Eldest Senior Brother Saved the Day

Song Hezheng rushed over with a group of disciples.

The core disciples he brought were all in the second level of Body Tempering. They looked ready to fight at any time.

Wang Yu, who was on the team too, saw the people from the other two martial arts schools.

There was nothing much to say about Wind's Aid Hall. They had been at odds with their Shadowless Fist Hall recently.

There was also constant conflicts between the disciples. Moreover, after Sun Chengshan obtained the mining rights, it became even more intense.

As for the Flying Eagle Sect, Wang Yu also knew that it was also an old dojo in the island town.

Previously, they did not have any conflict with the Shadowless Fist Dojo, but their attitude was also not very friendly to the newcomer. They also treated Sun Chengshan as an outsider and were somewhat xenophobic.

Today, they even came with Wind's Aid Hall to suppress them, which also in a way made their stand clear.

It was not difficult to guess the reason. It was just that the huge value of the mineral vein had invited the jealousy of these people.

Obviously, there was also the instigation of Wind's Aid Hall, which triggered the conflict.

"Song Hezheng, since you're here, let me see your Shadowless Fist. If it's still at that fellow's standard, you'll disappoint me."

When Zhang Yucheng saw Song Hezheng, he immediately spoke loudly and bluntly.

It almost made the already injured Ji Fei spit out another mouthful of blood out of anger.

"That bastard!" Ji Fei, who had always prided himself on his extraordinary talent, was livid. He had never suffered such humiliation before.

Song Hezheng quickly learned the causes of the incident from the other disciples. He immediately said to Sun Chengshan, "Master, let me do it."

"Yes, be careful." Sun Chengshan nodded and reminded him in a low voice.

He knew that a battle between the disciples was inevitable. He also hoped that Song Hezheng could turn the tables and avenge the dojo.

"Yes," Song said, his expression calm. He moved forward quickly.

Wei Yiming smiled and retreated, leaving the stage to Zhang Yucheng.

"Shadowless Fist, Song Hezheng, Third Level of Body Tempering."

"Flying Eagle Fist, Zhang Yucheng, Third Level of Body Tempering."

Compared to Ji Fei and Wei Yiming's previous battle, the two of them were more formal this time.

As the senior brothers of the martial arts school, this was the true battle between them.

The two of them had nothing else to say to each other. After introducing themselves, they started to fight.

Song Hezheng was Sun Chengshan's first disciple, that was even before Sun established Shadowless Fist Dojo. His Shadowless Fist was smooth, and his proficiency was much higher than Ji Fei's.

Now, he was only one step away from breaking through to the fourth level of the fist technique. His combat strength was stronger than Ji Fei's.

Wei Yiming's originally disdainful expression also changed and became solemn.

He could defeat Ji Fei, but he did not think he was a match for Song Hezheng.

Zhang Yucheng's Eagle Fist was also known for its speed, and his punches were also somewhat domineering.

There were a few claw techniques in his fist that were impossible to guard against.

Zhang Yucheng was very strong!

However, Song Hezheng, who was usually amiable, was unexpectedly strong.

Fist shadows covered a huge area and pressed forward openly, gradually suppressing Zhang Yucheng's fierce attack.

As the saying goes, the experts could tell the techniques. Everyone present was a martial artist with a certain level of strength, so they could analyze the situation.

Zhang Yucheng was at a disadvantage!

The smile on Gu Hongming's face disappeared as the situation changed.

On the other hand, Sun Chengshan looked satisfied.

Ji Fei was also shaken.

Because Song Hezheng did not usually fight with his full strength, he was actually a little unconvinced by this Eldest Senior Brother.

He felt that he might not be weaker than the Eldest Senior Brother.

Only now did he see the difference between them.

There was always someone out there who was better than yourself. Even though he was always by Song Hezheng's side, he had never seen Song's true strength.

"I didn't expect Eldest Senior Brother to be so strong. He usually doesn't show his full strength."

"Eldest Senior Brother is mighty! How satisfying!"

"Let's see who still dares to underestimate our Shadowless Fist Dojo!"

"…"

The disciples cheered for Song Hezheng, especially those who were already guarding the mine. They felt relieved.

On the other hand, the disciples of Wind's Aid Hall and Flying Eagle Sect were already holding their breaths.

Zhang Yucheng roared, the veins near his temples bulging. He had already mustered all his strength, trying to turn the tables.

However, the anxiety in his heart was seized by Song Hezheng. He predicted Zhang Yucheng's attack and dodged it in one go.

A few punches knocked Zhang Yucheng to the ground. Before he could struggle to his feet, Song Hezheng's fist was already pressed against his forehead.

The outcome had been decided!

"Thank you for letting me win." Song Hezheng was still calm. He retracted his fist and retreated, looking extraordinarily heroic.

Zhang Yucheng fell to the ground and was stunned for a moment, as if he could not accept this defeat.

"Well done, Hezheng" Sun Chengshan praised, feeling much better.

Sung Hezheng retreated to Sun Chengshan's side and nodded. Suddenly, he said, "Master, during the battle just now, I seem to have made a breakthrough in my fist technique. When I go back, I will need to spend a few days in seclusion. I still need your guidance when I face any doubt."

When Sun Chengshan heard this, he looked a little happy and said, "Could it be that the bottleneck of the third level of the fist technique has loosened?"

"Yes," Song said, looking pleased.

After so long, he had finally pried open this bottleneck.

This also meant that he had a chance to improve his fist technique. That was something he had dreamed of and yearned for a long time.

"You've taught a good disciple." The Gu Hongming's mouth twitched slightly, as if he didn't expect his eldest disciple to be defeated.

"Are you satisfied now, Master Gu?" Sun Chengshan looked at Gu Hongming and the others with a faint smile.

"Hmph, let's go." Gu Hongming snorted. "Master Sun, I look forward to the fight tomorrow."

With that, he turned and left with his disciples.

He Xuyang followed.

It ended without a bigger conflict.

"Zhang Yi, bring Ji Fei to the medical center. The treatment fees will be reimbursed when you return."

With that, Sun Chengshan asked Song Hezheng to bring some disciples back.

Song Hezheng was just about to practice his fist techniques to breakthrough. He was already impatient. After agreeing, he ran back with his disciples.

"Master Sun, how's the situation?" Second Brother Meng walked over and asked worriedly.

Dressed in sweats and shorts, he'd been restless himself for the past two months as he joined in the mining.

He was mainly responsible for managing and supervising the mining teams that were hired. Sometimes, he would also personally work.

This time, when he saw the two martial arts schools approaching menacingly, it was impossible for him not to panic. Fortunately, they were sent away by Sun Chengshan in the end.

"It's fine, Old Meng. I'm here. What are you afraid of?" Sun Chengshan chuckled.

After a few words of comfort, Second Brother Meng returned to the mine in peace.

Seeing this, Wang Yu took two steps forward and looked for Sun Chengshan alone.

"Master, I don't think it's that simple."

Sun Chengshan's smile faded and he became serious. "They hooked up with each other. They obviously planned this trip. Two old bastards. Hmph. Of course it can't be that simple.

I'm afraid they've also set their eyes on our mineral vein. If not for this layer of scruples, I would have taken action long ago. How could I have indulged them!"

Sun Chengshan had traveled extensively in his early years and was quite good at scheming and discerning.

It wasn't that hard for him to see through their intentions.

"At this juncture, we've already piled up enough ores in our warehouse. I'm afraid that after Gu Hongming occupies me with the challenge tomorrow while another group of his disciples will rush straight to the ore warehouse!"

Wang Yu nodded. It seemed that there was no need for him to say anything. Sun Chengshan knew very well.

Previously, he had observed some of the other party's core disciples who paid attention to the warehouse behind them from time to time.

They did not even put in so much effort to cheer for Zhang Yucheng and Wei Yiming. It could be seen that their true focus was not the fight.

Or perhaps, the competition was just to test the overall strength of the Shadowless Fist Dojo. Although Song Hezheng's performance exceeded their expectations, it did not affect their arrangements.

"Since you understand, there's no need for me to say anything. I believe you already have a plan in mind," Wang Yu said calmly.

"Yu, you're very observant and smart." Sun Chengshan nodded and praised.

"Alright, you don't have to worry about this matter. Train well in the dojo. After the first batch of ores is sold, you will also receive the first wave of dividends. You can buy some items that can assist you in body tempering and speed up the progress.

With money, cultivation will be twice as effective. You will understand when the time comes."

Sun Chengshan did not forget to remind Wang Yu.

Wang Yu smiled and replied, "Then I also wish you success in your fist technique as soon as you have money so as to improve your cultivation."

"You brat…"