Chapter 71: Kung Fu Reaches The Highest Level
“Why is it so quiet today?” Chen Wujun returned home, taking off his shoes while feeling the atmosphere was somewhat strange.
“Did Big Brother cause trouble again?” Chen Wujun glanced at his big brother Chen Wuhong, his eyes faintly carrying a fierce light.
“It has nothing to do with me, I don’t know anything.” Chen Wuhong shrugged his shoulders; he really didn’t know anything.
Chen Wujun’s mind turned; could it be that the news of the gambling battle had spread?
Calculating the time, it was about right…
He had just sat down when he saw Huang Meizhen hesitating to speak.
Chen Hanliang spoke up: “A Jun, be honest with me, do you have any relationship with He Tu?”
“You’ve heard about it too?” Chen Wujun showed no change on his face, excitedly discussing: “I heard He Tu and Li Dong are in a gambling battle involving over a hundred million in funds.”
“He Tu’s fighter is called Chen Wujun, same name as me!”
“Someday if there’s an opportunity, I’ll go take a look, see what kind of person it is who has the same name as me… involving over a hundred million in funds!”
Chen Wujun clicked his tongue in admiration.
Hearing it involved over a hundred million in funds, Chen Hanliang and Huang Meizhen immediately felt it was probably just a coincidence of same name.
They knew their own son.
Their own son had been practicing martial arts for less than a year; a bet involving over a hundred million in funds couldn’t possibly have anything to do with him.
“It’s not you?” Huang Meizhen’s expression immediately relaxed.
“Definitely not! Someone involved in a bet of over a hundred million must be very prestigious.” Chen Wujun’s eyes showed longing.
“Don’t think too much, just live your days steadily. Those delinquents, few have good endings!” Chen Hanliang’s expression also relaxed as he picked up his chopsticks.
“Eat.”
On the side, Chen Wuhong ate while stealthily glancing at Chen Wujun, his heart surging with shock.
He suspected the person they were talking about was his own younger brother.
His parents didn’t know, but he knew A Jun had a relationship with He Tu.
Back then, that dance hall was He Tu’s place, and A Jun clearly had some status there.
His own younger brother was involved with a gambling pool of over a hundred million?
He thought tomorrow he should find a way to go out and inquire.
After Chen Wujun finished eating, he left with a normal expression; for something like exposing himself just now, he felt no pressure at all in his heart.
He had resolved it very easily.
But he also knew that he couldn’t hide it for a moment but not forever.
Plus, an old jianghu like Bing Ye, in the end the whole family died out.
This gave him an idea: after making money, buy a unit and shop in the city center, let his parents leave the Walled City and live there.
And reduce his own contact with the family.
Once out of the house, Chen Wujun’s gaze shifted from calm to sharp, sharp like a knife, as he took out his telephone and called Ah Fei.
“Ah Fei, have you arranged people? I estimate he will show up tomorrow, don’t make it too obvious.”
Earlier, Chen Wuhong’s expressions had all fallen into his eyes.
He felt his big brother was getting restless again.
Putting the mobile phone in his pocket, he went to the He Tu Martial Arts School, the room where he always practiced punching; Sister Sha Jiu was sitting with her legs crossed, smiling as she talked with Cun Bao and A Hao.
“Sister Sha Jiu!”
“So spirited… looking good.” Sister Sha Jiu sized up Chen Wujun; what caught Sister Sha Jiu’s attention most was Chen Wujun’s eyes, frighteningly bright, with a sharp gaze as if hiding a knife inside.
This was a sign that his spirit, energy, and vitality were well accumulated, and his whole body faintly carried excitement, like a fierce tiger suppressing itself, ready to devour someone.
As expected, he had a big heart; the closer to this moment, the more excited he became.
And he had also made progress in eye training.
“Fight a match for me to see!”
“Good!” Chen Wujun raised his eyebrows, took off his upper clothes to reveal extremely robust muscles.
Clearly defined lines, like forged from iron.
When he turned, the bulging muscles on his back looked like a huge ferocious ghost face, with two meaty bulges at the shoulder blades like folded wings.
Chen Wujun put on half-finger gloves, tensed his body, and jumped onto the arena.
On the side, Cun Bao also took off his upper clothes and flipped onto the arena.
Chen Wujun assumed Azure Dragon Probing Claw, one hand virtually covering in front, the other shielding under his ribs.
As soon as Cun Bao assumed a modern combat stance, Chen Wujun stepped forward and advanced to attack, his advancing chop palm like wielding a large axe chopping toward Cun Bao’s face, fierce like a tiger, the wind whistling from this chop palm.
As the saying goes, clouds follow dragons, wind follows tigers.
Chen Wujun’s move was just like a tiger descending the mountain.
Cun Bao hurriedly raised his arm to block.
Bang!
Chen Wujun’s chop palm smashed onto Cun Bao’s arm; Cun Bao felt a huge force, almost knocking him flying, and hurriedly retreated a step to dispel the force.
His heart was instantly shocked.
He knew Chen Wujun’s progress was extraordinarily fast.
These days he had been accompanying Chen Wujun in punching practice; just a couple days ago he had fought with A Jun, and they had tangled for several minutes.
But A Jun had always shown strength not focused on power.
Today, the opponent’s opening move was majestic like a tiger, almost overwhelming him, scaring him right from the first strike.
How did A Jun practice this kung fu? Had he not gone all out before?
Under the arena, Sister Sha Jiu saw it clearly: when Chen Wujun advanced just now, his body first bowed, clearly using Tiger Descends Mountain’s explosion, first compressing his muscles, bones, and tendons, then bursting out fiercely.
As Cun Bao retreated a step, his arm muscles instantly swelled, thickening by a circle; his left hand like a large swing hammer smashed toward Chen Wujun’s face.
Chen Wujun’s left foot stayed put, lifting his hand to support while leaning his body back.
As his palm supported onto Cun Bao’s arm, he sensed his power and center of gravity; his right foot silently struck from below upward toward Cun Bao’s throat like a venomous snake suddenly darting out, followed by the sound of breaking air.
This kick was actually faster than the sound!
Cun Bao only saw a blur in front of him, knowing it was bad in his heart; his whole body instantly leaped backward, catching a shadow at the corner of his eye like a venomous snake emerging from its hole, instantly breaking out in cold sweat.
After landing, his feet moved nimbly, circling around Chen Wujun constantly, his gaze full of shock and doubt.
This guy’s progress was simply too terrifying.
A few months ago, he was only fighting with his own underlings; a few days ago he tangled with him for a long time; today he seemed a notch stronger than himself.
The same thought as A Hao emerged in his mind.
If old technique progresses this fast, why develop new technique?
This guy was practically another Sister Sha Jiu.
Back then, Sister Sha Jiu in the Walled City was like sitting on a rocket, fighting her way up.
A Jun and Sister Sha Jiu had the same kung fu, probably same sect, not sure what kind of master taught them.
Sister Sha Jiu valued him not just because they were from the same sect.
Cun Bao’s gaze was complex as he lightly circled around Chen Wujun; Chen Wujun still assumed Azure Dragon Probing Claw, like a giant python coiled on the arena.
Seeing Cun Bao’s legs and waist muscles instantly swell, Chen Wujun immediately realized he was about to kick, and almost without thinking, his foot suddenly tensed, stepping forward, lifting his foot to kick toward Cun Bao’s calf.
Sure enough, just as he made this move, Cun Bao suddenly stepped forward, his right leg like an iron rod sweeping toward Chen Wujun’s knee.
However, just as he lifted his leg, he felt something wrong; Chen Wujun suddenly kicked up, kicking this leg back before he could fully power it.
After taking this kick, Cun Bao lost his balance, even more shocked in his heart, but fortunately he stayed calm amid shock; his hands suddenly like two dragons emerging from the sea, going straight for Chen Wujun’s face and chest.
Chen Wujun’s arms shook fiercely, weaving left and right to wrap and press down; the instant he grabbed Cun Bao’s arms, he ‘listened’ to Cun Bao’s power and center of gravity, his hands following Cun Bao’s strength to lock his hands, while his knee below was already pressing against Cun Bao’s crotch.
Cun Bao’s face was full of complexity, and the strength in his hands dissipated.
After Chen Wujun released him, he turned, pressed the ropes, and jumped off the arena, took off his gloves and threw them aside, sat on a chair unwilling to speak.
He was different from A Hao; he specialized in leading people to handle all sorts of matters needing force.
His strength was a bit stronger than A Hao and Hua Zai Rong.
Therefore, being suppressed everywhere in this fight struck him particularly hard.
A Hao watched with empathy.
A Jun’s progress speed was simply terrifying.
“Good!” Sister Sha Jiu stood up with a face full of smiles and said:
“Your kung fu has reached the highest level: Turtle Back Crane Form, Force Through Four Extremities, you’ve even trained listening to strength and eyes; your kung fu has reached the peak of body tempering.”
Cun Bao and A Hao both perked up their ears to listen.
“I originally wanted to teach you another killing move, but your kung fu has come alive; no need to be confined to one move or style, that would be inferior.”
“Back when I was at your level, I might not have been stronger than you.”
“The next few days, you need to rest well and build up your energy.”
