From slave trader to the Immortal Lord of Ten Thousand Laws

"Oh?"

Upon hearing this, the advisor immediately became interested and said no more, only stroking his beard and nodding, squinting at the two people in the room.

After Liu Shun set up his boxing stance, according to the rules of martial arts etiquette in the competition, Wang Dao was also required to set up his boxing stance as a return gesture.

"Ha!"

Wang Dao's eyes narrowed, his stance became neither straight nor square, his right fist pressed lightly against his waist like an arrow nocked on a bowstring, while his left palm was drawn diagonally in front of his chest as if closing a door. His body was filled with hidden energy, like pulling out a dragon's bones, stretching his spine straight section by section.

"Qi Long——!"

The spine cracked and popped, like beans popping in a hot pot.

This method of stretching the spine is too barbaric. The sound is crackling and popping like beans, making people's scalp tingle and subconsciously raising goosebumps all over their bodies.

But Wang Dao remained expressionless.

As if he were oblivious to the pain, he slowly closed his right fist, which was loosely pressed against his waist, his five fingers gradually clenching and binding tightly, like twisting ox tendons, producing a suffocating muffled sound; his left palm was pulled diagonally an inch from his chest, and with a turn of the palm facing outward, his wrist bones rotated lightly, as if pushing a millstone.

"Ha!"

As soon as Wang Dao finished his fist stance, he thrust out a palm strike.

He had practiced this move countless times. Whether in private sparring or gang fights, many hot-headed martial artists, before they had even reached the required level, had their path to advancement interrupted by his single palm strike.

When he unleashed this palm strike again, the advisor was stunned.

"king......"

He spoke hastily, about to stop them, when a sharp sound pierced the air, like a cold whip lashing out at cattle and horses:

"Snapped!"

The clerk was taken aback. He looked in the direction of the sound and saw that the cracking of the whip came from Liu Shun's wrist.

But Liu Shun's body suddenly sank, using the force of his feet twisting in the Yin-Yang Peak, his body turned sharply to the side, and his right fist, which was originally in front of his chest, instantly turned into a palm. The force from the palm heel was like a whip, and he flicked forward diagonally, throwing out a sharp arc of light.

"Snapped!"

The arc of light was tricky; it wasn't a straight punch, but rather a lightning-fast strike to the "Yifeng" acupoint behind Wang Dao's earlobe.

The Yifeng acupoint is a point of fainting in the human body. An ordinary martial artist would faint upon being struck by this point, his vision would go black, his consciousness would dissipate, and he would collapse to the ground.

But after Liu Shun's successful strike, only one word remained in his mind:

hard.

It's too hard!

He looked closely and found that the skin behind Wang Dao's earlobe was like a thick callus, rough and hard, like tanned kraft paper. Touching it made his fingertips ache, tough yet astringent.

The swift, lightning-fast lash was like a dull thud, leaving only a muffled sound near the ear before falling silent.

"Ninth Rank? Skin Refining?!"

Liu Shun's expression froze, a great crisis looming in his heart.

Li Nian, who was standing to the side, also sensed that something was amiss.

His brows furrowed slightly, and as he glanced sideways, he saw the clerk beside him stroking his beard with a smile, explaining in a gentle voice:

"Wang Dao can endure hardship. In his past years, he practiced martial arts diligently to prepare for the martial arts examination. His skin and flesh were toughened and dense, even in small places like behind his ears. Although it was not as thick and tough as his chest and back, it was still far superior to that of an unranked martial artist."

"Let him come and give you boxing practice, aren't you afraid he'll get hurt?"

Li Nian paused, then asked:

"But he was once a ninth-rank official?"

The advisor smiled and nodded: "With such skill in skin training, one must have reached the ninth rank, but that was in the past and is not worth mentioning."

The advisor's words were particularly astute.

Leaving aside Wang Dao's past, it is only stated that he once reached the ninth rank. Even though his rank has fallen, his skin, which has been tempered through trials, is still intact, and he still retains the skill of a skin-training martial artist.

But these words still startled Li Nian.

"Truly an extraordinary person."

He secretly praised it, feeling amazed, but still couldn't help asking:

"Is this the case throughout your gang?"

Ok?

What do you mean by that?

The advisor was slightly taken aback, thinking that Li Nian was asking whether the gang's historical double-flower red sticks also possessed such a reputation as Wang Dao. He then pondered for a moment, recalling the gang's rules, and thought:

"But that's not something that can't be said."

He then answered truthfully:

"So that my lord may know, this is how things are in the gang."

hiss....

Li Nian was secretly shocked, thinking, "What a Money Gang! No wonder even Thunderbolt Hand, one of the Eight Little Heroes, wants to befriend them; they have such a wealth..."

He pondered, glancing heavily at Wang Dao in the arena, thinking to himself, "He's just a Blue Lantern, not some Double Flower Red Stick, but I didn't expect him to have a body that's no less tough than a ninth-rank martial artist. Not only is he durable, but he's just a Blue Lantern."

Hearing the advisor's words, Li Nian mistook Wang Dao's pair of red-flowered sticks for a blue lantern from the gang, and thought to himself:

"But the advisor said that all the Blue Lanterns in his gang are like that... Ugh... I can't even imagine it!"

Blue Lantern refers to an ordinary member of a gang.

All members of the "Four Nine" gang who have been in the gang for three years or more can undergo a ceremony to "hang the blue" and be promoted to the rank of "Blue Lantern." This group is the largest and is the main force responsible for guarding the venues and collecting "gift money." Within the Money Gang, there are at least four or five hundred Blue Lanterns.

"In other words... there are four or five hundred 'Skin Training' members within this Money Gang?!"

hiss....

Li Nian gasped.

Thinking about these four or five hundred "trained skin" individuals, he couldn't help but feel uneasy, but he could only console himself by saying:

Fortunately, this is not true skin training.

"Although my father is bold and resourceful, he almost stumbled this time. When I become a disciple of Chen Kun and my family gradually plots against the Money Gang, we must proceed with extreme caution and tread carefully."

"Thank goodness for me, thank goodness for me..."

call--

Li Nian spoke cautiously, his heart filled with lingering fear and sorrow. But once he calmed down, his mind was no longer on the matter. Yet, he dared not pretend to be nonchalant and look at the two people in the scene.

"Snapped!"

Liu Shun's palm strike, which started from "Liangyi Peak," lashed out at Wang Dao's ear, but he only felt a jolt in his hand, like striking a drumhead, and Wang Dao's neck muscles trembled instinctively.

The lash that struck Wang Dao left only a faint white mark on the skin below his ear, without a trace of red. There was no bruising or tearing of the skin.

Upon seeing this, Wang Dao grinned maliciously.

As his grin grew increasingly ferocious, the scar at the corner of his mouth became more and more menacing, like a centipede crawling on his cheek, its movement adding to his menacing aura.

"Take this!"

The muffled shout was like a thunderclap.

Wang Dao gave a timely reminder, implying that the competition was just a friendly exchange, but before he could even speak, his right hand suddenly threw a punch the instant the muscles in his neck trembled from the impact!

"Bang!"

The force of the punch pierced the air like thunder and lightning.

Liu Shun heard a muffled thunderclap, and when he looked again, he saw that the fist was coming straight for his face.

"not good!"

Liu Shun instinctively tried to block with his hand, but the punch was not a straight punch. Instead, his wrist flicked, his five fingers came together like a bird's beak, and his right arm, like a boneless, supple snake, suddenly shot out, quickly sliding out a tricky arc, so fast that it left only a blur.

"Snapped!"

A sharp crack, like a whip, lashed behind Liu Shun's ear.

The blow wasn't aimed at anywhere else, but at Wang Dao's Yifeng acupoint, which he had just attacked with the "Two Elements Peak" stance.

But Liu Shun wasn't so lucky.

He was not a ninth-rank official. All along, his martial arts skills were acquired through trickery and honing in the [Gold-Discarding Cave], and could not withstand scrutiny. He was nothing like Wang Dao, who had a rough and durable skin.

This blow, however, was a solid and effective one.

"Bang!"

Liu Shun tilted his head to the side and fell heavily to the ground, instinctively losing consciousness.

"Thank you for your concession."

Wang Dao clasped his hands and bowed to Li Nian.

Li Nian frowned:

"Go and summon Niu Da."

The lackey had already gone to the back room, but hadn't found Niu Da, so he had to return first. Hearing this, he was sweating profusely and could only tremble as he said:

"Brother Li, Niu Da is nowhere to be found..."