Whether it was courageous act or not, the third senior brother didn't answer.
He just said, it's not a big deal.
But handling it would take a bit of time.
Meanwhile, the third senior brother didn't let Zhang Feng give any statements, instead, he let Zhang Feng and the others leave first.
Haozi drove.
Two days later.
A hotel at the province's border.
The three were waiting here for the third senior brother.
"Master, did the third senior brother say he would come back today?" Zhang Feng had no emotional fluctuation about possibly killing a criminal.
"It should be this afternoon." Master was relieved seeing that Zhang Feng had no mental shadows.
As for that criminal, the master thought it was fine if he died.
"I understand." Zhang Feng felt relieved upon hearing that the third senior brother would return today.
No harm done.
Zhang Feng stopped thinking about it and began practicing in the room.
Over the years, Zhang Feng had also practiced the martial arts of other sects.
Especially recently; after Zhang Feng mastered Shaolin grappling, there were text prompts.
This further deepened Zhang Feng's desire to be 'well-versed'.
[You have mastered Shaolin grappling to the intermediate level, and there will no longer be options for Shaolin grappling in Fighting Memory]
Whenever you master one, there is one less option in the 'Fighting Memory' to enhance your skills.
This is a good thing!
If you master them all.
Wouldn't it mean all the Fighting Memory options would disappear, making room for 'new choices'?
It's like 'refreshing' a path, giving a chance for a new choice!
Zhang Feng held on to this idea and was now learning more.
Moreover, broad learning could also deepen one's understanding of martial arts.
And after another day.
The third senior brother hurriedly arrived.
After the reunion, they set off again.
After a two-day journey.
On the afternoon of the third day.
Zhang Feng arrived at the main gate of Baji Fist.
This is a rural village.
The main gate is on the east side of the village.
Zhang Feng and the others arrived here, meeting several elders of the Baji Fist and some younger ones.
It's just that, after a few glances, Zhang Feng felt they weren't his match.
Zhang Feng glanced at them a few times, then looked at his master.
The master pulled out an enforcement video, in which Zhang Feng's prowess in capturing a thief was displayed.
"Come, take a look at my disciple's skills!"
The master, as if presenting a treasure, showed it to several senior brothers.
These few elderly seniors looked at Zhang Feng with a different expression after watching with amazement.
"This skill? This strength? Nephew, how did you train?"
"Clearly practiced martial arts since childhood!"
Several senior elders enthusiastically gathered around Zhang Feng, pinching his arm here, feeling his shoulder there.
"Such good physical foundation!"
"Broad shoulders and a strong back! Broad shoulders and a strong back!"
They praised Zhang Feng.
The younger generation of Baji Fist nearby heard the elders' praises and came over one by one.
They saw Zhang Feng, now standing at 175 cm, appearing youthful, not particularly bulky, but with solid muscles.
The muscles on his arms exposed through his short sleeves showed wave-like contoured muscles, full of hidden explosiveness.
This is precisely due to martial arts training.
Zhang Feng's joint areas appeared somewhat rugged, and his overall skin appearance was slightly rough and uncoordinated.
"Indeed, my disciple trained from a young age." The master looked increasingly satisfied with Zhang Feng and continued to boast to several senior brothers.
"Really impressive!" The elders and surrounding younger generation, upon seeing Zhang Feng's robustness and physical appearance, thought he looked incredibly handsome and manly.
Soon after, the master quickly explained the purpose of their visit to the elders.
After listening, the elders frowned.
"You mean, your disciple wants to challenge various sects?"
"Nonsense, nonsense!"
"Young nephew Zhang Feng, have you thought this through?"
At this moment, the elders showed great concern for this 'branch descendant' named Zhang Feng.
Look at that strength, and this age.
Clearly capable in the future, able to stand alone, and carry forward the legacy of the main sect, upholding its prestige!
So they didn't want Zhang Feng to get hurt.
But Zhang Feng had made up his mind,
"I'll trouble you, uncles, to send out the North-South invitations!"
Zhang Feng had been waiting for this day for a long time.
"Alright." The oldest elder of the Baji Fist, seeing persuasion was futile, took out the latest model of an elderly phone.
"1, 5, 3..."
The button clicks were quite loud.
Zhang Feng was puzzled; shouldn't 'posting invitations' make it seem more formal?
"Hello!" After getting through the call, the elderly person shouted: "Who are you? I'm looking for Old Liu, the head of Wudang!
Hello?
Oh? You are Old Liu!
But what are you saying? I can't hear clearly; your signal is not good there, can you come down the mountain and call back!"
The elder was having a conversation with the contemporary inheritor of Wudang, but the process was not smooth.
The signal was poor at the back of the Wudang mountain.
Fortunately, the second call went smoothly.
"Master Wang of Monkey Fist, long time no see." The elder invited: "I'm planning to hold a North-South gathering for the young ones to spar, what do you think?"
"What North-South gathering?" Master Wang was busy, "My martial arts gym in the Northern Province is about to open, I don't have time; if you want to hold the traditional North-South event, find someone else.
Everyone is busy with the modern era, truly at leisure."
Saying this, the call ended.
It seemed that Master Wang was looking forward to modern trends, while in fact, he had no disciple worth showcasing at the moment, so he refused with an excuse.
'Baji Fist's challenge must mean there's a formidable figure in the sect; if I go, wouldn't it be embarrassing?'
Master Wang was shrewd and simply wouldn't go.
The following sects were the same, lacking competent disciples to bring forward.
So, they found various reasons to refuse.
Some said the disciple got into a fight, broke the other's arm with one punch, and was detained by the police (implicitly showing the discipline's strength, indicating that if they participated, they would surely excel. But due to unavoidable circumstances, participation wasn't possible, what a pity).