Devouring Evil Martial Arts, Eliminating Demons from All Heavens

Chapter 129 Boldness and Attentiveness

The man's eyes flickered, and he couldn't help but laugh again.

"It's alright, it's alright, after all, he's an old ghost."

Li Guangzong and his gang were a decent source of supply for the Ghost Market.

As the head of the purchasing department, Wang Bo personally led a team to pick up the goods this time, and as per regulations, he brought the best-of-the-line inspection equipment.

This is the most advanced portable scanning machine in the Americas, a masterpiece of a giant corporation. Even the American military has not yet been able to negotiate a price for it and get it in place.

The ghost market has close business ties with overseas countries, which is why they came up with this system.

The most valuable aspect of this device is its ability to roughly detect signs of a warlock casting spells.

Furthermore, it is far more resistant to interference from psychic spells than ordinary electronic devices.

Although these machines cannot be equipped with anything lethal in order to avoid triggering the crisis instincts of the powerful.

But it's incredibly effective for remote investigation.

Moreover, this is in a science and technology park, at the robotics competition venue.

"Manager, since there's a problem with this transaction, why don't we just withdraw? Transportation has been disrupted recently, and there are already a lot of goods that can't be shipped overseas."

"Having too many unorthodox magical artifacts together can be risky, so there's no need to put too much effort into this one deal."

The subordinate had just offered his opinion when he was met with the supervisor's dark gaze. He suddenly felt a dry mouth and his heart was racing.

“Originally, we might have had a real headache with transportation and storage issues, but now, several directors are demanding that there be as much as possible.”

Wang Bo tugged at the collar of his sweater, seemingly feeling his neck was too stuffy. His pupils trembled slightly for no apparent reason, revealing intense emotions.

"We abandoned the business as soon as the Golden Knife Martial Arts School people showed up. What kind of business is that?"

"Terrified at the mere mention of their name, fleeing at the sight of them?"

Wang Bo chuckled, "Heh, no, they haven't even shown up yet."

His subordinate, angered by what he'd been told, subconsciously licked his dry lips: "Then let's find a way to take them out?"

"Correct!"

Wang Bo responded with a smile, but suddenly his expression became a little strange. He reached up and scratched the back of his neck, then looked back at the screen.

"No, that's not right!"

"How can we possibly take down Feng Jianhua and Yuan Chongxiao?"

Wang Bo fell into deep thought and instructed, "First, thoroughly examine the information on the Golden Knife Martial Arts School."

After reviewing the data retrieved by his subordinates, Wang Bo smiled with satisfaction.

The snow is falling heavier and heavier today, and the ground that was just shoveled is covered with white streaks again.

The people in the science park, who were originally deliberately looking for icy places outside to test the robots' mobility, are now all seeking refuge in the exhibition hall and entering the competition area.

The snow was falling heavily, splattering against the glass door.

Inside the Golden Knife Martial Arts School, the snow on the frozen river was piling up thicker and thicker.

The fluffy snowflakes were blown askew by the wind.

Some of the lion cubs on the railing had most of their bodies covered by snow, but the other half of their paws were still exposed.

The gate on the other side of the bridge was still open.

As soon as the snowflakes blew in, they melted quickly.

Near the entrance, there was a large area of ​​standing water, but it had not yet spread to the center of the room.

Chu Tianshu sat there cross-legged, his hair loose over his shoulders, wearing only a black long-sleeved sweater with a pattern of golden rose branches on the front and back.

The Three-Seven Divine Sword was tightly bound at her waist, and her black trousers were equally thin.

His heat neutralized the snowflakes, but not the wind outside.

The canvases hanging on the wall were still being gently swayed by the wind.

When he looked into the mirror, he saw not only the character "杀" (kill) formed by the candlelight, but also those flickering paintings.

A dense surge of spiritual power, like a transparent flame, seeped from the divine sword at his waist into his entire body, swelling and contracting intermittently. His hands pressed tightly against his knees, and his entire body was straining against each other.

The soft drumbeats that should have sounded during Chu Tianshu's practice became even deeper.

The combined circulation of concentrated mental energy and the qi and blood of the fist technique is like hiding fourteen drumheads under thick, sticky mud.

Even though the drumhead was constantly vibrating, no outsiders could hear any sound.

It's likely that only when the underwater gold sand is stirred up more and more by the drumhead and breaks through the mud will it be possible to achieve this.

Only the deepest, most hidden emotions can be revealed in a completely new and brilliant way.

"The cervical vertebrae that support the head..."

Chu Tianshu's shoulders were slightly hunched, and his muscles bulged towards the center.

It's as if two small hills stretch out and connect, arching in the middle to form a larger hill.

The contours of the muscles are prominent, flowing smoothly from the neck to the head.

Chu Tianshu's long hair was slightly raised, the strands resembling small snakes, tangled and curled at the ends.

Concentrated mental energy also poured into the shoulders and neck.

Chu Tianshu's shoulders were filled with this force, stretching to both sides, and his skin became even tighter. His arms, which were pressed on his knees, changed position slightly, with his elbows pointing outwards.

However, his wrist gradually extended beyond his sleeve.

The ankles extended further beyond the pant legs, and the veins on the ankles became more evenly colored.

Whoops! !
A long trail of white vapor shot out from Chu Tianshu's mouth.

The candle flames in front of the mirror, which had been flickering and moving in different directions, suddenly pressed down on the mirror surface all at once.

It seemed that these flames could not withstand the pressure brought by Chu Tianshu.

The figure sitting cross-legged in the mirror appeared to have visibly expanded in size.

With flowing black hair, thick eyebrows, and sharp eyes, he was practicing his martial arts with great enthusiasm, a slight smile revealing the tips of his teeth.

To an expert, the murderous aura emanating from the surrounding canvases was originally quite striking.

In the first day or two, once the door was opened, the wind blowing through the long bridge aroused a murderous aura, and many students subconsciously avoided getting close to it.

However, over the past few days, that murderous aura has been both depleted and increasingly absorbed by Chu Tianshu.

His imposing presence blended seamlessly with the murderous aura depicted in the paintings.

Because when he practiced his skills, his mind was focused inward, and the murderous aura around him also subsided.

Qi Lianyong has been coming over to take a look every couple of times these past few days. Aside from seeing the wind and snow crossing the bridge, the whole room moving, hair, candlelight, and canvas all fluttering about.

That feeling of having a knife pointed directly at my brow is gone.

"If I didn't know that he cultivated both body and mind, and that his boxing style involved training internal strength, I would have almost thought he was a practitioner of internal energy."

Qi Lianyong held up an umbrella to shield himself from the snow, paused for a moment, and was filled with emotion.

If someone practices internal energy cultivation, it wouldn't be strange for them to see snow melt into water and their hair fluttering in the wind.

He thought of the two documents Chu Tianshu had sent him, "Gluttony Fist" and "Palm Thunder," and couldn't help but feel motivated to practice more. He turned and headed towards the cafeteria.

Chu Tianshu knew that Teacher Qi had come and gone behind his back, but he didn't think much of it.

Maintaining his swollen posture, Chu Tianshu returned to his normal posture after more than twenty minutes.

"Cool!"

Chu Tianshu paused his practice, channeling his mental energy back into his belt, a slight sheen of sweat appearing on his forehead.

He stopped moving his muscles and bones, and simply felt the lingering aura in the room.

"Aura" is a metaphorical term, seemingly similar to psychic power, but not quite the same.

A steep, precarious cliff, seemingly about to plunge, naturally possesses a certain imposing presence.

But that cliff certainly didn't emit any spiritual energy outwards.

The aura of a martial artist, in a similar situation, is even more vivid than that of a perilous cliff.

Therefore, a martial artist's aura can easily dissipate if he is not fully focused on maintaining it.

Chu Tianshu sensed the dissipation of the aura in the room, half-closed his eyes, and changed his state of enlightenment from inward to outward.

The art of insight is to start with the outside and then work your way in.

He now lets his senses flow outward naturally, responding to the changes in atmosphere both inside and outside the room. While not as clear as his perception techniques, his influence extends further and wider.

He vaguely sensed a figure climbing over the wall of the martial arts school.

"Oh?"

Chu Tianshu snapped back to his senses, stood up, and tiptoed to the window on the south wall.

From this angle of the window, it's impossible to see anyone moving around.

He opened the window two inches, and the sound of the south wind rushed in more clearly. The air currents from both sides converged, and the candles next to him were instantly extinguished.

Chu Tianshu listened intently.

There are really people!

The martial arts school students have been suspended from classes recently, and it's broad daylight, so there's absolutely no need for them to climb over the wall to get in.

After Wang Bo climbed over the wall, he took a deep breath and took the first few steps, leaving only faint footprints.

Only when he reached the road surface marked with other people's footprints did he set off with a firm footing.

The building in front of us has excellent sound insulation.

Because the first floor is a quiet room for students to practice meditation, the image was scanned and spied on from a distance by the smart device and fed back to the car's computer.

On the first floor, there is currently only one student practicing internal energy cultivation.

The second floor houses Feng Jianhua's studio and study, while the third floor contains the principal's bedroom.

Those who engage in underground business should adhere to the principle of being bold yet meticulous. If they are not bold enough, they might as well go into legitimate business.

However, directly engaging in combat with those renowned masters who have been famous for many years is somewhat suicidal.

After reviewing the information about Jin Dao Martial Arts School, Wang Bo discovered that several of the school's department heads were located in other places.

The principal and vice-principal are now in the East Suburbs Science and Technology Park.

He immediately decided to go straight to the martial arts school.

The principal and vice-principal both live on campus, so their collections must contain some good stuff.

Taking their collection would not only be a way to get revenge, but also bring tangible benefits.

However, the severity of this retaliation was still a bit too weak.

When the opportunity arises, we should turn all those who have offended us into our own kind.

"Yes, let's become the same kind, hahaha!"

Wang Bo chuckled to himself, unaware that there was anything strange about his own thoughts.

In just a moment, his caution resurfaced.

"It is said that Feng Jianhua's incense-making skills are quite remarkable. Although they are not magic, they are quite effective."

"I will first roll around in the snow, using the mental technique of 'Spiritual Turtle Meditation' which I have practiced for many years. Even if there is a fragrance, I can hide in the snow. After I come out, I will discard my clothes to prevent being tracked."

Wang Bo saw that there was a thick patch of snow on the side, and with his light and agile movements, he rolled over it.

His clothes, especially his black sweater, were instantly covered in snow and ice, which also got on his face and hair.

Strangely, even the snowflakes stuck to his face did not melt from his body heat.

His white hair and eyebrows made him look like a ghost emerging from the snow and ice, running up the southwest corner of the building.

Upon reaching the third floor, Wang Bo's figure flickered again, like a gecko climbing a wall, rapidly approaching the third-floor window.

The internal force seeped into the window frame, and the window opened silently.

Wang Bo, wrapped in the cold wind, jumped into the room.

There are three large wardrobes in the corner, a large bed, a TV cabinet on the other side, and a bookshelf wall.

This bedroom is spacious and simply furnished.

Wang Bo immediately spotted the three large wardrobes.

Older generations don't like to set up separate safes to hide things; they often set up traps inside wardrobes instead.

Just as he was about to take a step forward, a sudden jolt went down his neck, and he instinctively turned around.

Just at that very moment, a figure crouched up on the third-floor windowsill.

"Thief?"

Before Chu Tianshu could finish speaking, Wang Bo suddenly attacked.

It turns out they weren't thieves, they were robbers.

Hurrah.

(End of this chapter)