A Martial Saint in Chaotic Times: Starting with Grinding Proficiency

A feint to the east while attacking in the west!

Goldman Sachs felt a chill run straight to the top of his head!

He never expected that the dark figure's target was not him from the very beginning, but Wei Rong behind him!

Although the eldest son of the Wei family was of noble birth, his martial arts talent was mediocre. After years of hard training, he had only reached the Skin Refining stage.

Having lived a life of ease and comfort, he had long neglected his martial arts skills. Faced with the all-out attack of a Bone Forging Realm expert, he was no different from a lamb to the slaughter!

"Young master, be careful!"

Goldman Sachs roared and twisted his body sharply, desperately trying to get back to help.

But it was all too late.

The black shadow was incredibly fast; its fist, powerful enough to split mountains and shatter rocks, accompanied by a shrill whistling sound that tore through the air, struck Wei Rong's throat without any fancy moves!

Wei Rong was completely stunned.

One moment he was a carefree young master from a prominent family, who boasted that he had everything under control.

At this moment, the shadow of death had completely enveloped him.

He didn't even have time to react; he could only watch helplessly as the fist grew larger and larger in front of him.

"clang!"

A dull, metallic clang suddenly rang out in the deathly silent alley!

The anticipated scene of a skull exploding did not occur.

Wei Rong's body was blasted away by a tremendous force, like a kite with a broken string. He crashed heavily against the wall several feet away with a thud before sliding to the ground.

He spat out a spurt of blood, his aura instantly weakening to the extreme, but he ultimately managed to save his life.

Inner armor!

Zhou Yuan thought to himself, "What a pity."

He had planned it all out long ago.

If they were to face off against Goldman Sachs head-on, both being at the Bone Forging Realm, it would be extremely difficult to determine a winner in a short period of time.

If the situation drags on, and Wei Rong, the mastermind, manages to slip away and call in the Wei family's helpers, not only will I be unable to kill anyone tonight, but I will also be plunged into an abyss of no return.

Therefore, Wei Rong must be killed first to prevent future troubles!

Unfortunately, Wei Rong was wearing protective inner armor, which blocked his sure-kill punch.

Just as Zhou Yuan was sighing inwardly, Goldman Sachs, a few feet away, finally saw the face of the newcomer.

That angular, cold face—who else could it be but Zhou Yuan, whom he dreamed of tearing to pieces?

"It's you! Joo Won!"

Goldman Sachs's roar was filled with shock and disbelief.

"How is that possible!"

He gasped in shock.

A few days ago, in the Zhou family courtyard, Zhou Yuan was just a Skin Refining Realm martial artist who could be manipulated at will!

If it weren't for his patrol officer's uniform, I would have killed him on the spot!

But now, the powerful aura emanating from him, and the extraordinary phenomenon of "unyielding iron bones," are clearly signs of the Bone Forging Realm!

In just a few days, he went from refining skin to forging bones?

How is that possible!

According to Young Master Wei's investigation, this person's natural talent was only average to below average, and it took him three and a half months to barely break through to the Skin Refining Realm.

Seeing Goldman Sachs's utterly bewildered expression, Zhou Yuan smirked and said coldly:

"I heard you've been looking for me."

His voice was calm, yet carried an air of indifference.

"Today, I'm giving you this opportunity."

"court death!"

Goldman Sachs was thoroughly enraged by this contempt.

He didn't care whether Zhou Yuan had some incredible luck or used some unorthodox method to break through.

Having been in the Bone Forging Realm for many years, with a solid foundation, why would I be afraid of a mere upstart who has just broken through!

With a roar, Gao Sheng's bones cracked and popped as he leaped up, unleashing a palm strike with a chilling force aimed straight for Zhou Yuan's heart.

Zhou Yuan neither dodged nor evaded; his Six Harmonies Stance was as steady as a mountain. He clenched his right fist and unleashed a powerful, sweeping Mountain-Shaking Fist, meeting the attack head-on!

boom!

The two fists collided, and shockwaves spread in all directions.

Goldman Sachs felt an overwhelming force coming from his opponent's fist, which made his entire arm go numb. He stumbled back several steps before regaining his balance.

He was horrified.

This power, this robustness of blood and qi, is nothing like that of someone who has just entered the bone forging stage!

Zhou Yuan, however, pressed his advantage relentlessly, using his feet to exert force, his figure following closely behind, his fists pounding down like a storm.

The Mountain-Shaking Fist is unparalleled in its power and ferocity!

Each punch was heavier than the last!

Goldman Sachs was forced to retreat by this ferocious offensive and could only barely defend itself, its sense of horror growing stronger.

He was wrong.

That's completely wrong!

The Zhou Yuan before me is nowhere near the novice who has just entered the Bone Forging stage!

Each of his punches contained immense power. His vital energy seemed inexhaustible and endless.

This was a complete rout!

"what!"

Goldman Sachs' eyes widened in fury as he let out a defiant roar.

He unleashed all his power to the limit, his palms turning as black as ink, emanating an evil aura—his trump card, the Bone-Melting Palm!

However, in the face of absolute power, all skills seem pale and powerless.

Zhou Yuan didn't give him a chance to use his poison skills. He lowered his body to avoid the palm wind and delivered a powerful and fierce "Mountain-Pulling Strike" that slammed into Gao Sheng's chest!

Click!

The sound of bones cracking was clearly audible.

Goldman Sachs was struck dumb, his body flying backward, spitting out blood, and crashing heavily to the ground, unable to get up again.

He lay on the ground, panting heavily, his eyes filled with confusion and bewilderment.

He couldn't figure it out.

Why?

Why have these ants, which I could easily manipulate just a few days ago, become so terrifying today?

Zhou Yuan walked slowly to him, looking down at him, not wanting to waste any more time.

He slowly drew the cold wood-chopping knife from his sleeve.

"Go down and keep your brother company."

Before he could finish speaking, a flash of light appeared.

Goldman Sachs' head flew into the air, his face still frozen with extreme horror and resentment.

The dark alleyway instantly fell silent again.

Zhou Yuan flicked the blood off the blade, turned around, and looked at Wei Rong, who was barely able to sit up in the corner.

He carried his machete and walked step by step toward Wei Rong.

Wei Rong was trembling all over.

He watched the figure approach like a god of death, and the still-dripping woodcutter's knife; the fear of death almost suffocated him.

"You...you can't kill me!"

Wei Rong screamed, his face contorted with rage but his heart filled with fear.

"My father is Wei Tianhe! The Wei family is one of the five great families in the inner city! If you kill me, the Wei family will search every inch of Luochuan County to find you! They'll make you wish you were dead!"

Zhou Yuan kept walking.

When Wei Rong realized that his threats were ineffective, he immediately changed his tune.

"No! Don't kill me! Just let me go, and I'll pretend nothing happened! We'll forgive and forget!"

Seeing that Zhou Yuan had stopped, he thought his words had worked and was overjoyed, so he quickly increased his bet.

"I can even take you on as a contracted martial artist for my Wei family! Every month... I'll give you a stipend of one hundred taels of silver! No! Two hundred taels! That's a hundred times better than being a lowly constable in the patrol office!"

Following the methods of managing subordinates taught to him by his father, these martial artists from impoverished backgrounds were utterly unable to refuse the occasional gifts of money and favors from the powerful and wealthy.

Zhou Yuan will definitely be tempted!

However, the next moment.

Zhou Yuan's figure moved again.

A mocking smile appeared on his face.

"Innocent"

Before he finished speaking, Zhou Yuan had already appeared in front of Wei Rong.

Wei Rong's pupils dilated suddenly, and he saw a cold blade of light slicing through the darkness.

puff!

Blood splattered.

Wei Rong clutched his neck, making a hoarse sound in his throat, and finally collapsed helplessly into a pool of blood.

Zhou Yuan sheathed his wood-chopping knife without expression.

Killing Wei Rong would pose a huge hidden danger.

The Wei family, a behemoth, is far beyond the reach of thugs like Gao Qiang and Gao Sheng.

But he had no other choice.

Zhou Yuan quickly composed himself and began searching the two corpses.

Soon, he found the brocade box containing the blood spirit mushroom, a thick stack of silver notes, and a thin booklet in Wei Rong's arms.

The silver note was worth five hundred taels!

On the cover of that booklet were four words: "Treading Through Snow Without Leaving a Trace".

It's a movement-based martial art!

Zhou Yuan searched Gao Sheng's body for a while and found only fifty-odd taels of silver and another booklet—"The Bone-Melting Palm".

It is a vicious and poisonous martial art.

Zhou Yuan was overjoyed and quickly put everything into his pocket.

Although tonight was dangerous, the gains were equally enormous!

He dared not delay for even a moment longer. With a flash, he quickly blended into the darkness and disappeared at the end of the alley.

Shortly after Zhou Yuan left.

A figure appeared silently in the middle of the alley, like a ghost.

It was Shen Xuantong.

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