Ten years of dormancy: Starting as a martial arts master at the pinnacle

"Why say so much? We're both martial artists, let's settle this with our skills."

Mad Dog Taoist was hunched over, but his voice was shrill.

He squinted, carefully examining the young man in front of him.

He was fascinated by the surging energy and blood in Li Changsheng's body.

Even so, Mad Dog Taoist did not lose his composure, but was very clear about what he should do now.

To reveal one's identity.

They certainly couldn't win an argument against Li Changqing and Li Changsheng, who came from the Grand Canal Gang.

If you know you can't win an argument but still try to fight it out, you're just asking for trouble.

It would be better to simply change course and test the strength of both sides.

This is the real theme of their battle this time.

Li Changqing nodded in admiration, "Uncle Crown Prince is truly remarkable. How could you train assassins from the Wind and Rain Pavilion to be like this?"

"It is your uncle's duty to educate the people. Nephew, don't be discouraged. If you have any disobedient or unruly subordinates, your uncle won't mind helping you to discipline them properly."

Although most of the bodyguards were dressed in night clothes and had their faces covered with black cloths.

But there are always some mavericks who don't bother with disguise. With their striking physical features, even if they tried to disguise themselves, it wouldn't matter; others could still recognize them at a glance.

Crown Prince Li Yuanqian had obviously also recognized the identities of many of the secret guards in the Prince of Qin's mansion through his subordinates.

The traitors of Fengyulou were certainly not honorable.

Are traitors in the assassin camp honorable? Let alone monks who betray their masters and ancestors, or notorious bandits…

Just as the two were talking, Mad Dog Taoist made his move.

He, who was already hunched over, suddenly landed on all fours.

He scrambled towards Li Changsheng at lightning speed...

"What is this?"

The experts under Li Changqing couldn't help but frown when they saw Mad Dog Taoist's actions.

They couldn't understand why someone would bite like a mad dog.

Can this posture really enhance a martial artist's strength?

They quickly figured it out.

Although they themselves cannot do it, Mad Dog Taoist really can.

Facing the mad dog-like Taoist who pounced on him, Li Changsheng raised his sword to parry.

"Snapped!"

The sword that was slashing forward was caught in the jaws of the Mad Dog Taoist. Li Changsheng struggled, and the Mad Dog Taoist's lip was immediately cut, causing a lot of blood to flow out.

However, he seemed to feel no pain. The moment he bit Li Changsheng's sword, his hands, like sharp claws, tore at Li Changsheng's arm.

His fingernails suddenly grew several inches longer, becoming as black as ink.

"poisonous!"

A subordinate standing next to Li Changqing exclaimed in surprise.

Judging from the color of the nails, they could all imagine that the venom on those claws was definitely not light.

Li Changqing looked alright, seemingly not too worried.

"Your Highness?"

"Don't underestimate my elder brother!"

A prodigy capable of creating his own martial arts, he cultivates his skills from the acquired to the level of a grandmaster.

There was no renowned teacher to guide them, nor any miraculous medicines to enhance their abilities.

Li Changsheng has overcome countless difficulties to get to this point.

His strength was naturally different from what everyone thought.

Faced with the venomous claws, he decisively let go and retreated.

Seeing his precious sword so easily taken away by the other party.

Li Changsheng remained unfazed, and as he retreated, he loosened his belt.

As the belt was untied, a series of throwing knives suddenly appeared before everyone.

"Is it coming?"

It had been almost a year since Li Changqing had seen his elder brother's flying knife formation.

During this year, Li Changsheng broke through the bottlenecks of Grandmaster and Great Grandmaster.

It's just one step away from the legendary realm of carefree ease.

I wonder how his flying knife formation has evolved?

Just as Li Changqing was thinking this, Li Changsheng had already thrown the throwing knife in his hand.

"call out!"

"call out!!"

……

Two throwing knives pierced through the air and appeared instantly in front of Mad Dog Taoist.

"You think you can get away with this kind of cheap trickery?"

Mad Dog Taoist reached out to block; his black claws were incredibly hard.

Even when going head-to-head with a flying knife, he still doesn't suffer any losses.

The leaders of the Grand Canal Gang felt even more frustrated upon seeing this result.

Even Li Changsheng, a genius who appears only once in a century, couldn't gain the slightest advantage when facing the Crown Prince's subordinates.

You should know that this Mad Dog Taoist was not even a trusted confidant of the Crown Prince.

He might not even get a number in line.

How much water must have been in their heads before they thought that by getting in touch with His Highness the Crown Prince, they could preserve the foundation of the Grand Canal Gang?

With their strength, even if they abandon their allies after using them, what can they do to them?

Just as everyone was thinking this, Li Changsheng's throwing knives, like laser gun bullets, kept shooting towards Mad Dog Taoist. Seeing that one or two had no effect, he seemed to want to win by sheer numbers.

"Childish tricks, ridiculous!"

Mad Dog Taoist was like a wild dog, running around on all fours.

But he still mocked Li Changsheng, believing that Li Changsheng's idea of ​​using these throwing knives to deal with him was nothing short of a pipe dream.

On the contrary, the expressions of the several powerful cultivators at the Free and Unfettered Realm in the Crown Prince's residence were rather strange.

"What's wrong?"

How astonishing was Crown Prince Li Yuanqian's insight?

He quickly noticed the emotions of his men and immediately asked them about it.

"The puppy was too careless!"

"There has never been such a throwing knife technique in the martial arts world. Even if there were, it would never reach the level of a grandmaster."

To become a Grandmaster, one must at least possess high-grade martial arts skills.

It is obvious that Li Changsheng's throwing knives and hidden weapons are not of superior quality.

"What do you mean?"

Li Yuanqian frowned.

Although he possesses the cultivation level of a Grandmaster, his cultivation was artificially boosted by spiritual herbs and resources.

As for Li Yuanqian himself, he was not very interested in martial arts.

He naturally couldn't understand what these powerful beings in the Free and Unfettered Realm were afraid of.

"This is a martial art he created himself; it can't possibly be that simple."

"This throwing knife technique could very well be a divine skill..."

Just as they were saying this, Li Changsheng, who had already launched all eighty-one throwing knives, suddenly changed his aura.

"Nine times nine equals one, Flying Knife Formation!"

The throwing knives that he had shot out, or that the mad dog had dodged or knocked away, all stood upright now.

"Sword intent?"

Without any direct or indirect manipulation, it was solely through Li Changsheng's martial will that these eighty-one throwing knives seemed to come alive, soaring into the air.

"This is a mid-grade divine skill! How could this be?"

"He, a grandmaster, actually created a mid-grade divine skill?"

"Doesn't that mean he can cultivate to the Great Freedom Realm without any hindrance?"

The eyes of several powerful cultivators at the Free and Unfettered Realm in Yipintang were practically burning with jealousy.

The true essence of martial arts that they yearn for, yet cannot break through no matter what they try.

It was actually figured out by a grandmaster?

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