Chapter 120: The Power of a Fully Trained Iron Shirt

Chapter 120: The Power of a Fully Trained Iron Shirt

Upon meeting, the gang leader immediately took action.

It wasn't a reckless move! He was well-informed about the renowned martial artists in the city.

Zhao Zheng, being an unfamiliar face, was obviously not among them.

Moreover, Zhao Zheng looked incredibly young, barely twenty years old.

Even if he started training from a young age, such a young man couldn't possibly be a skilled martial artist.

Most importantly, as the gang leader, he had to make a move when the enemy came knocking.

Since this battle was inevitable, it was better to take the initiative and catch the opponent off guard.

These thoughts flashed through the gang leader's mind in the blink of an eye.

So, upon meeting, he took the initiative and struck first.

"Huff!"

A sound tore through the air.

The gang leader's figure descended like a fierce tiger, swiftly closing in on Zhao Zheng. He then formed a claw with his hand and executed the Black Tiger Claw to the Heart technique, aiming directly at Zhao Zheng's heart!

From his technique, it seemed he practiced the Tiger-Style Fist!

Facing the gang leader's fierce attack, Zhao Zheng slightly shifted, evading the critical area of his heart.

Thus, the gang leader's tiger claw struck Zhao Zheng's chest instead.

"Thud!"

A dull thump reverberated.

The chair beneath Zhao Zheng shattered instantly, and he was knocked back, falling to the ground.

It must be said that the gang leader's move was powerful, and the damage it caused was astonishing.

Several of the gang leader's followers cheered:

"Our leader is mighty!"

The scar-faced man, seeing Zhao Zheng being knocked away, stood up immediately, as if rejuvenated, and arrogantly said, "Leader, kill this brat!"

Only the gang leader himself had a solemn expression.

Just now, when he executed the Tiger Claw, it felt like he had struck not a human body but a solid iron plate.

Not only did he fail to injure the bald youth, but his Tiger Claw also went numb from the impact!

As expected.

Not long after, the youth stood up nonchalantly, showing no signs of injury except for a claw mark on his chest.

Seeing this, the followers instantly fell silent.

The scar-faced man also stopped abruptly, staring at Zhao Zheng with a mix of shock and uncertainty.

"Iron Shirt?"

The gang leader fixed his gaze on Zhao Zheng and said, "To have trained the Iron Shirt to your level is a rarity in all of Guangdong... What's your connection to Yan Zhen Dong?"

Yan Zhen Dong, whom he mentioned, was renowned for his Iron Shirt and was one of the top martial artists in the city.

If Zhao Zheng mentioned any connection, the gang leader would use it as an excuse to back down, claiming they were on the same side and that it was all a misunderstanding...

Unfortunately.

Zhao Zheng didn't play by the book.

With a grin, he revealed his white teeth, "Is this your last words before you die?"

He had just endured the gang leader's claw strike, primarily to test the defensive capabilities of his 'Supreme Mastery' level Iron Shirt.

The results were surprisingly good!

This gang leader was also a Bright Essence Master, capable of delivering a thousand-pound strike.

But when it landed on Zhao Zheng, he didn't feel even a hint of pain.

In hindsight, he shouldn't have dodged; even if the gang leader had struck his heart, it probably wouldn't have caused any harm.

...

Hearing Zhao Zheng's words filled with killing intent.

The gang leader didn't get angry; instead, he spoke, "Who are you, sir? What grudge do I have with you? Please, enlighten me!"

From these words, it was clear that the gang leader had already decided to back down.

Indeed, Zhao Zheng's Iron Shirt was terrifying! The gang leader acknowledged that he couldn't break through Zhao Zheng's defense, and if he continued fighting, he would surely die.

Zhao Zheng glanced at the gang leader and suddenly smiled, "I heard that after establishing the Sha He Gang, you not only occupied territories but also opened opium dens and brothels, committing all sorts of misdeeds and amassing a fortune."

Hearing this, the gang leader immediately replied, "Sir, have you come here for money? If you're in need, just name the amount. I'm a generous man!"

Zhao Zheng waved his hand with a smile, "No misunderstanding, I'm well-funded by a wealthy lady, so I don't lack money."

Gang Leader: "..."

Zhao Zheng continued, "You've done so many bad things, and your underlings have also oppressed me."

Upon hearing this, the gang leader vaguely understood the situation and immediately glared at the scar-faced man with intense hatred, wishing he could claw him to death.

"There must be some misunderstanding here..."

The gang leader tried to explain, but Zhao Zheng interrupted him, "You just struck me with your claw... I'll return the favor with a palm strike, and that shouldn't be too much, right?"

Hearing this.

The gang leader fell silent for a moment, then clenched his teeth and agreed, "Fine! I'll take your palm strike."

The gang leader's thoughts were simple.

Zhao Zheng, being so young and having trained the Iron Shirt to such a high level, was already a genius martial artist. It was unlikely that he possessed any formidable palm techniques!

Seeing the gang leader's agreement, Zhao Zheng stopped wasting time and slowly approached him.

Soon, he arrived before the gang leader, standing just a meter away.

Zhao Zheng raised his hand and struck out with a seemingly ordinary palm strike.

As he executed the strike, his palm appeared completely normal, devoid of any formidable aura.

However, just as the palm was about to reach the gang leader, Zhao Zheng's hand instantly turned crimson, and a terrifying sense of oppression emerged, causing fear.

In that instant, the gang leader sensed the danger.

Oh no!

The gang leader's face paled in shock.

He tried to dodge, but it was already too late.

At this life-and-death moment, the gang leader could no longer uphold his previous promise. He immediately raised his right fist and punched towards Zhao Zheng's palm.

This punch was not intended to counter Zhao Zheng's palm force but was a desperate attempt to sacrifice his own hand to gain a glimmer of hope for survival.

His legs tensed, clearly prepared to use the impact to quickly retreat.

Unfortunately, the gang leader had underestimated Zhao Zheng's palm power...

"Crack!"

When Zhao Zheng's palm struck the gang leader, a crisp shattering sound reverberated.

The gang leader's entire arm was broken, but Zhao Zheng's palm didn't stop there; it continued its momentum and struck the gang leader's chest, shattering all his ribs and sending him flying.

"Thud!"

The gang leader was flung far away, slamming into the wall and falling to the ground. He struggled for a few moments before becoming still.

His chest was severely caved in, and blood flowed from his mouth and nose, indicating a fatal injury.

Witnessing the devastating effect of his palm strike, Zhao Zheng nodded in satisfaction.

The Iron Sand Palm, once mastered, was indeed as formidable as its reputation suggested.

The gang leader of the Sha He Gang, a Bright Essence Master, couldn't even withstand a single palm strike.

At the same time, a notification appeared in Zhao Zheng's left eye:

Congratulations! You have defeated a Bright Essence Master, earning 116 Martial Arts Points and 58 temporary Spirit Energy Points.

...

"Fire! Fire!"

A terrified voice rang out.

Suddenly, the dock was ablaze.

Countless people rushed to the scene, ready to help put out the fire.

However, when they arrived at the burning site, they saw the Sha He Gang's headquarters engulfed in raging flames. They hesitated, unsure of what to do.

The Sha He Gang had committed countless misdeeds, earning the wrath of both heaven and the people. Seeing the gang's headquarters on fire, the onlookers felt a sense of schadenfreude, and no one was willing to lend a helping hand.

So, everyone stood by and watched as the fire grew more intense.

Moments later, a young man emerged from the inferno.

This youth exuded an inexplicable aura, causing the surrounding crowd to tremble in fear.

Without pausing, the youth ignored the onlookers and walked straight through the crowd, leaving the area.

Soon after, a team of soldiers arrived and managed to extinguish the fire.

When the soldiers asked the bystanders who had started the fire, everyone claimed they hadn't seen anything...

...

At this moment, Zhao Zheng had reached a clothing store and purchased a new outfit.

His previous set of clothes had been partially burned and was no longer wearable.

As he exited the store, he looked refreshed in his new attire.

He wore a Tang-style short robe on top and loose black pants below, a typical martial artist's outfit.

Glancing at his pocket watch, he noted the time: 4:00 pm.

It was still some time before nightfall, and Zhao Zheng headed towards his next destination.

Simultaneously, he opened his attribute panel:

Name: Zhao Shanhe (Zhao Zheng)



Age: 19

Martial Arts: Dragon Roar Iron Shirt (Supreme Mastery), Iron Sand Palm (Supreme Mastery), Cloud Chasing Steps (Proficient)



Current Realm: Bright Essence Peak

Current Martial Arts Points: 136

Available Spirit Energy Points: 335

...

At the Sha He Gang headquarters, Zhao Zheng earned a total of 136 Martial Arts Points.

In addition to the 116 points contributed by the gang leader, a regular martial artist also provided 20 points.

Ordinary gang members offered no Martial Arts Points.

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These settings are likely designed to prevent Extraordinary Beings from exploiting ordinary people to gain Martial Arts Points.

Apart from Martial Arts Points.

Zhao Zheng also acquired 68 temporary Spirit Energy Points.

Exactly half of the Martial Arts Points.

Each time a martial artist is defeated, temporary Spirit Energy Points are awarded in addition to Martial Arts Points.

Temporary Spirit Energy Points can be used just like regular Spirit Energy Points.

"Defeating a Bright Essence Master only earned 116 Martial Arts Points, that's a bit low!"

"It's best to focus on defeating those special martial artists!"

Defeating special martial artists yields significantly more points than regular ones.

Even if their martial arts level is the same, the points differ.

Regarding special martial artists.

The teacher's criteria for classification remain unknown.

After years of exploration, the authorities had compiled a list of special warriors.

On the list were Master Huang of Baozhitang, Master Yan of Yan Family Martial Arts Academy, and Master Huo of Tianmen...

To be honest, when Zhao Zheng first saw this list, he immediately understood what a special warrior was...

...

Moments later, Zhao Zheng arrived at the entrance of Yan Family Martial Arts Academy.

"Halt! This is Yan Family Martial Arts Academy. Who are you looking for?"

Two apprentices at the entrance blocked Zhao Zheng's path.

"I'm here to see Master Yan," Zhao Zheng said.

Hearing this, the apprentice on the left immediately replied, "Are you here to learn martial arts? You have to pay first before you can enter!"

"No!" Zhao Zheng said calmly. "I'm here to challenge your master."

"Hmm?"

The two apprentices were taken aback.

The apprentice on the right immediately shouted, "You dare!"

As the words fell, a fist flew towards Zhao Zheng's chest.

Zhao Zheng neither attacked nor dodged.

He took a step forward, allowing his body to collide with the opponent's fist.

"Dong!" The sound of the impact echoed.

The one who was knocked back was the martial arts apprentice.

Furthermore, under the force of the rebound, the apprentice's right hand had fractured, and he let out a series of painful cries.

Zhao Zheng, on the other hand, was unaffected and continued walking towards the martial arts academy's main gate.

The apprentice on the left, seeing this, realized that a master had arrived. Terrified, he immediately scrambled inside the academy.

From a distance, the sound of panic could be heard:

"Master, something's wrong! Someone is here to challenge you..."

...

As Zhao Zheng stepped into the academy, the atmosphere inside was tense.

However, Yan Family Martial Arts Academy didn't have many apprentices; there were only a few individuals.

Leading them was a middle-aged man in a black long robe, whom Zhao Zheng recognized as Yan Zhen Dong.

His guess was correct.

These special warriors were indeed individuals with a heavenly mandate.

"You little brat, you dare to challenge my academy? Are you looking for death?" Yan Zhen Dong's tone was far from friendly.

He was naturally ill-tempered.

He wouldn't greet a challenger with a smile.

"You're right!" Zhao Zheng didn't want to waste words, "Master Yan, please teach me."

"Teach you? Humph! If you dare to challenge me, you should prepare your coffin!"

Yan Zhen Dong glared at Zhao Zheng and said, "First, sign the death contract!"

Zhao Zheng had no objections.

Whether it was the information from Old Chu or his own investigations, they all indicated that Master Yan Zhen Dong was a Bright Essence master.

As long as Yan Zhen Dong hadn't reached the Bone Forging realm, Zhao Zheng had nothing to fear.

Both parties readily signed the death contract.

Then, in the courtyard, they took their stances.

Several disciples excitedly gathered around to watch.

"Come on, boy! Let me see what you're made of!"

Yan Zhen Dong beckoned Zhao Zheng with a crooked finger.

Seeing this, Zhao Zheng smiled and quickly made his move.

Since Yan Zhen Dong had said so, he certainly wouldn't hold back.

After all, Master Yan was known for his violent temper, which was why his martial arts academy only had a few disciples.

The other apprentices were either injured by him or driven away by his scolding.

Zhao Zheng took a step towards Yan Zhen Dong, and with each step, he covered a distance of two meters, moving like a ghostly figure.

Chasing Cloud Steps! This was the effect of a proficient level Chasing Cloud Steps. If it were the Supreme Mastery level, he could even shrink the distance to a foot!

In the blink of an eye, Zhao Zheng appeared before Yan Zhen Dong and struck out a palm.

Seeing the fiery Iron Sand Palm, Yan Zhen Dong, who had remained calm, finally had his expression change dramatically.

He dared not be negligent and quickly displayed the Eagle Claw Technique, grabbing Zhao Zheng's wrist and deflecting his palm.

Simultaneously, Yan Zhen Dong's left claw aimed for Zhao Zheng's shoulder, targeting the scapula bone.

If he were to hit his target, even a Bright Essence warrior's scapula bone would be snapped in an instant.

"Puh!"

Yan Zhen Dong's speed was incredibly fast.

Zhao Zheng's shoulder was struck, and his newly bought clothes instantly had three claw marks.

However, Yan Zhen Dong immediately retreated, his left hand feeling like it had been electrocuted.

"Dragon Roar Iron Shirt Technique?"

Yan Zhen Dong looked at Zhao Zheng with a mix of surprise and uncertainty.

He was confident in his Eagle Claw Technique and even more familiar with the Iron Shirt Technique.

After all, his signature skill was the Iron Shirt Technique!

But the Iron Shirt Technique that Zhao Zheng had just displayed was even more formidable than his own.

The Dragon Roar Iron Shirt Technique had a rebounding effect.

Yan Zhen Dong found it hard to believe.

This bald youth, with his astonishing Iron Sand Palm and Supreme Mastery level Dragon Roar Iron Shirt Technique, how was this possible?

How did he achieve this?

Yan Zhen Dong stared at Zhao Zheng, his expression turning extremely serious.

(End of Chapter)

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