The elder looked at the crowd gathered at his doorstep.

Among these troublemakers, several were his own disciples.

He couldn't help but tremble with anger.

"You beasts, what do you want to do?" he demanded.

A fat man in black helped the Eldest Senior Brother up.

Taking a couple of steps forward, he snorted disdainfully.

"Master, it's about the Feng Family Boxing Gym."

"Little Junior Sister found an outsider to interfere, and even hit the Eldest Senior Brother, isn't that unreasonable?"

"Exactly, let's take this guy down first, then talk about the gym matters."

"Master, you must seek justice, the Eldest Senior Brother cannot just be hit for no reason!"

"Boy, if you have the guts to hit people, come out and face me!"

...

Feng Cai'er stepped in front of Yang Fei, biting her lips.

"Yang Fei is my guest, who dares!"

Listening to the noisy crowd, Yang Fei snorted disdainfully.

He stepped out from behind Feng Cai'er and stood upright.

"A bunch of impolite dogs, Master teaches you the National Arts and this is how you respect him?"

At this point, he bowed deeply to Feng Cai'er's father.

"Uncle, may your fortune be as vast as the Eastern Sea, and your life as enduring as the South Mountain!"

When he turned around, his face was filled with smug satisfaction.

"Look at me, how polite I am? You all damn well learn something!"

The elder was astonished.

But Feng Cai'er was already used to this guy's humorous antics.

She tugged at the elder's arm.

"Dad, don't worry about Yang Fei, they can't handle him."

The Eldest Senior Brother finally caught his breath and shouted loudly.

"Everyone together, take down this guy first."

A group of people, confident in their superior numbers, was about to charge at him.

Yang Fei sneered, focusing his eyes on a guardian lion in front of the Feng family gate.

He activated his Extreme Force and slapped the lion's head.

Bang!

A muffled sound erupted as the majestic lion's head, as if it had been struck by powerful explosives, shattered sending stone chips flying everywhere.

With nearly a ton of force, Yang Fei smashed the entire head of the lion.

Only the bare half of the lion's body remained.

This incredibly fierce slap instantly frightened everyone within the crowd, making their souls nearly leave their bodies.

A myriad of screams erupted from the crowd as they all instinctively stopped in their tracks.

Nobody dared to come closer.

"My God, a stone-shattering slap, must he have practiced the Iron Sand Palm?"

"It's unbelievable, how is this possible?"

"Damn, where did this guy come from, he's terrifying."

...

The crowd fell into silence.

Many whispered among themselves, yet no one dared to breathe loudly.

Feng Cai'er, supporting the elder, both were stunned by Yang Fei's powerful palm.

The elder looked at Yang Fei in a daze, murmured softly.

"A true master, this must be the Dark Force... no, it's the Energy Transformation Master."

Yang Fei turned around, deliberately activating the Tiger Ghost Heart Method, his gaze incredibly intimidating.

"Who dares to come and meet their death?"

This chilling declaration caused the dozens of burly men below to shrink back.

You look at me, I look at you, but nobody dared to respond.

Yang Fei sneered.

"I'm Feng Cai'er's friend, I don't care about your gym's matters."

"But if you bully the weak members of the Feng family, I will stand up against you."

"Whoever disagrees, come and try my palm strength."

No one dared to make a move after seeing Yang Fei's devastating blow.

The Eldest Senior Brother watched Yang Fei's formidable presence, his face turned pale as ash.

Bones might be hard, but not harder than stone.

If Yang Fei's previous slap had landed on his own head, the consequences would have been unthinkable.

Mr. Yang Fei turned around and respectfully greeted the elder.

"So this is Uncle Feng, I presume? My name is Yang Fei."

It was then that Feng Cai'er realized and introduced him to her father.

"Dad, this is Yang Fei."

The elder nodded slightly, sizing up Yang Fei with a look of great surprise in his eyes.

"So you are Yang Fei, indeed skilled in Kung Fu, no wonder..."

At this point, he changed the subject.

"Mr. Yang Fei, please rest for a moment. I will deal with the matters inside and then converse with you."

Listening to Old Man Feng's somewhat muddled speech, Yang Fei couldn't ask for details.

He could only nod his head and step aside.

Old Man Feng coughed softly, assisted by Feng Cai'er, and stood on the steps.

His face bore a look of sorrow.

"Feng's Boxing Gym is a heritage passed down from our ancestors. I taught everyone to box; perhaps I have delayed many disciples' futures."

"It's understandable if everyone bears resentment towards me."

Having said this, Old Man Feng sighed and bowed slightly to those below.

"Here, I owe you disciples an apology."

"If you hadn't followed me in boxing, but had gone to university or vocational schools, you might have had other opportunities; it's I who have held you back."

"Dad, don't say that."

Feng Cai'er stepped forward two steps, supporting Old Man Feng, visibly upset.

"It's these people who don't make progress."

"I studied and boxed simultaneously, went to college while learning Martial Arts. You haven't delayed anyone."

Several disciples below showed signs of shame.

Several disciples hung their heads low.

Elder Feng patted Feng Cai'er's shoulder, signaling her not to say more.

Elder Feng stood straight, his voice carrying a slight cough.

"In chaotic times, one learns boxing; in prosperous times, one learns literature. In this peaceful era, learning boxing is of little use."

"However, these past twenty-some years, everyone is healthy, free from illness and pain; perhaps the Feng's Boxing Gym still serves a purpose."

At this, most disciples had already bowed their heads, murmuring among themselves.

"Right, one can't blame the master for one's lack of self-improvement."

"Practicing martial arts is merely for strengthening the body; we don't rely on it for a living."

"We can never repay our master's kindness in teaching us!"

...

The Eldest Senior Brother's mouth corner was bleeding; he wiped it away, a cold expression on his face.

"Old Man Feng, stop playing the victim here."

"Today, in front of everyone, let's settle the matter of the gym's ownership once and for all."

Elder Feng snorted.

"I handed Feng's Boxing Gym over to you in hopes you would carry on and expand the legacy of Feng's Boxing."

"But what are you actually trying to do?"

He said, pointing towards the left: "Look over there, what does this beast intend to do?"

Following Old Man Feng's pointing hand, everyone looked.

They saw that on the east side of the courtyard was a four-story reinforced concrete building.

At the side of the brick building hung a huge lightbox with the words "Feng's Body Sculpting Fitness Center."

Next to the lightbox, a shabby wooden sign hung askew: "Feng's Boxing Gym"

Upon seeing this scene, everyone understood the Eldest Senior Brother's intention, and began to discuss fervently.

"Damn it, the Eldest Senior Brother wants to put an end to the master's boxing gym for his own business."

"The gym is the master's life; if the Eldest Senior Brother does this, it's a wonder if the master doesn't fight him to the death."

"Body sculpting and fitness, does that teach boxing too?"

...

Listening to the crowd's rising chatter, the Eldest Senior Brother snorted.

"Times are progressing, we must also know how to adapt."

"Otherwise, we can't make money, and the gym can't continue."

"I'm running a fitness center, but I'll still teach boxing, just under a different name."

Hearing this, Old Man Feng shouted loudly, cutting him off.

"If you really want to run a fitness center and honestly teach boxing, why would I bother you?"

His eyes blazing, he stared at the Eldest Senior Brother.

"I ask you, why has your fitness center attracted countless heavily made-up women?"

"What are you really trying to do?"

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