47: At Jingtao Martial Arts School, the senior disciple is enraged!

Jingtao Martial Arts School, Martial Arena.

"Aaaah—!"

Zhao Hu's heart-wrenching screams echoed across the wide Martial Arena.

He knelt on the ground, his crippled wrist crudely wrapped in cloth strips.

Blood had soaked through the white cloth, looking shocking to the eye.

Sweat ran down his cheeks, mixing with tears and snot.

A tall figure stood before him; it was the Senior Brother of Jingtao Martial Arts School, Wang Meng.

Wang Meng was bare-chested, his bulging muscles clearly defined.

His bronze skin shimmered with a layer of oil in the morning light.

He was eight feet tall, standing like a small mountain.

His entire body exuded an oppressive Aura.

He was only twenty-two this year, yet he was already a Late-stage Condensing Yuan Realm expert; among the younger generation in the south of Jinling City, he could walk as he pleased.

"Senior Brother! You must seek justice for me!"

Zhao Hu's voice was hoarse as he threw himself at Wang Meng's feet.

"That kid, he's not human at all! He's a devil!"

"We just wanted to discuss things with him peacefully."

"To ask him to give up that ominous courtyard."

"He... he didn't say a word and immediately went for the kill!"

He looked up, tear stains on his Face, pointing at his injured hand, his voice rising a few notches.

"He even said! He said what kind of trash is our Jingtao Martial Arts School!"

"The territory in the south of the city, if he likes it, it's his!"

"He also said... said that in his eyes, the School Master doesn't even count as a fart!"

Several other Jingtao Martial Arts School Disciples who had gone with him...

Hearing Zhao Hu's exaggerated words now, they also chimed in.

"Yeah, Senior Brother! That kid is truly arrogant beyond limits!"

"He didn't respect our Jingtao Martial Arts School at all!"

"With one punch, with just one punch, he crippled Senior Brother Zhao's hand!"

"He's definitely a Condensing Essence Realm expert, deliberately pretending to be an ordinary person just to slap our Face!"

Another Disciple also complained.

"Senior Brother, with that punch of his, I could feel the fierce wind even from a distance. It was terrifying!"

"That kid was clearly humiliating us on purpose!"

Wang Meng's Face gradually turned ashen as he listened to the wailing and complaints of Zhao Hu and the others.

How badly Zhao Hu was injured didn't matter.

What mattered was that this behavior made the long-dominant Jingtao Martial Arts School lose its dignity.

Someone had ruthlessly slapped Wang Meng's Face, and slapped the dignity of Jingtao Martial Arts School.

Bang!

Wang Meng suddenly raised his foot, carrying the momentum of wind and thunder, and kicked a stone lock used for training at the edge of the field.

That giant stone lock, weighing hundreds of catties, flew several meters away under his kick.

Stone chips flew, and dust filled the air.

"Good! Very good!"

Wang Meng's voice was low, carrying a chilling Killing Intent.

His muscles tightened, veins bulging, looking like a beast about to explode.

"A piece of trash who crawled out of some gutter dares to act wild on the territory of my Jingtao Martial Arts School!"

He grabbed Zhao Hu from the ground with a rough movement, making Zhao Hu cry out in pain again.

"Stop crying! You useless thing!"

Wang Meng's voice was full of disdain and anger.

"Just because someone broke your hand, you're only capable of wailing here!"

He turned around, threw Zhao Hu aside, and roared at the other Disciples.

"Go! Investigate!"

"Turn over every stone to find out that kid's background!"

"I want to see what kind of three-headed, six-armed monster he is!"

"To dare not give our Jingtao Martial Arts School Face in the southern district!"

Although Wang Meng was fuming with rage, his mind remained clear.

If that kid had a deep background, wouldn't he be the next Zhao Hu?

Once he investigated clearly, he would naturally take action if the guy had no background.

If he did have a background, Wang Meng would go to his door to apologize and make amends.

If there was no background...

Humph!

Then don't blame him for being ruthless!

Wang Meng had practiced martial arts at Jingtao Martial Arts School since childhood; he was exceptionally talented and regarded by the School Master as his successor.

He had smooth sailing all the way, and what did he rely on!

He relied on being steady.

Don't be fooled by his burly appearance!

He stretched his limbs, making a series of crackling sounds.

"Yes!"

...South City, Market.

The crowd was bustling, and the noise was like a tide.

The air was filled with the aroma of various foods, mixed with the scent of earth and bodies.

The cries of street vendors rose and fell, and the laughter of children was constant.

The wheels of ox carts and horse carriages rolled over the bluestone road, playing a symphony of marketplace life.

Li Qing walked through the crowd, carrying the large green fish that had stopped struggling.

His steps were leisurely and steady.

The green fish weighed about ten catties; its body was smooth, and its scales shimmered with a faint luster in the sunlight.

He easily found a fishmonger and, after a simple negotiation, exchanged it for dozens of copper coins and a tael of broken silver.

Such large fish from the Great River...

...were favorites of the wealthy.

Because large catches were rare...

...they were often in short supply.

Naturally, the price was also higher.

The copper coins jingled, and the broken silver felt cold in his palm.

He was in no hurry to go back.

Instead, he strolled leisurely through the Market.

Now that he had some cash on hand, he could buy some daily necessities for himself.

He went to a rice shop and bought a bag of fine rice; the grains were plump and gave off a faint fragrance.

Then, at an oil mill, he bought a small jar of clear rapeseed oil.

Next, he picked out some long-lasting vegetables like cabbage, radishes, and potatoes, and bought some salt and seasonings.

The feeling of holding food in his hands gave him a sense of security.

This was a completely different feeling.

It was different from the charity of the martial arts school, and different from his previous financial distress.

This was the first time he had used his own strength to earn a living in an upright manner.

This feeling gave him a sense of satisfaction.

A moment later.

He also walked to a medicinal herb shop and stopped for a while.

The shop was filled with a rich smell of herbs.

Various dried herbs were categorized and placed on wooden shelves.

There were no precious medicines among the herbs.

His hope of finding a hidden gem fell through.

Afterward, he came to a larger teahouse.

One copper coin was exchanged for a bowl of plain tea.

Although he possessed a powerful Physical Body from the Clone's feedback, he was still a layman regarding the martial arts System of this world.

He needed to understand; he needed to learn.

His current body, though tempered by the life essence feedback from his Clone to be far beyond ordinary people...

...combined with the talent shared by the Clone...

...had allowed his strength to reach an incredible level, but he ultimately lacked a systematic Cultivate method.

He lacked knowledge of martial arts and mastery of Move techniques.

He was like a race car driver with a powerful engine but no knowledge of how to drive.

He needed an identity.

An identity that could cover his continuous growth in strength.

An identity that would allow him to Cultivate with peace of mind and turn his strength into reality.

He couldn't go back to Fierce Wind Martial Arts Hall.

He had already resigned, and as a mere attendant, he had no right to learn martial arts.

As for Jingtao Martial Arts School, he had directly made enemies with them, so he naturally wouldn't walk into their trap.

He did have land deeds, but the scope for learning martial arts through land deeds was limited.

Now that he had moved to a new place...

...the land deeds would inevitably become invalid.

Each martial arts school managed a different territorial range.

As for how to acquire more territory and recruit more Disciples...

...it was through battles between the martial arts schools.

Dividing the jurisdictional areas.

He pricked up his ears and listened to the casual chatter of the people around him.

"Have you heard? Tieshan Martial Arts School in the north of the city is recruiting new Disciples again. It's said that their School Master's Iron Mountain Lean can knock down a wall!"

An old man said to the young man beside him, his tone carrying a hint of awe.

"That's nothing. I heard that Feiyun Martial Arts Hall in the west of the city has superb lightness skills; their Disciples can Fly over eaves and walk on walls!"

"Last time the City Lord's Mansion was capturing a fugitive, it was a Disciple of Feiyun Martial Arts Hall who caught up first!"

Another voice countered, clearly favoring Feiyun Martial Arts Hall more.

"I think Benlei Martial Arts School in the east of the city is quite good. Their fist techniques are fierce and vigorous; at their peak, they can make a sound like thunder, which is terrifying to hear!"

Various pieces of information about the martial arts schools in Jinling City flowed into Li Qing's mind like small streams, and he recorded and categorized them one by one.

In his mind, he sketched out the general outlines of these martial arts schools.

Tieshan Martial Arts School focuses on strength and defense.

Feiyun Martial Arts Hall is good at speed and movement.

Benlei Martial Arts School emphasizes explosive power and ferocity... He already had a choice in his heart.

A place where he could truly learn something.