29: Advanced Zhenwu (please read it, thank you!)
Qin Jiang roared in his mind, and this time, he didn't even summon the panel.
[Iron Arm Fist (Second Level) (22 / 300), Experience + 300]
[Iron Arm Fist (Second Level) advanced to Iron Arm Fist (Third Level)]
[Iron Arm Fist (Third Level) (22 / 400)]
[Potential Points: 6.4]
A tingling itch spread from all over his body, his arms recovered in the blink of an eye, becoming even tougher, and the bone fracture in his chest was also rapidly healing.
His Physical Body strength also increased, though not as dramatically as his arms, it was still more than fifty percent stronger.
In mid-air, Qin Jiang suddenly extended his left arm and plunged it into the ground, plowing a shallow furrow as he exerted force, his body sharply arcing.
Swoosh!
Li Songzheng's figure fiercely crashed past him, leaving a human-shaped hole directly in the courtyard wall.
One can imagine how absurdly powerful that strike was!
If it had hit him, he would probably have broken a few more bones.
Whoosh—!
Li Songzheng's figure returned, his arms spread, his hands forming eagle claws, pouncing towards Qin Jiang.
Without any hesitation, Qin Jiang reached into his pocket with his right hand, pulled out several firecrackers and threw them at Li Songzheng, while simultaneously throwing a smoke bomb at his feet.
Boom boom boom!!!
A series of explosive tremors rang out, firelight accompanying the spreading grey dense fog. Li Songzheng's internal energy surged around him, dispelling the grey fog in a breath.
But by this time, Qin Jiang's figure was nowhere to be seen, only a few craters made by the firecrackers remained in the courtyard.
"Bastard! Someone! Find him for me!"
He roared in anger, his voice penetrating the courtyard wall. The Family guards outside the courtyard immediately sprang into action upon hearing him.
The spellcaster also walked out at this moment, his expression calm, his eyes slightly narrowed. "Master Li, does this humble Daoist need to intervene? It only requires twenty more sacrifices."
Li Songzheng's eyelids twitched at the words, suppressing his anger. Not enough?! He wants more?!
"No need! A mere thief, he'll be caught within half a quarter of an hour!"
A moment later, a guard led a team of people into the courtyard.
Li Songzheng's face was stern, with a hint of irritation. "Where is he?"
The leading guard shook his head. "Master, he wasn't found. The entire courtyard has been searched."
Li Songzheng's expression tightened at the words, and he took a long breath to calm himself. "I understand. You may go. Have someone repair the courtyard wall tomorrow."
"Master Li, are you truly not considering it?" the spellcaster asked.
Li Songzheng, who was about to leave, stopped at the spellcaster's words.
After pondering for a moment, "The spellcaster may try. If he cannot be found, it doesn't count."
He didn't know if the black-clad man had seen the true forms of these stinky rats. If he had, although it wasn't a big problem, it would still take some effort.
Now that the national war was about to begin, the entry of Fox spirits into the city was not a major issue.
As for the sacrifice, it was merely the lives of a hundred commoners, what did that count for?
Countless refugees outside the city had already died! Who would care?
"Naturally."
The spellcaster responded, then gently shook the bronze bell in his hand.
Ding-a-ling~~
A crisp bell sound rang out, and an invisible ripple spread.
After a quarter of an hour, the spellcaster opened his eyes with some confusion.
Li Songzheng scoffed at the sight. I thought he was so powerful?
"Since that's the case, I, the Family Master, shall take my leave."
Turning to depart, a hint of killing intent flickered in his eyes. A bunch of stinky rats, once I get the resurrection medicine, all of you will die!
The spellcaster stood rooted to the spot. In that instant, his bell's sound had covered an area of five hundred meters. Was that little thief's escape skill really that good?
On the southern edge of the city, the earth and stones on the ground trembled slightly.
A few seconds later, an arm emerged from beneath the soil, and then a black-clad man crawled out of the dirt.
Hoo~
Qin Jiang let out a long breath, with a trace of relaxation from having escaped a calamity.
After using the smoke bomb, he had originally intended to climb over the wall and leave, but who knew that Li Songzheng's strength was so abnormally powerful, that he was about to dispel the smoke in the blink of an eye.
Between life and death, an idea suddenly struck him. He directly activated the Earth Dragon Body internal Qi within his flesh and blood, and burrowed into the pit created by the firecrackers.
Once underground, he was like a fish in water. The mud not only did not cause the slightest obstruction, but instead became his aid, which allowed him to escape with his life.
He regulated the restless internal Qi in his body, and it took a full quarter of an hour to recover.
He recalled the feeling when he faced Li Songzheng directly just now; it was completely different from the day he dealt with the two Fox spirits.
Although both were life-and-death crises, he clearly felt an insurmountable sense of powerlessness when facing Li Songzheng, and the oppressive feeling it brought was by no means comparable to that of the Fox spirit.
He shook his head slightly. He had been too careless. After becoming a true Martial Artist, his mentality had changed, becoming somewhat inflated.
However, he also truly hadn't expected that Master Li, who looked like a good-for-nothing, would possess such terrifying Martial arts cultivation.
With such strength, even if he had cultivated Iron Arm Fist to the third level, he would definitely be unable to contend with him!
Above Martial arts like Iron Arm Fist, there must be even stronger Martial arts!
He should have thought of it earlier. The Crimson blood metal Spear was so heavy that if he were to use it, it could only be considered a Body Refining weapon.
But Magistrate Long could use it to fight enemies, the difference between them was immeasurable.
At this thought, a nameless irritation surged in his heart, and he slightly clenched his fists.
He looked at the bright moon in the sky. I am still too weak.
Early the next morning, Qin Jiang arrived at Wang Minglang's residence. By this time, several people were already practicing in the courtyard.
These days, they too were stimulated by Qin Jiang, having personally witnessed a newly initiated Disciple surpass them step by step. Except for a few individuals, the remaining ones' enthusiasm for practice was unprecedentedly high.
Knock, knock.
Qin Jiang knocked on Wang Minglang's wooden door. A somewhat impatient voice, tinged with weariness, came from inside. "Who is it?"
"Uncle Wang, it's me," Qin Jiang replied.
Creak~
The wooden door opened automatically. "Come in."
Qin Jiang walked into the room and looked at the bed. Wang Minglang had just put on his jacket, still holding a rope in his hand, the other end of which was connected to the wooden door.
"Sit down, why are you here so early?"
Wang Minglang picked up the opium pipe from the bedside table and lit it. After taking a puff, he became much more spirited.
He stood up and washed his face, casually wiping away the water with his sleeve.
After he sat down, Qin Jiang spoke, "Uncle Wang, will the strength gap between Martial Artists be very large?"
Wang Minglang looked at Qin Jiang with some surprise. "Isn't that normal? Not to mention anything else, among those practicing outside, which one can withstand three to five of your punches and kicks?"
Qin Jiang shook his head. "What I mean is, after cultivating Iron Arm Fist to the third level, will there still be people who can completely crush me?"
His voice was a little hurried, with a sense of urgency to know.
Wang Minglang stopped his action of smoking the opium pipe, placed it on the table, and looked Qin Jiang up and down with a hint of a smile.
"You encountered one?"
Qin Jiang raised an eyebrow, nodding heavily.
Wang Minglang looked as if he had expected it, nodding slightly. "People stronger than Iron Arm Fist's third level exist, and not a few of them."
He picked up the opium pipe and tapped it on the table, gently flicking away the ash. "The Five Animals Play you once practiced, including some scattered techniques most people practice, are actually all low-grade stuff.
Even Iron Arm Fist can only be considered the most ordinary True Martial arts. Even if you cultivate it to the third level, at most you're a second-rate expert.
And in the Inner City, first-rate experts and even Grandmaster-level figures also exist, and there are no less than twenty or thirty of them."
Qin Jiang's eyes widened in surprise. "Twenty or thirty people?! That many?!"
There are actually twenty or thirty more freaks like Li Songzheng?
"Then what Martial arts do they practice?" he quickly asked.
Wang Minglang smiled. "Naturally, they are High-Grade True Martial arts. Like the Red Tiger Fist of the Red Tiger Gang, the Crane Flame Palm of the Magistrate's Family, and some old Families of the County Magistrate and Black Mountain City, all possess High-Grade True Martial arts that they keep as their trump cards."