Chapter 1: A World That Once Possessed Internal Power

The young man merely revealed a faint smile, yet his already small eyes had narrowed into a slit. Habitually, he touched his earlobe and said, "As the disciple of the esteemed Wang Sanpao, I certainly cannot tarnish my master's reputation in the martial world"

The young man interrupted with a grin: "The Half-Step Burst Fist King San Pao, using only three moves to strike, no need for a fourth! This title sounds terrible, and yet you always flaunt it. I definitely don't want to be called 'Feng San Pao' in the future; that's just too unappealing!"

Wang Sanpao nodded and said: "Indeed, but you are an exception"

As the turmoil subsided, only Wang Sanpao remained as the sole disciple of the Huashan Sect, and his martial arts skills were limited to just three moves of the unnamed fist technique he had practiced

The wind howled, and after a long while, I couldn't close my mouth. It took me some time before I exclaimed, "Hua Shan Sect? Did I hear that correctly? Is it really the Hua Shan Sect?"

As the leaves slowly fell to the ground, Wang Sanpao raised his head, closed his eyes, and shed two lines of clear tears. After a while, he opened his eyes, gave a bitter smile, and said: "I won't elaborate on the detailed process; the past is too painful to recall. Although Mr. Wind has oppressed me for half my life, he has also given me a chance to start anew..."

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Wang Sanpao chuckled twice with a "hehe" and said without shame, but rather with pride: "That is the heavens helping me again. Mr. Feng has oppressed me for half my life, yet now he wants to entrust his eldest grandson to me for instruction. Haha, this is truly exhilarating"

The wind rustled lazily as it waved its hand and interrupted, saying: "Everyone respects you, everyone admires you, so why do you have the nickname 'fleeing at the sight of danger'?"

Wang Sanpao awkwardly cleared his throat twice, his hand stroking his beard at an even faster pace, and said with a hint of embarrassment and anger: "Where is it unpleasant? Back in the day, my friends in the martial arts world treated me..."

The wind howled, and his face was filled with a deep sense of melancholy; he understood why his master was so distressed

Wang Sanpao stroked his beard and said with a hint of pride, "That is only natural; in my day, I was known in the jianghu as ... ... "

Feng Xiaoxiao secretly cursed his master for being extremely shameless, clearly having the upper hand yet still refusing to let go. His surname is Wang, and when written upside down, it still reads as "Wang". Would anyone take this bet with him?

Wang San, the artilleryman, tightened his grip, broke a few of his own whiskers, and glared angrily as he said: "Yes... back then I couldn't defeat him, but I certainly cannot be labeled as 'fleeing in fear.' Don't forget, it is I who am teaching you now; does Mr. Feng have that capability?"

Wing Chun Half Step Collapse

His chin was slightly raised, presenting a look of smug satisfaction, and he showed not the slightest hint of embarrassment

The wind howled yet calmed down, pondering slightly, and questioned: "I remember that the Huashan Sect specializes in swordsmanship, right? What I have been practicing all along is fist techniques."

Wang Sanpao let out a sigh and began to speak slowly

The old man beside me took a few steps forward, reached out to touch the tree hole that had been pierced, and laughed heartily, saying: "Good disciple! Good disciple! As expected of Mr. Feng's eldest grandson, truly extraordinary. In just five short years, 'Yongchun has already reached great mastery.'"

At this moment, Wang Sanpao also recovered from his sorrow and shame, scratching his sparse hair in distress and saying: "Unfortunately, this cultivation method seems to be something only you can practice, and it is of no use to Mr. Feng and me. Otherwise... sigh... this is fate... perhaps it is a punishment from heaven for me"

Wang Sanpao, with a face full of shame, lowered his head for a long time before finally speaking: "Hua Shan Sect"

Feng Xiaoxiao said with a smile: "Isn't it because I practiced the 'Calm Heart Technique' that I am able to possess nearly ten years of internal energy, and can automatically absorb the spiritual energy from the heavens and the earth, without any loss at all"

Wang Sanpao gently touched his broken beard with a hint of sorrow, carefully placing it into his pocket, and then said: "Hmph! You go and let him challenge me to another duel. If he can withstand three of my moves again, I will write my surname backwards."

Wang Sanpao barely managed to force a smile

However, at that time, it was already quite evident that the spiritual energy between heaven and earth was rapidly dissipating, and the internal power that could be cultivated was pitifully thin, rendering internal martial arts nearly useless, making it impossible to resist firearms. Therefore, most disciples of the Huashan School devoted their fervent passion to the war-torn China.

The wind howled as he sat down on the ground, frowning and saying: "What grandfather said? That can't be false. So, the closer we get to modern times, the thinner the spiritual energy becomes, and the lower the level of internal power?"

Since its establishment by the ancestor of Hao Datong at the end of the Northern Song Dynasty, the Huashan Sect has flourished without decline. Unfortunately, it began to decline during the Qing Dynasty and, after enduring decades of warfare, many of its unique skills and martial arts have gradually been lost.

The wind howls, and there is a hint of regret. It seems that this experience is something the master has desperately tried to forget, yet it has now resurfaced in his memory.

Wang Sanpao took a moment to catch his breath, then sat cross-legged on the ground, shaking his head and said: "I do not know about that, but Mr. Feng has studied this matter diligently. He stated that since the Song Dynasty, the internal martial arts cultivation of each generation has been far inferior to that of the previous one. It is said that in the early Song Dynasty, there were individuals with exceptionally profound internal skills, capable of forming a protective energy outside their bodies, making them virtually impervious to blades and unbreakable. However, by the mid-Ming Dynasty, victory was achieved through variations in techniques." It is said that in the early Song Dynasty, there were individuals with exceptionally profound internal skills, capable of forming a protective energy outside their bodies, making them virtually impervious to blades and unbreakable. However, by the mid-Ming Dynasty, victory was achieved through variations in techniques.

However, practitioners of martial arts are generally passionate and chivalrous. Witnessing the frequent turmoil in China and the suffering of the people, how could they be willing to live in hiding, merely surviving? Almost all of them took on disciples and resolutely devoted themselves to the revolution.

Feng Xiaoxiao did not expect that the usually shameless master would have such a side. After a moment of astonishment, he cautiously comforted, "Master, to recognize one's mistakes and correct them is a great virtue. Since you have sincerely repented and changed your ways, the elders of the sect, I am sure, will no longer hold it against you in the afterlife."

Feng Xiaoxiao touched his earlobe and thought to himself that his master must have done something disgraceful at that time; otherwise, how could the Huashan Sect be left with only him? Seeing him in such deep sorrow, he ultimately could not bear to reopen old wounds and had to ask lightly, "Why has the spiritual energy dissipated so quickly?"

The wind rustled as he smiled and said: "That is only natural. Master is currently the last remaining expert of the external school, and his body refining techniques have reached perfection. Apart from my grandfather, no one can withstand your three moves."

Thus, he deliberately mocked, saying: "Now that the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is thin, all the internal strength of the internal martial arts masters has nearly dissipated. How can they still be your opponents? Even if you win, it would be a victory without honor!"

The wind howled, and though my heart was filled with reluctance, I found myself helpless and could only force a smile as I said: "After practicing the 'Calm Heart Technique', although my internal energy is accumulated within me and cannot be applied, my physique, memory, five senses, and even intuition far surpass that of ordinary people. In the future, I will surely become the number one master in the world. When that time comes, I will rebuild the Huashan Sect, and followers will undoubtedly gather in droves, bringing hope for the revival of the sect."

Wang Sanpao nodded affirmatively, his eyes wide open without blinking, filled with anticipation

Wang Sanpao was in tears, weeping uncontrollably, and lay on the ground, crying incessantly

Feng Xiaoxiao had always been somewhat puzzled, and now could no longer restrain herself from asking: "Since you are so dissatisfied with my grandfather, why do you still address him as 'Mr. Feng'?"

At that time, the world was in chaos, with warlords carving out their territories, and the flames of war gradually spreading towards Mount Hua. To avoid the fate of annihilation, the Hua Shan Sect reluctantly dispersed its elite disciples, allowing them to take the remaining sect scriptures and scatter in all directions, hoping that each would leave behind a successor. It was hoped that in the future, during a time of peace and prosperity, the sect could be rebuilt and the legacy continued.

The wind whispered softly, asking: "May I inquire the name of your sect?"

The young man, who had just thrown three punches, looked at the tree, which was as thick as an adult's waist, with a large hole that he had pierced through. He finally let out a sigh of relief and turned to ask, "Master, have I qualified?"

Wang Sanpao shook his head, wiped away his tears, and slowly said: "I am a sinner of the sect and do not dare to hope for the forgiveness of the ancestors of the sect. Now that your martial arts have reached great mastery, you are no less powerful than I was in my prime. I hope that one day, you can rebuild the sect, which may slightly alleviate some of my past sins"

Wang Sanpao immediately darkened his face, dissatisfied as he clenched his fists, but ultimately sighed and said: "Now that your boxing skills have reached great mastery, you are ready to go out into the world. I will not hide it from you any longer. Alas... when I was young, I made a grave mistake that led to the destruction of our sect's walls, severing a legacy of hundreds of years by my own hands..." He lowered his head, tightly gripping his fists, and struck heavily against the tree that had just been there. With a loud "bang," the tree immediately broke, flying five or six meters away and landing on the ground, stirring up a rain of leaves.

Wang Sanpao comes from a body-refining background. In his youth, he was bold and fierce, leaving behind numerous hidden injuries. Without internal energy to protect his body, once the accumulated hidden injuries from years past flare up, he will undoubtedly meet a tragic end.