Chapter 472: Candidates for the Thirteen Taibao

"Yes, they have already finished the procedures. Their Dashan Martial Arts Hall has selected a site and has officially begun recruiting students; it will officially open in a few days." Chen Yu nodded and said, "I will go to his place to take a look first."

After hanging up the phone, Chen Yu arrived at Dashan Martial Arts Hall.

The location of Dashan Martial Arts Hall was slightly out of the way, set up in a two-story storefront in the old city district. The couple had simply tidied up the inside and hung up the Dashan Martial Arts Hall sign.

The seven or eight children the couple had adopted included five boys and two girls, the oldest being twelve and the youngest six, so the pressure the couple faced was also immense.

"Mr. Chen, you've come? Come, sit quickly." Zhang Dashan was tidying up some things, and as soon as he saw Chen Yu arrive, he hurriedly put down the work in his hands to greet Chen Yu.

He Li served tea and poured water, smiling as she said, "Mr. Chen, this is wild tea from the mountains; please have a taste. It's not tidied up well here, and there's nothing much to entertain you with."

"Haha, alright, you two don't need to be too busy." Chen Yu smiled and said, "How is it? Is everything going smoothly?"

"Everything is smooth, and I still have to thank you. If it weren't for you, we two would be completely lost here, and the martial arts hall couldn't have been built so quickly." Zhang Dashan smiled.

"Yes, the ceremony will be held at Xuanwu Tea House in two days. There are currently four vacancies in the Thirteen Taibao, and it will be good once you two join." Chen Yu said, "But there are some small problems currently being faced..."

"Is it that someone is unconvinced?" He Li guessed the reason instantly.

"Yes, your martial virtue and strength are quite good, but you have rarely walked in the Jianghu before, so your popularity is not high; therefore, some idle gossip is normal." Chen Yu smiled, "However, these are not problems. I came just to tell you two to prepare yourselves mentally."

Just as Chen Yu's voice fell, a loud voice came from the doorway: "Who is Zhang Dashan?"

A man walked in brazenly. This man was burly and thick-skinned, and his temples were bulging; one look and it was clear he was an Inner Family Expert.

"I am. Who are you, sir?" Zhang Dashan stood up.

"Hmph, so you are the one who wants to join the Thirteen Taibao?" The man looked at Zhang Dashan with disdain: "I am the successor of the Northern School Iron Shirt, Wu Dong. My master is the Iron Shirt Zhou Tie."

"Long heard of you." Zhang Dashan cupped his fists politely.

"Hehe, I heard that you two want to join the Thirteen Taibao?" Wu Le looked at Zhang Dashan contemptuously.

"This... we are just lucky." Zhang Dashan was stunned.

"It's not that you are lucky, but that Chen Yu, who holds the Taibao Order, is blind." Wu Le sneered: "My master is the most qualified."

"Whether your master is qualified or not is not for you to decide. Besides, how is Chen Yu blind?"

Chen Yu was annoyed. This guy was saying he was blind right to his face?

"Hehe, although Chen Yu holds the Taibao Order, there are not many people in the Thirteen Taibao who submit to him, right?" Wu Le sneered: "The previous head of the Thirteen Taibao was also blind to pass the Taibao Order to him."

"Now there are a few people missing in the Thirteen Taibao, and many prestigious people in the Jianghu are gearing up, wanting to get a piece of the pie."

"If my master is the successor of the Iron Shirt, whether in terms of strength or reputation, he is more suitable to be qualified for the Thirteen Taibao. What are you two? Do you people from the countryside have the qualifications to serve as the Thirteen Taibao?"

"Even if your master Zhou Tie came here, he wouldn't dare say this, right?" Chen Yu glanced at Wu Le.

"Since I came here today, I represent my master. If Zhang Dashan's kung fu cannot convince me, then I'm sorry, I will not recognize the Taibao Promotion Order in Xuanwu Tea House." Wu Le said coldly.

"Then Brother Zhang, you should show a hand and let him see." Chen Yu smiled slightly: "It just so happens to give these guys who don't know the immensity of heaven and earth a little color to look at."

"That's right, if you don't show your true strength to open my eyes, I won't be convinced." Wu Le looked arrogant.

"Alright, since that's the case, let's spar. We will stop at the point of contact." Zhang Dashan nodded slightly, and he reached out his hand: "Please."

"I heard your Hard Qigong is quite powerful, but I don't know if you can block my three punches." Wu Le stared at Zhang Dashan.

Zhang Dashan took a deep breath, cupped his fists, sank his True Qi slightly, and then shouted: "Hard Qigong School, Zhang Dashan, please advise."

A trace of killing intent flashed in Wu Le's eyes, and he shouted deeply: "Then be careful. If you are beaten or crippled, don't blame me."

"Let go, come as you please." Zhang Dashan smiled slightly, holding his breath and focusing his mind to bring his True Qi to the extreme.

Zhang Dashan's Hard Qigong was ancestral; his ancestors evolved it from a secret manual, and by the time it reached Zhang Dashan's generation, it was already the fifth generation. After generations of continuous practice, it was already an existence comparable to the Golden Bell Shield and Iron Shirt.

It's just that Zhang Dashan's generations had always lived in the mountains. Although his ancestors had decent strength, they also lived the lives of ordinary people diligently just like him, so they did not enter the Jianghu, and their popularity was not high.

Therefore, although his Hard Qigong had the strength comparable to the Golden Bell Shield and Iron Shirt, people outside still did not recognize it.

Wu Le gave a violent shout and struck Zhang Dashan's chest with a raw punch.

His strength was that of a Martial Master, and this punch was his full effort; if an ordinary person were hit by this punch, they would inevitably suffer broken tendons and bones.

But Zhang Dashan's Hard Qigong was not just talk; after the punch, his body didn't even sway.

On the contrary, Wu Le's body swayed, his scalp went numb from the shock, and he took a step back.

"Good, you have some skills." Wu Le looked at Zhang Dashan with some surprise, and then he sneered: "I was holding back just now; next, I won't be polite."

"Please instruct me." Zhang Dashan smiled slightly, unmoved.

Wu Le took a deep breath, then shouted violently, stomping his right foot heavily on the ground; with the power of the arm, all his strength gathered in his right fist.

He clenched his fist and struck fiercely toward Zhang Dashan's chest.

Boom... Zhang Dashan took two steps back. He sank his arms and shouted deeply, forcibly stabilizing his stance. His brows furrowed; the power of this punch caused him a minor injury.

This time Wu Le was shaken back three steps, his face somewhat pale; it was clear he suffered quite a loss, and even if the opponent stood still and let him hit, the gap in strength could not be made up.

"One more punch, be careful." Wu Le's face was somewhat ugly.

"Even ten more punches would be the same. I advise you not to bring humiliation upon yourself." Chen Yu's brows furrowed; this guy was unconvinced.

But the gap between the two sides was clear at a glance; he was simply no match for Zhang Dashan.

"I, a successor of the Northern School Iron Shirt, will lose to a bumpkin like him?" Wu Le was furious: "If you have the ability, take my last punch and then talk."

"If you don't throw the last punch, I assume you won't be convinced either. Come on then." Zhang Dashan smiled.

"Then you better be careful." Wu Le sneered, clenched his right fist, held his breath and focused his mind again, and then rushed toward Zhang Dashan fiercely.

This punch of his was weaker than the previous one and could not cause damage to Zhang Dashan at all.

But midway, his right hand flipped, and a pair of Steel Gauntlets appeared in his hand. With his punching power added to these Steel Gauntlets, if Zhang Dashan stood there without moving, he absolutely could not withstand it.

Chen Yu shouted: "Stop, halt."

He lunged forward, intending to intercept the opponent, but he was ultimately one step too late.

Boom... Wu Le's punch struck Zhang Dashan's body heavily.

Moreover, it struck a vital point. The Steel Gloves in his hand were a very vicious weapon; with one punch added to the reinforcement of his punching power, even Zhang Dashan could not withstand it.

Zhang Dashan spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, his massive body flew backward, and he fell to the ground with a thud.

"Dashan..." He Li was startled and hurriedly stepped forward.

Wu Le, looking like he would not let a matter rest even when he had the upper hand, clenched his right hand, and his hand wearing the Steel Gloves was about to smash toward the throat of Zhang Dashan.

He Li whipped out, coiled Wu Le to the side, and then with a wave of her right hand, with a *swish*, the whip in her hand suddenly pulled taut, forcing Wu Le to be unable to step forward.

Chen Yu grabbed Zhang Dashan to help him up, then tapped repeatedly with both hands to seal several of his major acupoints, and then took out several Silver Needles to seal his acupoints to alleviate his injuries.

"It's fine, it's not a big problem," Chen Yu said, "Just rest for a while and it will be alright."

"Thank you, Mr. Chen," Zhang Dashan nodded, his face full of anger, "This brat does not follow the rules."

"I will handle it," Chen Yu turned around and walked forward, while Wu Li hurriedly put away the whip in her hand to check on her husband's injuries.

"It was agreed to be a fair duel, yet you use hidden weapons to hurt people? One can tell your master's character from you; your martial virtue is ruined, and you still want to join the Thirteen Taibao?" Chen Yu stared coldly at Wu Le.