I am a coroner, and I have some knowledge of martial arts!

Chapter 6 Moving Graves Before Death

The normal price for preparing a body for burial is around three thousand yuan. It will be more expensive for a martial artist, but not double.

The Wang family was very generous and gave them ten thousand yuan directly.

Adding the 1,000 left from the previous martial arts test, and the 7,200 given by Uncle Liu, Su Wuchen now has over 18,400 in cash.

With tens of thousands of yuan in cash in hand, Su Wuchen felt a bit more confident and added eggs and ham to his instant noodles that night.

After eating and drinking his fill, Su Wuchen took out the cultivation manual he had purchased.

Run Fast

"What is most important for a warrior?"

"Can you fight?"

"A spirit of courageous and diligent progress?"

"fart!"

"In my opinion, the most important thing for a warrior is to be fast!"

"Remember, there are always people more capable than you, and there's always something beyond your understanding; only by staying alive can you contribute!"

The very first page, with just a few lines, filled Su Wuchen with an overwhelming sense of admiration for the person who created this technique. It also revealed the creator's intention.

Who says a warrior has to take all the damage?

To stubbornly resist to the end is foolish!

A true master is one who finds opportunities while moving about, and then strikes a fatal blow!

Su Wuchen read on carefully, his mind becoming completely absorbed in the text.

"Running Fast" has two levels, one of which is carrying the mountain on its back and the other of stepping on the stakes like flying.

Walking with a mountain on your back corresponds to the power exertion steps of the ninth rank realm, while stepping on the stakes like flying corresponds to the movement techniques of the eighth rank realm.

Beginners need to walk with heavy weights tied to their legs, running through mountains, forests, and swamps to hone their leg strength and balance. After reaching the ninth level of perfection, one must be able to carry a thousand-pound weight and stand in the mud without sinking in order to succeed.

The requirement for "stepping on stakes like flying" is that after a practitioner reaches the eighth grade, their source energy flows through all the meridians of their body. They practice this method on plum blossom stakes and sword bushes, requiring each step to be precise and flawless, with their body as light as a floating leaf and landing silently!

"It does resemble a basic method for training leg strength..."

The cultivation method of the first level reminded Su Wuchen of the clumsy method he used to practice basketball to improve his jumping ability.

Although the method is a bit clumsy, its effect is extremely powerful.

With only two and a half years of practice, he can easily perform a variety of difficult dunks.

Give it a try!

Su Wuchen suddenly stood up and walked to the storage room.

He pulled out the dusty leg wraps, sandbags, and other items from the corner.

Each sandbag weighs about 20 pounds, and when a set is passed down, Su Wuchen instantly gains 100 pounds.

however.

The strength that once made it hard to breathe now seems extremely mediocre.

After putting on his coat and locking the door, Su Wuchen slowly started running along the street.

Ten kilometers, twenty kilometers.

When he reached 30 kilometers, fatigue began to creep up his legs, followed by a faint wisp of Origin Qi within Su Wuchen's body, which started to pound against his legs...

so tired!

I'm so hungry!

We should have added two more eggs!

After running half a lap around Jiangcheng, Su Wuchen felt that his legs and stomach were about to give way.

"Hey, isn't that Su Wuchen?"

"Hey, it really is Su who buried the body. Is this guy going for a night run?"

"Could he be trying to hook up with a rich woman?"

"Nonsense."

Zhao Fei glared at Li Gang, then raised his hand to greet Su Wuchen, "Buried Corpse Su!"

"...?"

The familiar voice startled Su Wuchen. He looked in the direction of the voice and saw Zhao Fei waving at him with a smile in front of a roadside barbecue stall.

Su Wuchen's eyes lit up, and he ran over.

Seeing Su Wuchen panting heavily and sweating profusely, Zhao Fei and the other two looked on with curiosity.

"What are you doing?"

"To train your body."

Su Wuchen took a bottle of mineral water from the stall owner and gulped it down before sitting down next to Zhao Fei and the other two.

"Physical training?"

Zhao Fei and his two companions found it extremely amusing.

"Yes, with so many murders happening lately, and the killer still hiding somewhere, I have to be extra vigilant."

Su Wuchen picked up a meat skewer and sighed, "I haven't exercised like this since graduation, my body just can't keep up."

Zhao Fei, who was closest to Su Wuchen, immediately understood Su Wuchen's meaning. "You're not thinking that if you keep training like this, you'll be able to run faster if you really encounter that murderer and not get caught, are you?"

Su Wuchen: "Correct solution."

"Hahaha……"

Zhao Fei and his two companions burst into laughter.

Zhao Fei: "Stop kidding me. No matter how fast you run, can you outrun someone's flying shears? Moving a grave before you die??"

Li Gang and the other man nodded repeatedly: "That's right, that's right."

No matter how fast an ordinary person runs, they can't outrun a martial artist at the early stage of the ninth rank; that's common sense.

Moreover, if the murderer can kill a martial artist at the eighth rank, can Su Wuchen outrun a martial artist at the eighth rank?

That's hilarious.

"It's always better to have a little more ability to protect yourself."

Su Wuchen, while eating a duck leg, said, "The authorities are currently issuing a warrant for his arrest. Who knows, if he gets upset, he might retaliate against us officers?"

"It's not that bad."

Zhao Fei waved his hand, looked around, and then lowered his voice to say, "We have already confirmed that the other party is just a ninth-rank evil cultivator."

Su Wuchen's eyes lit up. "You found a clue?"

Zhao Fei nodded: "We've found some clues and confirmed this person's cultivation level, but we haven't found his whereabouts yet. Based on our speculation, he was most likely seriously injured while fighting that female martial artist, and we don't know where he's hiding to recuperate."

Su Wuchen mumbled through a chicken wing, "That's pretty fierce."

A ninth-rank immortal cultivator actually killed an eighth-rank martial artist!

Such a battle against a level above one's own is definitely not something an ordinary person can do.

Wang Xu nodded and said, "She is indeed fierce. Although the female martial artist is only at the eighth rank, her muscles and bones are strong. She is definitely not someone that an ordinary ninth-rank immortal cultivator can kill. The opponent is at least a mid-ninth-rank or even perfect-rank expert. Otherwise, the higher-ups would not have arranged for us to investigate."

If he were truly an eighth-grade immortal cultivator, then these ninth-grade constables would be nothing more than easy prey.

Even a severely injured eighth-rank immortal cultivator is enough to sweep away a ninth-rank martial artist.

Tons.

After finishing Zhao Fei's beer in one gulp, Su Wuchen wiped his mouth and said, "You guys continue, I'll continue my training."

"Yeah, head back early, lest you actually run into them."

Zhao Fei chuckled and joked, "If you can't run anymore, remember to take a taxi."

"certainly."

Su Wuchen waved his hand and sauntered away.

After watching Su Wuchen leave, Zhao Fei called to Wang Xu and the other man, "Come on, let's continue..."

He was halfway through his sentence when Zhao Fei stared blankly at the bare plate in front of him.

Not only him, but Wang Xu and the other two were also completely bewildered.

We ordered so much food, how come it's all gone in the blink of an eye?

"Where's my duck leg?"

"My chicken wings are all gone too!!"