Sword drawn from the constellations, poison as its edge.

Chapter 118 Devastating Force, Fists Like Pestle

Upon hearing that they were looking for trouble with Murong Fu, Jiang Mingzhe became interested: "Qiao Feng of the North and Murong Fu of the South are famous throughout the world. I really admire you for daring to cause trouble for them. However, my sister and I were joking around, and this gentleman interrupted us without thinking. He was very impolite. I'd like to punish him by knocking out a few teeth as a small lesson. Does anyone have any objections?"

Upon hearing this, some of the group remained expressionless, while others let out strange laughs. Some even exclaimed, "This pretty boy is so arrogant! Does he really think he's some kind of Southern Murong?"

The man who had just tried to buy Mu Wanqing laughed loudly, hands on his hips, "Come on, come on! You little bastard, you can't knock my teeth out. I'm not paying for this chick..."

Before he finished speaking, Jiang Mingzhe flashed in front of him and slapped him four times across the face. He then retreated to his original spot and laughed, "Still dare to talk nonsense? I'll punish you with a few more teeth."

As he moved, no one could even see how he lifted his leg or took a step. They only felt that his movements were so fast, like a ghost, and for a moment, there was complete silence.

Looking at the person who had been beaten, his cheeks were red and swollen, like a child's chubby bottom with eczema. He lowered his head and, like farting, spat out a lot of bloody teeth.

The cold-faced man's expression grew even colder. He tucked his hands into his sleeves, took a step forward, and hissed, "So young, yet so skilled. Could you really be Nan Murong?"

As soon as he said this, the twenty-odd people behind him tucked their hands into their sleeves as if warming themselves in winter, and twenty-odd pairs of eyes stared at Jiang Mingzhe with a sinister look.

Jiang Mingzhe shook his head and said, "I'm not some Southern Murong. Haven't you heard of the Black and White Duo?"

When Mu Wanqing heard him announce this name, she was overjoyed. She drew her longsword in a flash and said proudly, "That's right, the Black and White Duo are here. Who among you dares to act rashly?"

The cold-faced man said, "Hmph, we, the Qingcheng Sect of Western Sichuan, are not to be trifled with. Our sect leader, Sima Wei, is my father. My name is Sima Lin. My junior brother was just joking, and you knocked out more than a dozen of his teeth. You Black and White Duo are too ruthless."

Jiang Mingzhe laughed and said, "Is that what you call ruthless? A few days ago, we went to a temple to burn incense, and some Shaolin monks were talking nonsense. One of them had his dantian destroyed, and another lost his life. That's what you call ruthless. I only held back because I saw that you dared to cause trouble for the Murong family. It's just a dozen or so teeth. You can get a gold tooth later. You'll look impressive and domineering. Isn't that pretty good?"

Sima Lin narrowed his eyes and said, "Making up stories to scare kids? I don't believe you dare mess with Shaolin, you little bastard. Heh, a mere dozen or so teeth? Well, I'll knock out a dozen or so of your teeth, and you can come and get this pretty set of gold teeth fitted in, how about that?"

Jiang Mingzhe smiled and said, "In the world of martial arts, it's all about who has the bigger fist. If you think your fist is bigger than mine, then come and fight me."

Sima Lin slowly nodded: "Fine, it seems you're convinced your fists are bigger than ours. Damn it, we have over twenty fists, I don't believe we can't beat you, you little bastard! Let's fight!"

As he shouted and made his move, he pulled both hands out of his sleeves. In his left hand, he held a seven-inch iron cone with a bent tip that looked like lightning. In his right hand, he held an octagonal hammer with a foot-long handle and a hammerhead the size of a child's fist. It was the Qingcheng Sect's unique weapon, the "Thunderbolt"!
With a flick of his right hand, the small hammer whistled as it struck Jiang Mingzhe's head. With a flip of his left hand, the iron awl shot silently into Jiang Mingzhe's thigh. One move was both open and hidden, one yin and one yang; the techniques were quite extraordinary.

Jiang Mingzhe neither dodged nor yielded, but threw a punch that struck first despite being behind, which was the first move of the Great Vajra Pestle, "Crushing Pestle and Splitting Mountain".

His punch seemed ordinary, but it actually contained a great deal of hidden meaning—

When throwing a punch, the palm is loosely clenched with the knuckles facing upwards. The fist appears to be pushing straight, but it is actually a smashing force, as if holding an invisible pestle to smash the opponent's head. The real point of impact is the chest. At the moment of impact, the fist is clenched tightly, and the force is extraordinary!
Jiang Mingzhe only used two or three tenths of his strength, but Sima Lin was as if he had been smashed in the face by an iron pestle. He fell backward with his head tilted back. His two fellow disciples reached out to help him up, but they felt that Sima Lin was as heavy as a thousand pounds. The three of them fell down together and became rolling gourds on the ground.

The pockmarked man shouted in horror, "Charge side by side!"

All the Qingcheng disciples drew their hands at once, each holding a cone and a hammer. The pockmarked man raised his iron cone and aimed it at Jiang Mingzhe, then struck the cone with his small hammer, sending out a beam of green light with a whoosh. The speed was even faster than Mu Wanqing's sleeve arrow.

Jiang Mingzhe's figure flickered and he disappeared from the spot, so the hidden weapon naturally missed its target.

The pockmarked man hurriedly turned his head and saw Jiang Mingzhe had already rushed into the crowd. He spun around and swept his arm, sending five or six people flying with a single move called "Whirling Sweep of a Thousand Armies." Then, with a twist of his foot, he unleashed "Forceful Sweep of Demons," his fists raining down in all directions, causing seven or eight more people to howl and fall to the ground. The pockmarked man was terrified. He mustered all his strength and lunged forward, wildly smashing his small hammer like a phoenix nodding.

Hearing the wind whistling behind him, Jiang Mingzhe immediately followed up with a "Turning Back and Striking" move, his right arm slamming down from above. The pockmarked man couldn't dodge and barely managed to parry with his arm. As their arms crossed, the pockmarked man was sent flying as if he had been hit by a dump truck, without even uttering a sound.

Mu Wanqing stared in disbelief. These Qingcheng Sect disciples were all skilled in martial arts, but Jiang Mingzhe's Great Vajra Pestle was unstoppable. With each punch, at least one person fell. He was truly rampaging through the enemy's territory as if he were in an empty field.

Before he could finish a set of punches, there was no one left standing around.

Jiang Mingzhe stood proudly in the middle, his expression still showing some unsatisfaction. He encouraged the others, saying, "Don't play dead! I only used two or three tenths of my strength. Get up and keep fighting! A real man must be indomitable and become stronger when facing stronger opponents!"

As soon as he said this, several young disciples gritted their teeth and tried to get up, but were immediately pulled back by their more experienced uncles and senior brothers, who scolded them in low voices: "You little bastard, are you out of your mind? You think you can just get up just because someone tells you to?"

Only Sima Lin struggled to his feet. Seeing Jiang Mingzhe looking over, he hurriedly dropped his weapon, clasped his hands, and said, "We won't fight anymore! We won't fight anymore! We were blind to your greatness. We hope the Black and White Duo will be magnanimous and let us go."

Jiang Mingzhe sighed, "I had already punished that guy by knocking out more than a dozen teeth, and that would have been the end of it. But you all insisted on having a contest to see who had the bigger fist. Now that the contest is over, you want to stop just by saying you're not going to fight anymore? Didn't I fight for nothing?"

After listening for a moment, Sima Lin gave a bitter smile and said, "What you say is quite right. In that case, I will leave my left hand. I wonder if that will appease your anger?"

Upon hearing this, the members of the Qingcheng Sect all cried out in alarm: "Nephew, you mustn't!" "Senior brother, you mustn't!"

"shut up!"

Sima Lin, with tears in his eyes, shouted, "I am the young sect leader of this sect. Now that my father has passed away, before a new sect leader is chosen, I shall be in charge! Uncle Jiang, Uncle Meng, and all junior brothers, listen to my command!"

Seeing that he had revealed his identity as the young sect leader, the crowd dared not make a sound. Two tall, thin old men and the pockmarked man stepped forward, clasped their hands, and said, "Young sect leader."

Sima Lin said, "Since I've severed this hand, there's no need to go to Suzhou. The matter of bringing this matter to justice will be handled by the three of you..."

Before he could finish speaking, Jiang Mingzhe frowned and interrupted, "Wait a minute, what do you mean by 'a broken hand'? You're just talking to yourself. Did I agree to that?"

Sima Lin's face grew increasingly pale, as if he wasn't satisfied yet, when he heard Jiang Mingzhe say, "Your master died at the hands of Nan Murong?"

Uncle-Master Jiang said with grief and indignation, "That's right, my senior brother died from his most skilled move, 'Moon-Shattering Cone.' Besides the Murong family using his own methods against him, we can't think of anyone else who could have done it!"

Jiang Mingzhe blinked, thinking that the person who could do such a thing was probably my older brother Murong Bo. Did this older brother think that my nephew was too idle and was causing trouble everywhere to make him take the blame?

Nodding, he said, "No wonder you went to cause trouble for Nan Murong. Hmm, speaking of which, we Black and White Duo are also heading to Suzhou. How about this, your Qingcheng Sect will cover our travel expenses, food, and lodging along the way, and we'll consider the previous matter forgotten. Do you accept this punishment?"

Sima Lin and the others immediately showed their delight. The pockmarked man, Zhu Baokun, was the only son of a famous wealthy man in Guanxian County, Sichuan. He had brought boxes of gold and silver as travel expenses for this trip, so he didn't care about having two more people.
They repeatedly said, "We accept the punishment, we accept the punishment. It is our Qingcheng Sect's blessing to be able to travel with the Black and White Duo!"

(End of this chapter)