Ultimate Method: Practice your fist a hundred times, and use violence to control violence.

The frequency of gunfire behind them decreased significantly. Wan Ze was worried about Lei Ming's situation, but he also understood that if he couldn't get Professor Song and the others out of here safely, he would be letting Lei Ming down!

"Kill him."

He vaguely heard a woman's voice, and then a blurry image appeared in the dim light before him.

With a loud "bang," the forest shook as a figure with a buzz cut and black gloves, wielding a dagger, silently plunged it toward Wan Ze's head.

Wan Ze's heart skipped a beat.

Instinctively, he reached out and grabbed the arm behind the dagger, his left hand quickly slicing diagonally towards the opponent's heart.

A dull thud was heard.

The opponent's forward momentum froze, his tendons seemed to snap on the spot, his face contorted in pain, and his eyes nearly popped out. He never expected that this kid's strength would be so astonishing!

At the same time.

Wan Ze charged forward, unleashing a burst of power that swept his opponent away, slamming him hard against a tree trunk two meters away. He then delivered three consecutive upward elbow strikes.

The man's face was sunken in, his features were twisted together, and he was covered in blood.

The wind suddenly stopped.

Wan Ze stood there, stunned.

He...killed someone.

Professor Song, who was behind him raising his gun to aim at the assassin, was also stunned.

In an instant, that person was killed.

What a great speed!

The two young students next to Professor Song swallowed hard, only now truly understanding the real meaning behind Lei Ming's earlier introduction of Wan Ze.

Is this mother even human?!

Only the burly man, accustomed to the dead, shoved the antidote from the medicine bottle into his mouth, gritting his teeth against his injuries, and strode out, shouting, "Leave this woman to me!"

Having said that, he pounced like a hungry tiger, single-handedly swatting aside the curved blade of the woman in black veil behind the trees, and then swept down with a wild and unrestrained momentum.

The woman in black veil held a knife in one hand. In the instant she stepped back, she pulled out a silver pistol strapped to her calf with her right hand and raised it to fire.

The burly man flicked his finger across the woman's arm, the one holding the gun, leaving three clearly visible bloody welts. The woman winced in pain, and the shot went astray.

The burly man was struck by a sharp, piercing scream, as if he had lost his hearing. An ordinary person would have collapsed to the ground, but he ignored it all, grabbed the woman with both arms, leaped up, and slammed down hard against the mountainside on his left.

"Thump!"

Human cartilage tissue bursts.

Blood was everywhere.

After a while, the burly man shook his head, climbed off the woman's corpse, grimacing in pain, but when he looked at Wan Ze, he forced out a stiff, honest smile.

Wan Ze paused for a moment: "Your injury has healed?"

"No..." the burly man replied honestly.

Wan Ze clicked his tongue in astonishment: "You're really ruthless, aren't you? You broke your hand, didn't you?"

"Yes." The burly man subconsciously tried to scratch his head, but the hand he raised was broken, and he cried out in pain.

Wan Ze rubbed his forehead: "So you can still make a move later, right?"

"About?" The burly man hesitated for a moment, looking at his right hand. Although there was a knife wound, it wasn't severed yet.

Wan Ze: "..."

This is a wolf-killing scheme!

Even more ruthless than a ruthless person!

"Let's go, we'll reach the town soon!" Wanze didn't hesitate any longer. After looting the two corpses, he got up and left.

He just didn't notice that Professor Song, who was originally full of confidence, was now looking at the gun in his hand... feeling a mix of emotions.

Are guns useful?

That will definitely be useful.

Even now, he hasn't had a chance to fire a single shot, which makes him seem somewhat out of place.

……

The five of them finally arrived in town safely. The burly man, being an undocumented immigrant, didn't dare go to the hospital, fearing that the people from the Secret Palace might harm innocent people there.

Fortunately, Professor Song contacted his doctor friend immediately.

Just as the burly man was receiving treatment, before Wan Ze could even call the police, Lei Ming arrived, looking travel-worn.

Seeing Wan Ze's stunned expression, Lei Ming smiled and said, "Professor Song has my contact information. He just sent me a message, and I left those people behind and rushed over."

Wan Ze suddenly realized: "Brother Lei, are you alright?"

"It's a minor issue. Get me some alcohol to disinfect it." Lei Ming took off his blood-soaked clothes, revealing the scars on his body, which made Wan Ze's pupils shrink.

Lei Ming's scars weren't just from tonight; he also had quite a few gunshot wounds. Lei Ming was clearly only a few years older than him, yet he felt like they were from completely different worlds.

"Are you alright?" Lei Ming took the alcohol and disinfected it immediately. His skin was instantly torn open, but he just groaned and looked up as if nothing had happened.

Wan Ze was truly convinced and said with a wry smile, "I'm fine, but the only expert I encountered was still taken care of by that guy in the inner room."

"Him?" Lei Ming snorted coldly. "I really don't know if this guy is pretending to be stupid or if he really is. Forget it, let's not talk about him. I'll take you back later... Damn it, I've only had this car for less than a week."

The mere thought of this filled Lei Ming with uncontrollable rage.

Wan Ze also felt sorry for him.

Even a second-hand one costs around ten thousand yuan, while the average person's monthly salary is only two or three hundred yuan these days.

"Brother Lei, will the Secret Palace be watching us?" Wan Ze asked in a low voice.

Lei Ming took a deep breath, thought for a moment, and shook his head, saying, "I don't think so for now. Everyone was evacuating when I came back. But it's alright. When we get back to Holy City, I'll tell my master, and I'll take you to see him."

"The Master?" Wan Ze's heart skipped a beat.

Although he had only been training at the Dragon Eagle Martial Arts Academy for less than two months, he had heard of Pei Wanshan, the master of the Dragon Eagle Martial Arts Academy, as he was a grandmaster!

What is a Grandmaster? That is the pinnacle of the Body Refinement Realm!

"That's right." Lei Ming chuckled, a strange smile appearing on his face. "Once we reach the Holy City, that's Dragon Eagle's territory, and even the Secret Palace wouldn't dare to set foot there easily."

Wan Ze was taken aback.

Lei Ming chuckled and patted him on the shoulder: "Now that your blood and qi have undergone a transformation, once you meet your master, you'll be one of his own. Ordinary students at the Dragon Eagle Martial Arts Academy are nothing special; what truly elevates you to a position of power is the title of his disciple... Of course, that's only within the Holy City."

"Could our master be the underground master of Holy City?" Wan Ze asked, seizing the opportunity.

Lei Ming was amused but didn't see anything wrong with it, laughing, "In this small area, everyone has to give our master some face. Do you know why?"

"Because of martial arts?"

"Excellent. The pinnacle of body refinement—such a level is extremely rare even in the entire Holy City, and Master is the youngest Grandmaster. Who would dare to provoke him easily! Unless they're tired of living!"

Upon hearing Lei Ming's words, Wan Ze couldn't help but gasp.

A little over a month ago, he was still confused about his life, but now someone is telling him that he can become a superior person by becoming that person's apprentice. How could this not shock him?

"Does this mean that all formal disciples will formally become his disciples?"

"Of course not. Formal disciples are accepted by several senior masters of the martial arts school. A genius like you would naturally be personally accepted by your master," Lei Ming explained.

Wan Ze nodded.

"Don't feel guilty, Master is usually very easy to talk to," Lei Ming said with a smile.

Just then, the door opened.

The doctor came out, took off his mask, and immediately looked around before finally spotting Professor Song resting with his eyes closed on the sofa.

"Teacher..." the two young students called softly. After a night of thrills and terror, they had no semblance of decorum left and spoke with great caution.

Professor Song snapped out of his reverie, stood up, and asked, "Dr. Fang, how is he?"

Dr. Fang quickly stepped forward: "Both bullets have been removed from her body. She's basically fine. She was just given anesthesia and should wake up tomorrow..."

I just finished speaking.

There was a thud inside the room.

The two young students thought the assassins had caught up with them and hurriedly stood up. But the burly man was swaying as if he were drunk, muttering, "Dr., doctor... I told you I... was fine."

"Clatter!"

Dr. Fang was speechless, and her mask fell to the ground.

That was general anesthesia, and you woke up already???