huang Feihong would not have an advantage.
Although I knew that Mr. Li (the respectful title given to Li Boyang by the people of Po Chi Lam and the militia) was not weak in martial arts, I did not expect it to have reached this level.
A sudden, powerful strike landed on his own palm, the force of which felt like a train crashing into him. Its unstoppable momentum was terrifying. Fortunately, his Iron Shirt technique had reached a high level of mastery, and combined with the unparalleled strength of the Divine Turtle Shell technique, he was able to withstand it.
While the two were sparring in the training ground, a man dressed in official robes arrived at the gate of Baozhilin. The robes were decorated with peacocks with outstretched wings, clearly indicating that he was a first-class figure in a third-rank martial arts school.
The man, who had a long sword at his waist and held it with one hand, looked nine-tenths like Donnie Yen. He was none other than Nalan Yuanshu, the governor of Guangzhou.
“Guangzhou Admiral Nalan Yuanshu has come to visit Mr. Li at his invitation. Please take me to see Mr. Li.”
When the militia soldiers guarding the gate saw that the official had come at the invitation, they quickly led the way and led Nalan Yuanshu to the training ground.
In the training ground, Li Boyang was not disappointed that his whip strike failed to repel Yan Zhendong. Yan Zhendong was also a master of internal energy transformation and was famous for his Iron Shirt technique. This was a normal phenomenon.
After a whip strike, he used cat-like steps to entangle his opponent, switching from a single whip to a hammer. With each movement, he exuded an aura of fearlessness, as if the world were his enemy, and then unleashed a backhand hammer.
Yan Zhendong fought him head-on, just as he wanted. The unyielding spirit of the world combined with the unyielding Tai Chi hammer was no match for a direct confrontation.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!