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

With the eight Vajra Warriors gathered together, Song Jin suddenly felt his back straighten up.

"Li Changsheng, this is none of your business. As long as you don't interfere, we guarantee we won't touch a single person or thing here. We just want that old bastard Nan dead."

"But if you don't know what's good for you, we eight brothers won't mind sending you on your way right here."

"At that point, the top enforcer of the Canal Gang will probably be replaced!"

The leader of the Eight Vajras wore a bull demon mask and spoke in a hoarse voice, making it impossible to discern his appearance or age.

"The old gang leader is my father-in-law and also my benefactor. If I were to leave like this, wouldn't the world laugh at me for being ungrateful? Besides, I don't even consider you bunch of clowns a threat."

Li Changsheng stood tall, seemingly not taking the people in front of him seriously at all.

Upon hearing this, Song Jin immediately said to the man wearing the demon mask, "Boss, why waste words with him? Since this guy is courting death, let's just grant him his wish."

The battle that made the Eight Great Vajras famous was six years ago.

Six years ago, when they joined forces, they were able to kill a martial artist at the late stage of the Innate Realm.

At that time, half of the eight of them had not yet reached the Innate Realm.

Six years have passed, and the eight Vajra Warriors have all grown much stronger; they are now all martial artists at the Innate Realm.

Their leader's strength is even more unfathomable!

The eldest brother, who was wearing a demon mask, once said something when the brothers got together for drinks.

With their current strength, even if they encountered a Grandmaster of the Profound Realm, they might not be without the power to fight back.

No matter how strong Li Changsheng was, he was only a late-stage Innate Realm martial artist.

No matter how talented he is, can his strength surpass that of a Grandmaster in the Profound Realm?

Song Jin hadn't avenged the punch he'd just received. He absolutely couldn't let Li Changsheng leave.

"Let's do it!"

The man wearing the demon mask didn't waste any more words.

Given the positions of both sides, this battle was inevitable.

Upon hearing the leader's command, the eight people immediately took their respective positions.

Just as they were about to encircle him, Li Changsheng, who had been waiting there obediently, suddenly moved without warning.

With one step, he sprinted forward nearly ten feet, and in two quick steps he was already in front of Song Jin.

"Catch the cicada in eight steps!"

Seeing Li Changsheng's actions, the man wearing the bull demon mask sounded somewhat shocked.

The Eight Steps to Catch the Cicada is a relatively common skill in martial arts, and many people in the martial arts world know it, some even mastering it to a high degree.

But this man wearing the demon mask had never seen anyone who could integrate this purely travel-oriented technique into their own martial arts.

Li Changsheng not only mastered the techniques, but also increased his speed to an unprecedented level.

Both being experts at the Innate Realm, Song Jin didn't even have time to react before Li Changsheng got close to him.

"Boss, help!"

Having already taken a punch, Song Jin understood how terrifying Li Changsheng was. He raised his arm to block while calling for help from the Bull Demon.

The man wearing a demon mask moved with absolute precision.

He darted after him, his speed not as fast as Li Changsheng's, but not much slower either.

Inside the thatched hall, Li Changqing suddenly felt a sense of enlightenment.

"Another late-stage innate talent, that's interesting."

He originally thought that the Eight Vajras were about to be dealt with by his eldest brother.

Who would have thought that the other side had such a trump card hidden?

Li Changsheng had obviously noticed this as well, and he originally wanted to finish off Song Jin with one punch.

Unexpectedly, the other side had hidden a master.

"The leader of the Eight Vajras, Bull Demon, truly lives up to his name!"

The title of the Eight Vajras was half due to the influence of the Ox Demon.

But Li Changsheng obviously did not expect that the opponent's strength was so great.

There are many renowned Innate Realm masters in the martial arts world. However, very few who can break through to the late Innate Realm have the opportunity to even touch the threshold of Profound Realm.

Such a person would be a core disciple even in those major sects.

Who would have thought that the leader of the Eight Vajras would have such cultivation?

If I were to land a punch on Song Jin, I'd probably get slashed in return...

Li Changsheng kicked off with both legs, leaping into the air and dodging the blade flashes from the bull demon behind him.

"court death!"

A murderous glint flashed in Niu Gui's eyes as he watched Li Changsheng leap into the air.

If Li Changsheng had hidden somewhere else, it wouldn't have mattered, but now that he was in mid-air, he had nowhere to get a foothold.

In the eyes of the demon, this was already a dead end.

The Eight Vajras moved with lightning speed, instantly switching positions and waiting beneath Li Changsheng.

Once Li Changsheng landed, the eight men prepared to smash him to pieces.

All eight men had drawn their weapons, some with knives, some with swords.

"I told you you were already on the path to your death!"

Song Jin held his sword horizontally in front of him, waiting to strike.

"Fool!"

Li Changsheng, who was in mid-air, looked at the eight people below him and a cold smile appeared on his face.

These guys probably think he jumped into the air because he was dizzy, right?

"One times nine equals nine, two times nine equals eighteen, three times nine equals twenty-seven..."

"Nine times nine equals eighty-one!"

"Heavenly Rain, Flying Knife Formation!!"

A strip of cloth resembling a belt was wrapped around Li Changsheng's body.

When the strip of cloth was torn open, a full eighty-one throwing knives were revealed.

The throwing knife emitted a chilling, eerie light.

"This is?"

Upon witnessing this scene, the masked man with the bull demon mask felt a strange sense of unease.

"retreat!!"

He shouted and retreated as fast as a rabbit.

The other seven, including Song Jin, were clearly not as quick to react as their eldest brother.

By the time they realized something was wrong, it was too late for them to leave.

Eighty-one throwing knives, radiating a chilling, eerie light, rained down upon the scene.

"Golden Bell Shield!"

"Iron Shirt!!"

The Eight Vajras became famous in the martial arts world because of their exceptional physical martial arts skills.

Even when they encounter experts stronger than themselves, they can still use their physical strength to fight and contend with them.

But now.

This body of bronze and iron did not save their lives; instead, it became their death knell.

"puff!!"

After the throwing knife came down, it cut through Song Jin and the others as easily as cutting tofu, embedding itself directly in their bodies.

Every cut was aimed directly at the vital points...

The once-renowned Seven Vajras had all become lambs to the slaughter at this moment.

The flying knife fell, and seven Vajra warriors died instantly on the spot!

Even the leader of the gang, Niu Gui, who escaped the encirclement, suffered two wounds...

One throwing knife landed on his arm, and another on his ankle.

Li Changsheng, who had an ordinary appearance and looked rather old, had an astonishing demeanor at this time.

"receive!"

After landing, he flicked the strip of cloth in his hand, and the eighty-one throwing knives seemed to be summoned and rolled up again.

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