A Martial Saint in Chaotic Times: Starting with Grinding Proficiency

North City Patrol Office, Main Hall.

Wang Meng paced anxiously back and forth, glancing towards the door every now and then, as if waiting for someone.

A moment later, a fat figure appeared in front of the hall.

The visitor was none other than Zhao Dacheng, the patrol inspector of the northern city, though he was not wearing his familiar patrol inspector's uniform today.

Instead, he unusually changed into a sharp and sleek outfit, making him look even more capable and capable.

Upon seeing Zhao Dacheng, Wang Meng immediately put on a smile and stepped forward to pay his respects.

Zhao Dacheng nodded slightly and asked the question directly.

"Is everything ready?"

"Ready."

Wang Meng dared not delay and quickly took out a folded piece of paper from his pocket and carefully handed it over.

Zhao Dacheng took the slip of paper and unfolded it. On it was a simple map drawn in rough handwriting, clearly marking the exact location where the young master of Black Wind Mountain was imprisoned in the patrol camp.

Is the news reliable?

Zhao Dacheng put the note away, a thoughtful look on his face.

"Don't worry, sir. I have a cousin in my clan who works in the patrol battalion. He's a gambler and has accumulated a lot of gambling debts."

I helped him pay back the money, and then he gave me the map of this location; there's absolutely no mistake."

Wang Meng patted his chest and guaranteed it.

"Hmm, well done." Zhao Dacheng nodded in satisfaction.

He looked at Wang Meng, a hint of approval on his fat face.

"Don't worry, you'll get a share of the profits from this sale of Lingxi Fruit."

"Thank you, sir!" Upon hearing this, Wang Meng was overjoyed and quickly clasped his hands in thanks.

Zhao Dacheng raised his hand to look at the sky. It was already close to dusk, and the hour of You (5-7 PM) was approaching.

"It's getting late, we should get going."

After Zhao Dacheng finished speaking, he took the lead and walked towards the outer city with Wang Meng.

Two hours later, Zhao Dacheng and Wang Meng had left the hustle and bustle of the outer city and were walking on a deserted path.

They knew this road very well.

For the past few years, their transactions with the bandits of Black Wind Mountain have mostly taken place in that deserted temple outside the city.

"I heard you're planning to move to the inner city recently?"

While cautiously scanning his surroundings, Zhao Dacheng casually asked Wang Meng beside him a question.

"Hehe, my wife recently gave birth to another big, healthy boy. Our place in the outer city is getting a bit small, so I'm thinking of moving to a bigger house in the inner city."

Wang Meng's face, which was originally somewhat ferocious with its scars, now revealed a simple and honest smile.

"Work hard for me, and I'll treat you well in the future." Zhao Dacheng nodded slightly.

Wang Meng has been with me for many years and is considered a confidant. Now that he can afford to buy a house in the inner city, he can be considered quite successful.

The two chatted casually, completely unaware that their journey would be fraught with danger.

In their view, this was just another ordinary transaction.

After about half an incense stick's time, the two finally saw the outline of a dilapidated temple in a desolate place overgrown with grass and trees.

"Squeak..."

Wang Meng stepped forward and forcefully pushed open the dilapidated temple door, a cloud of dust mixed with a musty smell rushed towards him.

He waved his hands repeatedly to brush the dust off his body, and then, relying on his memory, he groped his way to the candlestick in the corner and lit the last remaining candle on it.

A faint orange light appeared, barely dispelling some of the darkness inside the temple.

Spiderwebs covered the area, the altar was crumbling, and a headless clay statue of a god sat silently on the high platform, appearing sinister and terrifying.

"Liu Zhi still hasn't arrived."

Wang Meng looked around but did not find the familiar bearded figure.

Zhao Dacheng didn't speak, but his brows furrowed slightly, and his small eyes kept scanning the surrounding environment.

Not right.

Today's deal was initiated by Black Wind Stronghold, which shows that they are very concerned about rescuing the young master. Logically speaking, they should have arrived earlier than us.

But now, there is no one here.

The reason he has been able to trade with Black Wind Mountain for so many years without incident is because of his extraordinary alertness.

An ominous premonition quickly rose in his mind.

"withdraw!"

After a moment's thought, Zhao Dacheng suddenly shouted in a deep voice without the slightest hesitation.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, a cold wind suddenly rushed in through the broken temple door, instantly extinguishing the tiny candle flame.

"not good!"

Upon seeing this, Zhao Dacheng let out a roar, his blood and qi surged instantly, and his fat body tensed up, assuming a defensive stance.

Just then, a dark shadow shot out from behind the headless statue on the high platform!

The shadowy figure moved faster than anyone could imagine, like an arrow shot from a bow, leaving a straight afterimage in the dim light.

In an instant, a pair of iron fists, enveloped in fierce blood and energy, slammed into Zhao Dacheng's chest with a piercing shriek that tore through the air!

"Bang!"

A deep, resounding boom, like a giant drum, followed.

Zhao Dacheng felt as if he had been hit head-on by a giant elephant charging at high speed. An unparalleled and terrifying force exploded from his chest and instantly spread throughout his body.

He stumbled backward several steps, each step leaving deep footprints on the ground, until he smashed the dilapidated temple door behind him to pieces and fell out of the temple in a sorry state.

"Such incredible strength."

The man in black robes uttered a whisper; it was none other than Zhou Yuan, who had been waiting there for a long time.

He had just launched a well-prepared sneak attack. Based on his previous experience of killing Liu Zhi and Gao Sheng, this strike was enough to severely injure a Bone Forging Realm martial artist on the spot, rendering them unable to resist.

But Zhao Dacheng, for some reason, also possessed a strange strength within his body, which forcefully blocked Zhao Dacheng's determined punch.

Wang Meng, who was inside the temple, only then realized what was happening and froze on the spot.

The black-robed man was so fast that Zhao Dacheng didn't even see his movements before he was blasted away.

Only now could he finally discern the true strength of the other party from the aura emanating from them.

The Bone Forging Realm!

Moreover, it is definitely not an ordinary bone-forging realm!

Zhao Dacheng, who was outside the temple, was also in a bad mood. He forcibly suppressed his surging blood and qi, raised his hand to wipe away the trace of blood that had spilled from his mouth, and his fat face was so gloomy that it was almost dripping water.

But in his heart, a raging storm had already begun.

This person's strength is so formidable that even I cannot completely withstand it!

It should be noted that he had practiced this special martial art for many years, and his immense strength at the Bone Forging Realm made him virtually invincible.

Even three or five ordinary martial artists of the same realm might not be his match.

"Who are you!"

Zhao Dacheng let out a low shout, his small eyes filled with malice as he stared intently ahead.

A moment later, Zhou Yuan's figure slowly emerged from the shadows of the deserted temple.

He was still wearing that large black robe, which completely concealed his appearance and figure.

"The one who sends you on your way."

Without another word, Zhou Yuan stomped his foot and transformed into a black streak, shooting towards Zhao Dacheng.

The Mountain-Shaking Fist is imbued with unparalleled power; even before the fist arrives, the fierce wind from the punch is enough to make one breathless.

"Do you think I'm afraid of you?!"

Upon seeing this, Zhao Dacheng was instantly enraged. With a low roar, a strange purple light emanated from his fists as he met the attack head-on without dodging or avoiding it.

boom! boom! boom!

Dull, resounding collisions echoed continuously in front of the deserted temple.

The two exchanged blows more than ten times in an instant, each punch landing hard and without any fancy moves; it was the most primitive and savage head-on clash.

Another fierce clash ensued, and with a loud "bang," the two figures finally separated backward.

Zhou Yuan felt a tingling sensation in his arm, and his blood and qi surged violently within his body.

Just what kind of martial arts did Zhao Dacheng practice to have such formidable strength?

Since entering the Bone Forging Realm, this was the first time he had encountered someone who could directly contend with him in terms of strength.

Meanwhile, Zhao Dacheng on the other side was even more horrified.

He forced down the metallic taste rising in his throat, gasping for breath, each breath accompanied by a tearing pain in his chest.

But the next moment, he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and a strange smile suddenly appeared on his fat face.

"The Mountain-Shaking Fist of Qingyang Martial Arts School... You must be Zhou Yuan?"

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