The Martial Saint of the Defiled World

Jiang Shaosheng leaned against the table, looking up at the waning moon in the sky.

The three moves he taught Hong Pu were all killing techniques derived from Bajiquan.

It has been simplified to the extreme, removing all the fancy stuff and leaving only the most direct and effective way to save lives.

Shedding one's robes and armor is a simplification of the Eight Extremes Minor Entanglement.

Close-quarters combat is the foundation of Bajiquan's "Mountain-Leaning" style.

The "Tiger Climbs the Mountain" move is a famously fierce technique in Bajiquan.

While teaching Hong Pu, he never relaxed his mind.

The probing by the group of men in black the night before last suggests that they are very likely to take action soon.

Just as Jiang Shaosheng's thoughts were racing, his skin suddenly tightened, and a familiar chill swept over him without warning.

coming!

"Stop!"

Jiang Shaosheng immediately whispered.

Hong Pu was practicing with great enthusiasm when he was startled by this, his movements froze, and he looked over blankly.

"What's wrong, Shaosheng?"

Jiang Shaosheng didn't answer him, but instead made a shushing gesture, then pointed to his ear, indicating that he should listen carefully.

Hong Pu immediately realized what was happening, quickly shut his mouth, and pricked up his ears.

Outside the courtyard, there was a deathly silence.

The silence was unnatural.

Hong Pu's expression changed as well. He wasn't stupid, and he subconsciously moved closer to Jiang Shaosheng.

"Shaosheng, is it...?"

Jiang Shaosheng nodded, his gaze fixed on the courtyard wall.

That sense of crisis grew stronger and stronger.

He could sense that the danger was coming from more than one direction.

Outside the courtyard wall, outside the main gate, and even on the rooftop.

Enemies are everywhere.

His mind raced.

The other party chose this time to make their move, which must have been because they calculated that people are most tired and least vigilant in the middle of the night.

They surrounded the place silently, clearly prepared, and their numbers were definitely not small.

What he should do now is exactly what Old Zhao and the Liu brothers have repeatedly emphasized.

Bang the gong!

Warning!

Help!

If we wake up the Liu brothers, Wen and Wu, and the four of us guard the courtyard, there might still be a chance.

He glanced at the gong and mallet hanging on the pillar of the side room.

They were about seven or eight steps away from where they were now.

Just then, a very slight scraping sound of tiles came from the top of the courtyard wall.

Immediately afterwards, a dark head slowly peeked out from the top of the wall.

The figure on the wall seemed to be merely observing the situation inside the courtyard.

A moment later, the figure shrank back.

Jiang Shaosheng suddenly ducked and darted toward the pillar!

Almost at the same moment he moved, several low shouts came from the top of the wall, and several dark figures jumped down from the wall like large birds, rushing straight into the courtyard!

At the same time, the sound of the bolt being violently broken could be heard at the main entrance of the warehouse.

That's too late!

Jiang Shaosheng roared inwardly, pushing his speed to the limit.

Three steps! Two steps! One step!

He grabbed the mallet and, with all his might, smashed it down on the gong!

"when--"

A piercing gong rang out, like a thunderclap from a clear sky, instantly tearing apart the deathly silence of the night sky over the southern part of Tianjin Port!

Almost the instant the gong sounded, the door to the side room where they were resting was slammed open from the inside, and two figures rushed out roaring!

"Who goes there!"

"court death!"

The brothers Liu Wen and Liu Wu burst out of the side room, their clothes disheveled, each clutching a thick white ash wood stick.

They were clearly awakened, their eyes were bloodshot, but their faces were full of ferocity.

As soon as they stepped out of the house and saw the scene in the courtyard, both of them felt a sinking feeling in their hearts.

On the courtyard wall, seven or eight figures could be seen standing indistinctly, each holding a weapon, about to jump down.

Meanwhile, the warehouse door was rammed open from the outside, and seven or eight men wielding short sticks and machetes blocked the entrance, grinning menacingly as they approached.

They're attacking from both sides; they're trying to trap them in the courtyard!

"Damn it!"

Liu Wu had the most explosive temper. He cursed angrily, brandished his stick, and assumed a fighting stance.

"Who dares to cause trouble at Fuchang Goods Depot?!"

No one answered him.

The men in black who jumped down from the wall landed silently and moved with extreme agility, clearly skilled in martial arts.

Without uttering a word, they spread out in a semi-circle, working in coordination with the people pouring in from the main entrance to gradually tighten the encirclement.

A thick, oppressive aura filled the air, making it hard to breathe.

Hong Pu had never seen anything like this before. He turned pale with fright and clung tightly to Jiang Shaosheng.

After Jiang Shaosheng finished striking the gong, he rolled on the spot to dodge a flying knife thrown from the wall, and then quickly retreated to the side of the Liu brothers, back to back, forming a temporary defensive formation with them.

His gaze swept quickly across the crowd.

These men all had fierce expressions and ruthless eyes. Their actions were subtly methodical, and they were definitely not ordinary street thugs.

Soon, his gaze settled on a person at the main entrance.

The man stood at the back of the crowd. He was short and had squinted eyes. He was none other than Liu San'er, the stall owner who had been dealt with by him at the breakfast stall that day!

Liu San'er also saw Jiang Shaosheng, and his eyes instinctively narrowed.

He instinctively wanted to back away, but when he thought of the man behind him and his methods, he forcibly suppressed his fear.

If he messes things up today, his fate will be far worse than if he were beaten up by Jiang Shaosheng.

He steeled himself and forced out a sentence through gritted teeth: "Brothers, stop wasting time talking to them! Kill them all!"

At his command, the dozen or so men shouted at the same time and rushed forward from all directions!

Without saying a word, the two brothers, Liu Wen and Liu Wu, rushed forward.

Liu Wu flicked his white waxwood staff, creating a flurry of staff shadows as he swept it across the three thugs charging at him.

Liu Wu's kung fu was characterized by its expansive and powerful movements; a stick in his hand truly possessed the power to pierce through forests and split rocks.

With two muffled thuds, the short sticks in the hands of the two thugs at the front were smashed away by him, their hands split open, and they retreated with screams of pain.

But the third person was a tough opponent. Instead of retreating, he advanced, ducked to avoid the blow of the stick, and his short knife, which was close to the ground, shot out like a venomous snake, straight for Liu Wu's calf!

Liu Wu reacted extremely quickly, the tip of his staff sinking to the ground, using the momentum to leap backward and dodge the insidious knife.

On the other hand, Liu Wen's kung fu style is different from his younger brother's.

The technique he used emphasized using the opponent's force against them, and dislocating their tendons and bones.

He faced two enemies wielding short sticks, but instead of engaging them head-on, he moved about like a fish swimming in water.

When one of the men's sticks came crashing down, he flipped his wrist, like a vine clinging to a tree, and stuck it to the other man's stick. With his other hand, his fingers formed a claw, and he swiftly grabbed the other man's wrist.

The man felt a numbness in his wrist, and half of his body became immobile. He could no longer hold onto the stick, and it fell to the ground with a clatter.

Liu Wen pressed his advantage, delivering a powerful elbow strike to the opponent's chest. The man groaned and flew backward.

The Liu brothers were both skilled in martial arts; they would be considered experts in the ordinary martial arts world.

But even the strongest man can't fight off a large number of opponents.

As soon as they clashed, they immediately found themselves in a fierce battle.

There were far too many people on the other side, and they were very well coordinated.

As soon as one person was repelled, two more would immediately take their place from the side, the attacks coming wave after wave like a tide, giving them no chance to catch their breath.

Just as Liu Wen had taken down one of them, two machetes came crashing down from the side, forcing him to retreat in a sorry state.

Liu Wu was in even greater danger. He was tightly entangled by three skilled knife-wielders. Although their staff techniques were fierce, they were not fully effective. Several times, the blades grazed his body, putting him in grave peril.

"Hongpu, stand against the wall!"

Jiang Shaosheng gave a low shout and shoved the still somewhat dazed Hong Pu into the corner.

That position is relatively safe; you only need to face enemies from one direction.

"Shaosheng, I..."

Hong Pu's legs went weak as he watched the carnage unfold before him.

"Don't be afraid! Remember what I taught you! If someone gets close, use your body to block them! Smash them!"

Jiang Shaosheng's words struck Hong Pu like a heavy hammer blow.

Yes! Close to the body!

Hong Pu recalled the feeling of practicing just now, took a deep breath, and tried to calm himself down.

He picked up the broken stick from the ground, gripped it tightly with both hands, and stared wide-eyed.

Jiang Shaosheng ignored him. He knew that at this time, Hong Pu could only rely on himself.

He quickly looked around the yard.

Liu Wu's side is in the most danger!

The three knife-wielders who attacked him coordinated perfectly, with one launching the main attack while the other two harassed him from the flanks, their blades never missing Liu Wu's lower body and neck.

Although Liu Wu's staff technique was powerful, it had too many openings in his defense, and he was forced to retreat repeatedly, his vest soaked with sweat.

If this continues, Liu Wu will definitely be injured within ten moves!

Jiang Shaosheng's eyes narrowed, and he no longer hesitated.

He stomped his foot and, using the shadows, silently circled around to the side and rear of the three knife-wielders along the base of the wall.

One of the knife-wielders was so focused on coordinating with his partner that he slashed at Liu Wu's side, completely unaware of the danger behind him.

It's now!

Jiang Shaosheng was moved.

Bajiquan, Dingxin Elbow!

He pushed off the ground with his back foot, exerted force from his waist and hips, twisted all the power in his body into one, transmitted it through his spine to his arm, and slammed his elbow viciously into the back of the knife-wielder's heart!

Before the knife-wielder could even scream, his body suddenly arched forward, spitting out a mouthful of blood mixed with pieces of internal organs.

The knife in his hand clattered to the ground, and he collapsed forward limply, clearly not going to make it.

One fatal blow!

This happened in a flash, as fast as lightning, leaving the remaining two swordsmen and Liu Wu, who was struggling to hold on, stunned.

The knife-wielder turned around and saw Jiang Shaosheng's emotionless eyes. He was so frightened that he ran away without thinking.

How could Jiang Shaosheng let him get away?

He stepped forward and, with a simple "Three-No-Look-At-the-Door" move, his fist, carrying a force that tore through the air, slammed directly into the back of the man's head.

"Bang!"

The man's head swelled up like a rotten watermelon, immediately turning red. Without uttering a sound, he collapsed to the ground, twitched twice, and remained motionless.

In the blink of an eye, of the three men who had besieged Liu Wu, two were dead and one escaped.

Liu Wu felt a sudden relief from the pressure. He looked at the two corpses on the ground, then at Jiang Shaosheng, who was expressionless, with a blank stare in his eyes.

He now realizes just how wrong he was from the start.

This isn't just a trained fighter, this is a killing god!

Jiang Shaosheng's attacks were ruthless, precise, and efficient, with no unnecessary movements. Every move was aimed at vital points.

"What are you standing there for! Protect yourself!"

Jiang Shaosheng let out a low growl at him, his figure blurred, and he lunged at another battle.

Liu Wu was brought back to his senses by his shout. He glanced at Jiang Shaosheng's back, and his eyes were no longer filled with jealousy or resentment, but only with awe and gratitude.

He stomped his foot hard, roared, and brandished his wooden stick, charging towards the enemies pouring in through the gate to relieve the pressure on Jiang Shaosheng.

Jiang Shaosheng's arrival was like a sharp knife, instantly tearing open the enemy's encirclement.

Liu Wen was caught in a pincer attack and was about to be injured when Jiang Shaosheng suddenly appeared from the side and delivered a "Standing Sky Cannon" punch. His fist rose from below and drilled into the chin of one of the men, sending his teeth flying and blood flying as he fell backward.

On Hongpu's side, a thug, seeing that he was easy to bully, grinned maliciously and chopped at his head with a knife.

Hong Pu was so frightened that he closed his eyes and haphazardly bumped into the other person using the "close-fitting stance" he had just learned.

Just as the knife was about to strike Hong Pu, Jiang Shaosheng appeared out of nowhere and kicked the thug in the wrist.

The thug's knife flew out of his hand, and Hong Pu's blow slammed solidly into his chest.

The thug was knocked backward and sent flying, knocking down a bunch of people behind him.

Hongpu opened his eyes and found himself unharmed, while the man who had tried to kill him was lying on the ground foaming at the mouth. He was stunned.

"Am I that amazing?"

"Don't just stand there! Keep going!"

Jiang Shaosheng's voice came from not far away.

Hong Pu was greatly encouraged and his confidence soared. He roared and, brandishing a broken wooden stick, charged towards the enemy.

With Jiang Shaosheng as their pillar of support, the situation on the field instantly reversed.

With the pressure greatly reduced, the Liu brothers fought even harder.

Although Hong Pu's moves were clumsy, he fought quite well with his brute strength and the two moves Jiang Shaosheng had taught him, and for a while no one could get close to him.

Liu San'er, who was standing at the door supervising the battle, was terrified, and his back was soaked with cold sweat.

He never imagined that this young man would be so ruthless when he really fought!

If this continues, the dozen or so men I brought with me will probably all be stranded here today.

No! We can't wait any longer!

Liu San'er gritted his teeth, took out a small bamboo whistle from his pocket, put it to his lips, and blew it with all his might!

A sharp whistle pierced the sounds of battle raging in the courtyard.