30: Fearless Heart (please read it, thank you!)
Qin Jiang's eyes lit up. The Red Tiger Gang has it too?
If that's the case, he might have a chance to get it!
"Uncle Wang, what do I need to do to acquire a high-grade Martial arts? And what's the difference between a high-grade Martial arts and a regular one?" he asked.
Wang Minglang raised his hand slightly at the question, "Don't aim too high. You've already mastered the second layer of Iron Arm Fist. In a few days, your sister and I can recommend you to become a Red Tiger Gang leader.
Then, you'll naturally have the opportunity to acquire Red Tiger Fist.
As for the difference, high-grade Martial arts already involve the Concept level.
Anyone who has mastered a high-grade Martial arts is a master of the Divine Intent Realm, considered top-tier, and each of them is a big shot in Black Mountain City."
"Concept? What is that?" Qin Jiang asked.
Divine Intent Realm, just by the name, sounded extraordinary, worthy of a top-tier master.
"The so-called Concept is actually a power at the will level. Those who practice swords have Sword Intent, those who practice sabers have Saber Intent, and those like me who practice fists naturally have Fist Intent," Wang Minglang said with a smile.
Qin Jiang was slightly startled, remembering the first time he met Wang Minglang, when he seemed to vaguely see a crimson fierce tiger.
Now, it seemed that wasn't an illusion, but his Fist Intent!
Uncle Wang is also a master of the Divine Intent Realm! He might even be practicing Red Tiger Fist!
Wang Minglang put down his pipe, placed a hand on Qin Jiang's wrist, and asked with a smile, "Xiao Jiang, what is a Martial Artist?"
Qin Jiang was taken aback, a look of confusion on his face.
"A Martial Artist is someone who clenches their fist! They must fight for what they believe in! They are brave and fierce, with a killing Aura! If you don't even have that bit of fierceness, don't bother Cultivating!"
Wang Minglang's voice suddenly grew stern, and his arm gave a sharp shake. Qin Jiang felt his body go numb, followed by a sensation of weightlessness.
When he came to his senses, he had already been thrown out of the house. The people practicing in the courtyard were a bit confused, not understanding what was happening.
Roar—!!!
Before he could even stand steadily, a roar echoed in Qin Jiang's ears, immediately followed by a fierce Aura that erupted from inside the house.
The next moment, Wang Minglang's figure appeared before him, his gaze fierce, and a terrifying Aura pressed down, like a flying tiger leaping into a ravine!
"Tell me! What are you afraid of?!"
Qin Jiang's eyes widened. In a hurry, he threw a punch in retaliation, but before his fist was even halfway out, it was forcefully interrupted by a huge power.
Wang Minglang grabbed his arm with one hand, an irresistible force pulling his body forward.
"Pfft!"
A fist landed on his lower abdomen. He felt as if his internal organs were shattered, and a mouthful of fresh blood gushed out.
"What? You don't even dare to resist? Then you might as well die!"
Wang Minglang's voice boomed in his ears. Qin Jiang's eyes were wide, feeling as if he were in a mountain forest, encountering a fierce tiger descending the mountain, with life and death hanging in the balance!
In an instant, his blood surged, his heart rate suddenly accelerated, and every part of his body was roaring.
He'll die! He'll die, he'll die, he'll die!
His mind suddenly shifted from fear of death to a defiant rage!
You want me to die?!!!
Kill!!!
His foot stomped the ground, power rising from beneath his feet.
Spin! Punch! A punch that surpassed his own limits was fiercely thrown!
Bang!
With a dull thud, the punch was firmly caught by Wang Minglang.
Qin Jiang's body went limp, losing all strength, and he slumped to the ground.
But his eyes were very bright, with a hint of understanding.
This feeling was like being caught by a cold wind while heavily drunk, only to suddenly realize he had just been drunk.
Since his Rebirth, a sense of urgency had always weighed on his heart, making him desperately seek more security.
Unbeknownst to him, his mind had actually been gradually twisting, becoming fearful of all uncertainties.
Only at this moment did he suddenly realize.
His palm rested on the fresh blood he had just spat out. It wasn't warm; instead, it carried a hint of coolness.
"Heh heh, startling wind blood. If this mouthful of blood had stayed in your body for too long, you wouldn't have been able to master Red Tiger Fist in this lifetime."
Wang Minglang said with a smile, his gaze satisfied yet somewhat complex.
He directly pulled Qin Jiang up, brushed the dust from his clothes, wiped the blood from his hands with a cloth, and then patted his shoulder.
"Not bad, there's still some will to fight to the death."
Qin Jiang stood still, his eyes clear.
The other students in the courtyard, however, were all a bit confused. What happened?
Holy cow, Qin-ge spat blood!
No, no! Master Wang is so fierce!!
Originally, they thought that although Wang Minglang was a Martial Artist, he was old, and his strength wouldn't be much.
But now it seemed he was still strong in his old age! He took down Qin-ge with one punch?!
"Alright, stop looking, Cultivate properly. Maybe one day, you'll also be able to beat up Qin Jiang!"
Wang Minglang shouted, with a hint of tiger's might. The students immediately began to Cultivate.
Beating up Qin-ge was probably impossible, but thinking about it was still allowed, right?
At the very least, beating up the Li Bo and Li Lang brothers would work, right?
"Come with me inside."
The two entered the house. Wang Minglang searched for a moment in a cabinet in the corner and pulled out a thumb-sized, dark block of glue.
He casually tossed it to Qin Jiang, "Eat it. It's for replenishing blood. I didn't expect you to have already reached the third layer. Your Cultivation talent is even better than your sister's."
Wang Minglang's gaze was complex. What kind of freaks were these siblings?
He had been surprised by that little girl Qin Hong back then, and now he was surprised again by the little girl's brother.
First, he entered the Realm overnight, and now he jumped from the second layer to the third layer overnight.
Qin Jiang caught it, looking at the somewhat dirty glue block in his hand. After a moment of hesitation, he bit the bullet and ate it.
The glue block melted in his mouth, and a warm current immediately surged through his body, circulating through his meridians along the path of his internal Qi. He clearly felt his internal Qi growing stronger.
After a while, the warm current gradually disappeared, and the discomfort caused by that punch also vanished.
Looking at the panel,
[Current Martial arts]
Longevity Five Qi Skill (First Layer) (36/250)
Iron Arm Fist (Third Layer) (72/400)
Earth Dragon Body (First Layer) (28/200)
[Potential Points: 3.8]
The progress of Iron Arm Fist increased by a full 50 points! Longevity Five Qi Skill and Earth Dragon Body also improved.
"What is this?" he asked with some curiosity.
If he could eat more, he could quickly Cultivate Iron Arm Fist to Perfection even without potential points!
Wang Minglang sat down and pouted, taking a puff from his large pipe, "It's gone. This is excellent tiger glue, and this one piece alone is worth thirty taels."
Qin Jiang lowered his head at the words. He knew that even if he offered money, Uncle Wang wouldn't take it.
"Thank you, Uncle Wang. If it weren't for this punch from you, I'm afraid I..."
"Stop, what are you saying? I wanted to, you don't need to thank me." Wang Minglang directly interrupted Qin Jiang.
Back then, when he first met Qin Hong, that little girl was still a handyman at a cloth shop.
Later, he brought Qin Hong to the courtyard to work. It could be said that he treated her completely as his own daughter.
After that, when Qin Hong came of age, he personally arranged for her to join the Red Tiger Gang.
And later, Qin Hong's rise was simply incredible to him.
He took a puff from his large pipe and looked at Qin Jiang.
If before, his affection for Qin Jiang was due to his love for Qin Hong, extending to her family.
Then after so many days of contact, he had actually come to regard Qin Jiang as... not exactly a son, but a nephew, perhaps.
After speaking, Qin Jiang remained silent, and Wang Minglang also quietly smoked his large pipe.
A moment later, Wang Minglang slowly spoke, "Do you know where you fall short compared to your sister?"
Qin Jiang's eyes lifted slightly at the question, "Where do I fall short?"
"Although you have the will to fight to the death, you don't truly have a fearless heart," Wang Minglang said.
"Fearless heart?" Qin Jiang didn't quite understand.
"Yes, your sister is the most talented person I've met in all these years, besides you. But if it's about willpower, then you're far behind your sister.
Your sister truly achieved fearlessness. How to put it, she gives people the feeling that nothing can stop her progress," Wang Minglang said.
"Then how do I acquire this fearless heart?" Qin Jiang asked.
Wang Minglang pouted, "How would I know?"
Qin Jiang smiled helplessly. Wang Minglang then continued, "However, although I don't know, I guess that to have a fearless heart, you must first have absolute confidence in yourself!
You must believe from the bottom of your heart that you can achieve everything you want to!"
Two days later, Qin Jiang was practicing Iron Arm Fist in the backyard of Shanman Restaurant. The wooden stakes had now been replaced with four iron stakes.
He wasn't just practicing his fist, but also his footwork and leg techniques.
After practicing, he sat in the courtyard, silently meditating.
'Absolute confidence, huh?'
Knock, knock.
A knock sounded, and a waiter from the restaurant pushed open the wooden gate in the wall and poked his head in, "Master Qin, the owner of Lius Blacksmith Shop is looking for you."