Porter's Immortal Cultivation: I Have Level 5 Full Inscriptions

All of them were accomplished martial artists, and when they attacked together, they naturally knew how to cooperate, and together they surrounded and killed Tong Renyuan from all sides.

Among them, Yang Silang and Tong Baisui were particularly skilled, both being Iron-Bone Martial Artists. When they made a move, their bones resonated, attacking the vital points of the opponent's body from the front and back. Ma Qianli and Zhu Tong were only Copper-Skin Martial Artists, but they were also very clever. They attacked Tong Renyuan's left and right sides, responsible for feinting attacks.

Ma and Zhu didn't expect anything else; they just wanted to divert some of Tong Renyuan's attention, forcing him to dodge and creating an opportunity for Yang Silang and Tong Baisui.

The four's goal was not to defeat Tong Renyuan, but to find a way to loosen the grip of this filthy martial arts master. As long as they stepped out of the circle around him, the four would win a match.

Tong Renyuan, facing attacks from all sides, let out a cold snort.

He tilted his head forward, actually taking the initiative to meet Yang Silang's heavy punch. He then hunched his waist and shrank his shoulders, as if he had eyes in the back of his head, and instantly dodged Tong Baisui's double punches to his ears!

clang!

A clear, ringing sound!

Yang Silang delivered a solid punch to Tong Renyuan's head, turning the man's skin a terrifying bluish-black.

He felt an immense force push back from the other person's head, making his arms numb and his internal organs ache, as if he had crashed into a mountain with all his might.

The mountain remained unmoved and unharmed, yet he was repelled by a counterforce.

"not good!"

Yang Silang hurriedly stepped backward using the Seven Star Step to retreat quickly, trying to dissipate the immense force. However, the force penetrated his entire body, causing his arms and legs to go numb and weak. He involuntarily staggered backward, only managing to regain his footing after retreating about ten feet!

Later, Tong Baisui saw Yang Silang being defeated.

At this moment, his fists missed their mark and collided with each other. He immediately changed his fists into palms, spread his ten fingers, brought his palms together, and then slammed them down into a heavy fist. His reaction was extremely fast.

Tong Renyuan didn't turn his head, but his ears twitched, and his back suddenly arched up like an old turtle stretching its back.

thump...

A deafening explosion.

Tong Baisui was thrown off his feet by the shockwave.

In fact, the incidents of Tong Renyuan shaking Yang Silang and Tong Baisui arching his back occurred almost simultaneously.

Over there, just as Ma Qianli and Zhu Tong's attacks reached his sides, he gently deflected them with both palms, scooping them up to the left and right. Ma Qianli and Zhu Tong felt a powerful force coming from them, and they were forced forward involuntarily. They barely missed Tong Renyuan's body, staggered forward, lost their balance, and fell flat on their faces.

In a single move, all four were defeated.

Yang Silang felt a chill run down his spine.

He now understood that the reason he was able to escape from the Heaven-Shattering Fist was because the other party truly regarded him as a pebble on the roadside, not even worth killing.

Otherwise, no matter how he tries to dodge, he will likely still die!

Coach Long only taught him breathing techniques, and his physical condition was not enough for Yang Silang to truly feel the terror of the Steel Dirty Martial Master. It was only with Tong Renyuan that he truly experienced the terror of the Steel Dirty Martial Master.

"Again!"

His eyes lit up with excitement, and he rushed forward again...

So what if we fail? It's normal for an Iron-Bone Martial Master to lose to a Steel-Dirty Martial Master. Since the other party is in a good mood and is feeding us moves, why not give it a try?

This is a golden opportunity that money can't buy!

As soon as he pounced, Tong Baisui naturally responded from behind, while Ma Qianli and Zhu Tong also got up and hurriedly joined the battle.

In the courtyard paved with flagstones.

Tong Renyuan stood in the middle, his legs rooted to the ground, barely moving. Four figures circled around him, punching and attacking him with all sorts of moves, but they still couldn't move him an inch, let alone knock him out of the circle!

This happened in just a short while.

Ma Qianli and Zhu Tongxian collapsed from exhaustion.

Although Tong Renyuan was a sparring partner, he deliberately brought a bit of martial arts killing intent to his attacks. In the eyes of the two, they had to use all their strength to defend themselves, and if they relaxed even slightly, they might lose their lives. Therefore, it was very physically and mentally exhausting. In just a short while, the two were completely drained.

Then came Tong Baisui, who also collapsed.

Yang Silang, on the other hand, was particularly resilient to battle due to the inscriptions. He even used the Rejuvenation Divine Power once in the middle of the fight, just to spar with such experts as more.

Thus, he spent twice as much time before finally retreating, panting heavily.

The child nodded in approval.

"Good prospect, so resilient!"

He was surprised. Both of them were Iron Bone Martial Masters, but this kid could last almost twice as long as his son!

However, he did not investigate the reason in detail.

Perhaps it was due to his special physique, or perhaps it was due to his miraculous cultivation techniques. He had seen many geniuses in the provincial capital, some of whom could do even better than others at the same level, which was not surprising.

In martial arts, it's about who can break through barriers step by step, surpass others, and amaze others in a short time. That's not all. Back then, his junior brother had better talent and deeper skills than him, but in the end, it was still him who became the Steel Dirty Grand Martial Master.

Tong Renyuan then turned to look at Zhu Tong.

"The moves I used to repel you were all the essence of my Mountain-Shaking Fist!"

"How much of it did you understand?"

Zhu Tong opened his mouth blankly, looking completely innocent, but inwardly he was already wailing.

Do you understand?

Uncle-Master, what are you talking about? Wasn't I just getting beaten up?

I didn't know anything, I just kept trying to tough it out!

Seeing his blank expression, Tong Renyuan waved his hand helplessly.

"I was too hasty. How much can a mere brute like you understand?"

"How about this, after the martial arts examination results are released, you stay a few days longer. Then, Master Bai will teach you this Mountain-Shaking Fist. Go back and show it to your master, so he can see my insights from the past ten years."

"The secret of Zhenshanquan lies in the word 'zhen,' which emphasizes the two words 'vibration,' while the wonder of my Hanshanquan lies in the word 'han,' which emphasizes the words 'powerful, fierce, and courageous.'"

"I'll share everything I know even at a hundred years old; let's see how much you can learn!"

Zhu Tong's face lit up with joy, and he quickly thanked him.

Tong Renyuan then looked at Yang Silang.

"I've been watching you practice your breathing every day; you've already started trying to break through to the Steel-Dirty Grandmaster level, haven't you?"

"You should also stay a few days later. When I practice standing meditation and breathing, you can watch me. Although we learn different techniques, we can still learn something from them."

Yang Silang was overjoyed and bowed sincerely to express his gratitude. It was a rare opportunity to observe up close how a master of steel-colored martial arts practiced his breathing and regulated his internal organs.

This time, we really benefited from Zhu Tong's influence.

After everyone had rested and caught their breath, Tong Renyuan gave them another round of training before waving for them to disperse and rest.

At night.

A family banquet was set up again in the main hall to send off the few who would be participating in the martial arts examination the next day.

A round table is laden with delicious food and wine.

Tong Renyuan sat in the center, with Madam Tong beside him, followed by his son and successor Tong Baisui, Zhu Tong, Yang Silang, Ma Qianli, and Wang Daniu sitting around him.

In keeping with social etiquette, Tong Renyuan naturally raised his glass and offered a few words of encouragement to everyone.

"Bai Sui and Si Lang must work hard to get good grades."

"Zhu Tong and Qianli, you must also do your best. Losing is not terrible. Having seen many masters, you understand the gap between you and them. This will allow you to practice martial arts even more diligently in the future, and you will surely pass the next exam!"