Madman!

Chapter 70: Reaching the Peak

"Why is it so quiet today?" Chen Wujun removed his shoes as he returned home, sensing a strange atmosphere.

"Did Big Brother cause trouble again?" Chen Wujun glanced at his older brother, Chen Wuhong, a hint of ferocity hidden in his eyes.

"It has nothing to do with me. I don't know anything," Chen Wuhong shrugged. He truly didn't know anything.

'Did news of the gambling match spread?' Chen Wujun wondered.

Calculating the time, it was about due...

He had just sat down when he saw Huang Meizhen look like she wanted to speak but hesitated.

Chen Hanliang spoke up, "Ah Jun, tell me honestly, do you have any connection with Hetu?"

"You heard about that too?" Chen Wujun showed no sign of surprise on his face, discussing it with great interest. "I heard Hetu and Lidong have a gambling match involving hundreds of millions."

"The Hetu fighter is named Chen Wujun, same name as me!"

"If I get the chance, I should go see what kind of person he is to share my name... Hundreds of millions involved!"Chen Wujun clicked his tongue in amazement.

Hearing that hundreds of millions were involved, Chen Hanliang and Huang Meizhen immediately felt it must just be a coincidence of names.

They knew their own son.

Their son had been practicing martial arts for less than a year; a high-stakes gamble involving hundreds of millions could not possibly involve him.

"So it's not you?" Huang Meizhen's expression relaxed instantly.

"Of course not! Someone who can be involved in a gamble of hundreds of millions must be very imposing," Chen Wujun said with a look of longing in his eyes.

"Don't think so much about it. Just live a steady, good life. Those punks rarely have a good end!" Chen Hanliang's expression also relaxed as he picked up his chopsticks.

"Let's eat."

Beside them, Chen Wuhong ate his meal while stealing glances at Chen Wujun, a stormy sea raging in his heart.

He suspected the person they were talking about was indeed his younger brother.

His parents didn't know, but he knew Ah Jun had connections with Hetu.

That Dance Hall back then was Hetu's territory, and Ah Jun clearly had some status there.

His own brother involved in a gambling pot of hundreds of millions?

He felt he should find a way to go out and ask around tomorrow.

Chen Wujun finished his meal and left looking as normal as ever. He felt absolutely no pressure regarding the close call just now.

It was easily defused.

However, he also knew he could hide it for a while, but not forever.

With old gangsters like Master Bing involved, eventually, the whole family could be wiped out.

This gave him an idea: after getting the money, he would buy a unit and a shop in the city center, letting his parents leave the Walled City to live there.

He would also reduce his contact with the family.

Upon leaving the house, Chen Wujun's gaze shifted from peaceful to sharp, as keen as a blade. He took out his phone and called Ah Fei.

"Ah Fei, have you arranged someone? I estimate he will show his face tomorrow. Don't make it too obvious."

Chen Wuhong's expression just now had not escaped his eyes.

He sensed that his big brother was becoming restless again.

Putting the phone in his pocket, he went to the Hetu Martial Arts Hall. In the room where he usually trained, Shark Jiu was sitting with her legs crossed, smiling as she spoke with Cun Bao and Ah Hao.

"Sister Shark Jiu!"

"So spirited... You look good." Shark Jiu looked Chen Wujun up and down. What caught her attention most were Chen Wujun's eyes—frighteningly bright and sharp, as if knives were hidden within them.

His essence, energy, and spirit had accumulated well. His whole body hummed with a hidden excitement, like a suppressed tiger ready to devour a man.

Truly a man with a big heart; the closer the moment came, the more excited he got.

And he had achieved results in training his eyes.

"Spar a round, let me see!"

"Alright!" Chen Wujun raised his eyebrows, taking off his shirt to reveal a torso of extremely robust muscle.

The lines were distinct, as if cast from iron.

When he turned around, the bulging muscles on his back resembled a giant, ferocious ghost face, and two mounds of muscle bulged at his shoulder blades like folded wings.

Chen Wujun put on half-finger gloves, vaulted his body upward, and landed on the ring.

To the side, Cun Bao also took off his shirt and flipped into the ring.

Chen Wujun assumed the stance of Green Dragon Exploring Claw, one hand falsely covering his front, the other shielding his ribs.

Cun Bao had just assumed a modern combat stance when Chen Wujun stomp-stepped and rushed in to attack. His advancing splitting palm was like wielding a great axe chopping toward Cun Bao's face. The momentum was like a fierce tiger, the wind from the palm strike whistling.

As the saying goes: clouds follow the dragon, wind follows the tiger.

Chen Wujun's move was exactly like a tiger descending the mountain.

Cun Bao hurriedly raised his arms to block.

Bang!

Chen Wujun's splitting palm smashed onto Cun Bao's arms. Cun Bao felt a massive force that nearly flipped him over, and he hurriedly took a step back to unload the force.

He was instantly shocked.

He knew Chen Wujun's progress was incredibly fast.

These past days, he had been sparring with Chen Wujun. Just two days ago, he had exchanged blows with Ah Jun, and they had grappled for several minutes.

But what Ah Jun had shown then was never strength as a forte.

Today, the opponent started with the ferocity of a tiger, almost making him unable to parry. One move was enough to scare someone to death.

How did Ah Jun practice this kung fu? Had he not been using his full strength before?

Below the ring, Shark Jiu saw it clearly. When Chen Wujun advanced just now, his body first bowed—clearly using the explosive power of Tiger Descending Mountain. He first compressed his muscles, bones, and tendons, then exploded outward violently.

While Cun Bao stepped back, his arm muscles instantly swelled, thickening by a whole circle. His left hand swung like a massive pendulum hammer toward Chen Wujun's face.

Chen Wujun's left foot remained planted. As he raised his hand to prop up the attack, his body leaned back.

The moment his palm propped Cun Bao's arm, he detected the opponent's force and center of gravity. His right foot silently stabbed upward toward Cun Bao's throat, launching like a venomous snake darting out. The sound of breaking air followed only after.

This kick was actually faster than the sound!

Cun Bao only saw a blur before his eyes and knew it was bad. His entire body instantly leaped backward. Seeing a shadow flicker like a snake leaving its hole out of the corner of his eye, he broke out in a cold sweat.

After landing, his footwork was nimble as he circled Chen Wujun, his eyes filled with suspicion and uncertainty.

This guy's improvement was simply too terrifying.

A few months ago, he was just fighting Cun Bao's subordinates. A few days ago, they sparred for a long time. Today, it seemed he was a cut above.

The same thought Ah Hao had popped into his mind.

If Old Arts progressed this fast, why develop New Arts?

This guy was simply another Shark Jiu.

Back then, Sister Shark Jiu had risen through the Walled City like she was riding a rocket, fighting her way up.

Ah Jun and Sister Shark Jiu used the same kung fu; they must be from the same sect. He wondered what kind of master taught them.

Shark Jiu valued him so highly not just because they were fellow disciples.

Cun Bao's gaze was complex as he moved lightly around Chen Wujun. Chen Wujun maintained the Green Dragon Exploring Claw stance, coiled on the boxing ring like a great python.

Seeing the muscles in Cun Bao's legs and waist instantly swell, Chen Wujun realized he was about to kick. Almost without thinking, his footing suddenly vibrated, and he took a step forward, lifting his foot to stomp Cun Bao's calf.

Sure enough, just as he made this move, Cun Bao suddenly stepped, his right leg sweeping toward Chen Wujun's knee like an iron rod.

However, just as he lifted his leg, he felt something was wrong. Chen Wujun had kicked suddenly, and before Cun Bao could fully exert force, his leg was stomped back.

Cun Bao lost his center of gravity after taking that kick and was even more startled. Fortunately, he was shocked but not chaotic. His hands suddenly shot toward Chen Wujun's face and chest like two dragons exiting the sea.

But Chen Wujun's arms shook violently, threading and wrapping downward. The moment he caught Cun Bao's arms, he 'heard' Cun Bao's force and center of gravity. Following Cun Bao's strength, his hands locked the opponent's arms, while his knee below had already driven into Cun Bao's crotch.

Cun Bao's face was complicated, and the strength in his hands drained away.

After Chen Wujun released him, he turned, pressed on the ropes, and jumped off the ring. He took off his gloves, threw them aside, and sat on a chair, not wanting to speak.

Unlike Ah Hao, he was the one who led men to handle various matters requiring martial force.

His strength was somewhat higher than Ah Hao and Flower Boy Rong.

Therefore, being suppressed at every turn in this exchange dealt him a particularly heavy blow.

Ah Hao watched with sympathetic understanding.

Ah Jun's speed of improvement was simply terrifying.

"Good!" Shark Jiu stood up with a face full of smiles.

"You've trained your kung fu to the highest level. 'Turtle Back, Crane Form,' force penetrating the four extremities. You've even trained your Listening Force and eyes. Your kung fu has reached the peak of Body Forging."

Cun Bao and Ah Hao pricked up their ears to listen.

"I originally wanted to teach you a killing move, but your kung fu is already alive. There is no need to stick to rigid forms; that would be inferior."

"When I was at your level, I wasn't necessarily stronger than you."

"For the next few days, you must conserve your energy and build up your spirit."