Being forced to grow like a pig? But I'm immune to the consequences!

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Wu Sheng asked with certainty, "Xu Wenbo? Someone from the Xu family? Or who else?"

Upon hearing those two names, a fleeting glint flashed in Scarface's eyes, but it was quickly masked by murderous intent.

Wu Sheng also noticed this slight fluctuation.

"Just as I thought."

"Kid, stop thinking nonsense. Go down there and think about it slowly!"

At this moment, Scarface stopped talking and suddenly pushed off with his feet. He stomped a shallow pit in the ground and shot towards Wu Sheng like an arrow.

Seven layers of body tempering!

As his blood and qi surged, Scarface's speed and strength reached the peak of the Body Tempering Realm. The short knife in his hand was aimed directly at Wu Sheng's throat, showing no mercy and delivering a fatal blow with a single strike.

"A mere fifth-level Body Tempering scumbag isn't worth me making a special trip for." Scarface sneered inwardly.

He felt extremely disdainful after learning about Wu Sheng.

A child at the fifth level of body tempering has been staying at the martial arts academy and has never actually fought a life-or-death battle.

Why would someone like this need to hire Xu Wenbo to handle their case?

However, Xu Wenbo was willing to pay a price.

Then he certainly wouldn't let it go!

In an instant, the short knife was less than half a foot away from Wu Sheng's throat.

Wu Sheng remained standing in the same spot, motionless.

A cruel gleam of pleasure flashed in Scarface's eyes, as if he could already see the scene of blood gushing out.

"I see..."

Wu Sheng uttered three words softly.

next moment.

boom!

An extremely terrifying aura erupted from Wu Sheng's body without reservation.

That's not the blood and qi fluctuation of someone in the Body Tempering Realm.

That's the aura unique to martial artists!

The surrounding air seemed to freeze at that moment. An invisible bio-force field instantly enveloped an area of ​​several meters in radius.

Scarface's forward-leaning body suddenly froze.

He felt as if an invisible mountain had pressed down hard on his shoulders, causing his blood and qi to stagnate instantly, and making it extremely difficult to breathe.

The short knife stopped three inches from Wu Sheng's throat, unable to advance even an inch further.

Scarface's eyes widened, almost bulging out of their sockets. His once ferocious face was now filled with disbelief and extreme terror.

His hands began to tremble violently and uncontrollably.

"Martial... warrior!"

Scarface squeezed out broken syllables from his throat.

This aura, this terrifying sense of oppression as if it came from a higher predator, constantly reminded him that the little child in front of him was a terrifying martial artist!

The information Xu Wenbo gave clearly stated that this kid was only at the fifth level of Body Tempering! How could he possibly be a martial artist!

In Yangon, martial artists are high above others; killing someone at the seventh level of Body Tempering is easier than crushing an ant!

He knew all too well how terrifying a martial artist could be once they made a move!

That damned Xu Wenbo, he actually gave us false information!

escape!

At that moment, only one thought remained in Scarface's mind. He tried with all his might to retreat.

The aura of a martial artist enveloped him, causing his body to tremble instinctively and become uncontrollable.

But perhaps due to years of training and fighting, his will eventually overcame his body's instincts, and he swayed and took a step forward.

But what can we do about it?

Wu Sheng raised his hand.

The movement appeared slow, but before Scarface could retreat, it precisely gripped his throat.

Tighten your knuckles.

Click.

The sound of the neck bone shattering was exceptionally clear in the deathly silence of the ruins.

Scarface's body convulsed violently a few times, the light in his eyes quickly faded, and the short knife in his hand fell limply to the ground.

A master who had reached the seventh level of Body Tempering and had truly experienced battle died just like that.

Wu released his grip, letting the corpse slump to the ground.

The wind in the ruins whipped up dust into a thin line, drifting past the spot where Scarface had fallen, leaving nothing behind.

Wu Sheng squatted down and examined the body.

His movements were neither fast nor slow. He touched the belt, the inner pockets, and the boot shafts one by one.

There was a stack of coins of varying denominations in the purse, a considerable amount. Wu Sheng weighed it in his hand and then put it in.

There was another cloth wrapped tightly, which felt heavy to the touch. He untied a corner and saw what was inside, and paused for a moment.

Dried exotic animal meat. It was processed very neatly, divided into three portions, and wrapped separately for easy carrying and preservation.

"It was an unexpected bonus."

Wu Sheng said something in a low voice, tied up the cloth bag, and put it away.

Three portions of exotic beast meat are worth about the same as ten potential potions.

All things considered, the cost of the items he bought from the black market today has probably been covered.

There's even some left.

He dragged the body behind a half-collapsed stone wall, lightly punched the base of the wall, the whole wall made a muffled sound, and the broken stones collapsed, covering the scarred face and the bloodstains.

Ruins are ruins. Burying one more person won't make a difference.

Wu Sheng clapped his hands, turned around and walked out of the building complex, heading towards the ferry terminal.

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The return journey was quieter than in the morning.

A breeze blew from the river, carrying the fishy smell of water. Wu Sheng sat on the gunwale, watching the distance between the two banks gradually widen, but his mind was preoccupied with something else.

"A body tempering level seven cultivator was crushed by my single hand."

He went over the matter in his mind, but it still felt somewhat abstract.

People like Scarface are top-tier figures in the outer city's settlements, and even within the Hyena Gang, those at his level are few and far between. Two months ago, killing him would have been as easy as crushing an ant.

But now?

The dagger was still three inches from his throat when he was already unable to move.

Wu Sheng recalled the entire process of how he made the move.

One strike, and it's over.

"Martial artist." He mentally went over the two words without any particular emotional fluctuation. "No wonder the people in the inner city value this threshold so much. This isn't about quantity, it's about quality."

No matter how high one cultivates to the Body Tempering Realm, it is essentially still about strengthening the physical body and accumulating qi and blood. But martial artists are different—a martial artist's qi is something from another dimension, which overwhelms those in the Body Tempering Realm as easily as pressing down on an ant with one's hand, requiring no effort at all.

Wu Sheng clenched his fist, his five fingers together. The absolute sense of security that came with strength made his eyes even calmer.

Those people in the outer city who risk their lives to get into the inner city and the martial arts academy are all ultimately pursuing the same thing.

As the boat docked, Wu Sheng stood up and strode towards the inner city.

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It was already afternoon when I returned to the martial arts academy.

Everyone was still training on the field, so Wu Sheng bypassed them and went straight back to his dormitory.

There was no one in the dormitory.

He took out two leather booklets from his pocket, placed them on the table, and began to read them.

Let's start with the first book, "Martial Arts Cultivation Methods".

The opening section outlines the division of martial arts realms: skin, flesh, tendons, and bones, totaling four levels.

The name is simple, but the journey is anything but.

But each level is extremely difficult to master.

The Body Tempering Realm only strengthens the Qi and blood, while the Martial Artist Realm uses this newly generated "Qi" to temper and refine every cell of the body.

It consumes a huge amount of resources.

Moreover, breaking through levels has become more difficult, and each breakthrough generally requires the use of precious resources.