Chapter 308: This Man Must Be Recruited!

“This Lin Jiahe is proud and somewhat pretentious.”

“Someone like him probably finds it hard to serve under another.”

Seeing Lin Jiahe step forward with the bearing of a martial arts master, Su Wangchuan quickly made a decision. He would reveal a different level of strength when dealing with the eldest of the three senior brothers.

He would beat him into submission.

Su Wangchuan silently circulated the 《Black Tortoise Art》 and the 《Dragon-Elephant Body-Protection Technique》.

Lin Jiahe lowered into a bow stance, the long staff slanted toward Su Wangchuan.

“I heard from Chen Gang that your staff techniques are formidable. Today I will spar with you using staff techniques. Please enlighten me, Brother Su.”

Su Wangchuan casually tossed the steel saber aside and assumed the opening stance of 《Black Tiger Fist》.

“In truth, I am better with fists and kicks. Come.”

“… ”

Lin Jiahe froze for a moment.

Su Wangchuan activated 《Green Robe Dance》. His feet advanced swiftly as fists and palms alternated in fluid succession, like a fierce tiger descending the mountain as he closed in on Lin Jiahe.

Lin Jiahe launched a long-range triple strike with the staff—aiming low at the legs, then tapping toward the head, and finally pushing toward the chest—attempting to force Su Wangchuan back.

But Su Wangchuan’s footwork was extremely agile.

His upper body dodged in time, and his fists and palms had already penetrated the shadow of the staff.

SMACK!

A pushing strike suddenly transformed into a shock strike, slamming into Su Wangchuan’s chest.

Yet Su Wangchuan did not budge.

He stood as immovable as a mountain.

His fists and palms crossed, and with a sharp crack, the long staff snapped into two short sections.

Lin Jiahe immediately discarded the broken staff. He stamped his foot and raised his elbow to guard his body, blocking Su Wangchuan’s attack before swinging horizontally to counterattack.

Defense turned into offense.

That lift and chop revealed Lin Jiahe’s Bajiquan foundation—far superior to Chen Gang’s—and the explosive power behind it was astonishing.

But Su Wangchuan, exerting his full strength, firmly blocked the blow. He stomped downward, switched from 《Black Tiger Fist》 to 《Bajiquan》, gathered power, and unleashed a crashing punch.

A fierce counterattack.

Although Lin Jiahe crossed his arms to block it, an irresistible force still sent him flying backward. After landing, he staggered several steps to dissipate the force before crashing into the wall of the octagonal cage, his eyes filled with shock.

“Internal force!”

Lin Jiahe stared in disbelief at Su Wangchuan.

“You truly are a disciple of an ancient martial arts family.”

Martial artists like them, who trained only external techniques, had no opportunity to learn internal cultivation methods. The moment Su Wangchuan drove him back with Bajiquan, Lin Jiahe immediately realized he was no match.

Su Wangchuan cultivated internal energy.

With internal force supporting his techniques, their external martial arts could not compete.

At that moment, Lin Jiahe finally understood why his junior brother Chen Gang admired Su Wangchuan so much and had even violated the rules of their school to teach him various techniques.

In the eyes of a disciple who cultivated internal arts, external techniques were practically worthless.

Chen Gang and Li Xiangyang stepped into the octagonal cage.

“Senior Brother, are you alright?”

“I am fine.”

“Brother Su is indeed formidable. We truly failed to recognize a great mountain before us.”

Lin Jiahe cupped his fists in salute, his tone now far more sincere.

Su Wangchuan smiled slightly.

“It was only a friendly spar. In the future, I hope the two of you will not hesitate to guide me in various fist, foot, and weapon techniques.”

A complex expression flickered across Lin Jiahe’s face, but he nodded.

“Very well.”

“Since Brother Su is interested, we will make fools of ourselves.”

Lin Jiahe agreed.

Afterward, he became extremely enthusiastic, listing the martial arts he had mastered.

Lin Jiahe had specifically studied Northern and Southern boxing styles as well as numerous folk martial techniques. Aside from various fists, kicks, and weapons, he had also practiced bench-flower techniques, the nine-section whip, the Bagua saber, and the meteor hammer.

Su Wangchuan’s eyes lit up.

Lin Jiahe was a treasure.

He had mastered so many techniques.

And the nine-section whip, meteor hammer, and bench-flower techniques were clearly niche martial arts.

If each niche martial art was worth one thousand taels of gold, then Su Wangchuan could earn at least three thousand taels from him.

Such a talent had to be brought under his command.

Su Wangchuan then turned to Li Xiangyang.

The latter hesitated for a long moment before speaking somewhat awkwardly.

“The three of us brothers practice mostly the same techniques. Chen Gang excels at Bajiquan, Bajiquan spear techniques, Tongbei Quan, and Wing Chun–Xingyi. Senior Brother specializes in various Northern and Southern martial arts.”

“As for me… I mainly earn traffic on Douyin. The only technique I can truly teach is 《Short Blade Technique》, also known as 《Assassination Technique》.”

Li Xiangyang relied on attracting online attention, so he naturally needed eye-catching skills. The Assassination Technique was his signature method.

After years of practical experience, he claimed he could neutralize three people within a single second.

Within three seconds, he could strike ten lethal vital points on an opponent.

Su Wangchuan pondered that if this technique were recognized by spirit realm, it would probably qualify as another niche martial art worth a fortune.

Thus he showed intense interest and immediately began learning the Nine-Section Whip from Lin Jiahe.

Niche martial arts paired with specialized weapons were extremely difficult to master.

But with Lin Jiahe explaining the key principles and personally guiding him step by step, Su Wangchuan quickly grasped the power techniques and unique advantages of the weapon.

Wrap! Twist! Pierce! Drill!

In just one afternoon and evening, he could already wield it with considerable skill. During sparring with Lin Jiahe, he was even able to strike targets behind his opponent’s weapon.

His movements became increasingly smooth.

His attack angles grew more cunning.

Every strike became more precise.

They trained until late at night before finally stopping.

Lin Jiahe and his two fellow disciples were deeply shocked by Su Wangchuan’s persistence and determination—especially when they saw him circulate the 《Qingcheng Heart Method》.

Their eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

The envy was overwhelming.

“Su Wangchuan truly is a disciple of ancient martial arts.”

“He is not simple at all.”

“Not only does he possess internal cultivation, but the mental method he practices seems to have powerful healing effects that accelerate metabolism!”

Lin Jiahe and the other two closed the door and discussed the matter privately.

“We must establish a friendship with Su Wangchuan.”

“With a friend of such identity and ability, our future path will become much broader.”

“Exactly.”

“If he wants to learn any technique, we will teach him wholeheartedly and make sure he is satisfied. Then perhaps we can ask him to teach us a cultivation method as well. If we can exchange for just one internal method, we can achieve a breakthrough and greatly improve our strength.”

Lin Jiahe revealed his true thoughts.

He had practiced martial arts for many years and had already reached a bottleneck. Now that such an opportunity appeared, he did not wish to miss it.

The three senior brothers agreed to bring up the matter to Su Wangchuan after a few days.

Su Wangchuan returned to the game.

The atmosphere at the Sanjiang Branch Helm had clearly become tense.

Because the Beggar Sect sub-branch had been slaughtered completely, the Beggar Sect had lost enormous face. News had already spread that several experts from the Beggar Sect had arrived in Sanhe Commandery.

A group of experts inspected the murder scene at the sub-branch before heading straight to the Caobang hall to pay a visit.

Storm clouds gathered over Sanhe Commandery.

Wang Yuehui and Chen Ergou had already ordered increased patrols and night security.

The entire branch helm was brightly lit.

This day was destined to be another sleepless night.

The good news was that the 《Nine-Section Whip》 taught by Lin Jiahe truly was a First-Rank niche martial art. It had already reached Minor Mastery, increasing his Agility by 1 point.

Throughout the night, Wangchuan practiced against the Iron Dummy Stake, cracking the whip again and again.

“Ding!”

“《Nine-Section Whip》 has advanced from ‘Minor Mastery’ to ‘Practice Makes Perfect’. Reward: +2 Agility.”

His Agility rose to 64.