I became a martial arts saint while playing games.

Enraged, Zhao Linyuan threw a punch, the force of which was fierce, aimed directly at Gu Yan's face.

Gu Yan's eyes narrowed slightly. He could clearly see the rise and fall of the opponent's punches and the direction of the force at a glance.

He raised his fist and gently extended it, his fingertips slightly twitching, as he shifted his body half an inch to the side. The movements were slow and casual, exuding an elegant composure.

Zhao Linyuan himself didn't know why, but even though the other party seemed to have just casually given way, he couldn't stop his punch. He stumbled and fell forward with a "thud," landing face-first in the mud.

Gu Yan looked at Young Master Zhao, who was lying on the ground with his buttocks sticking up, and laughed. He said something that no one else could understand: "Haha, could this be Young Master Zhao's family secret technique, 'Buttocks Backwards, Wild Geese Descending on the Sand'? I've learned about it today."

Although Zhao Linyuan didn't know the origin of the joke, it didn't stop him from realizing that the other person was mocking his embarrassing situation. He was furious and subconsciously looked up, only to meet Shen Qinghan's cold gaze, which carried a hint of disdain.

Shen Qinghan realized that the other party had just tried to take advantage of her in the chaos. Although she had no good feelings towards Zhao Linyuan before, she did not feel as disgusted as she did now. At the same time, she was even more grateful to Gu Yan for protecting her.

Zhao Linyuan was even angrier upon noticing that cold gaze. If he had succeeded in striking, being glared at would have been one thing. But he failed, grabbed something he shouldn't have, and even fell flat on his face. He had really lost out, so how could he not be furious?

Zhao Linyuan naturally vented his anger on Gu Yan.

Before he could get up, he spun around and lashed out with his right leg. Before the first leg even arrived, his left leg followed immediately.

The mandarin ducks moved in a series of rapid, swift movements, displaying the "Phantom Shadow Leg" technique, a martial art passed down in the Zhao family. Although limited by his age and not yet fully mastered, he had already received his father's true teachings and was now able to fully express the essence of the elusive and unpredictable leg techniques.

Gu Yan watched as his legs rose and fell, his figure moving like a gentle breeze, and he easily dodged away.

When Zhao Linyuan's subsequent series of kicks reached the middle, he flipped his wrist and struck down with his palm, lightly tapping the opponent's ankle with his fingertips, using the technique of shifting the universe to guide and pull along the force of the leg.

Zhao Linyuan's kick missed again, the force was off, and his body swayed violently, almost falling over once more. Fortunately, he was prepared this time, and in the midst of the chaos, he used the "Thousand-Pound Drop" technique, stomping his feet hard on the ground, his heels sinking into the earth with such force that he was able to stabilize his footing and avoid making a fool of himself again.

Zhao Linyuan was only in his early twenties, but he had already reached the Qi Control Realm, making him outstanding among the younger generation of the Zhao family. He had been deeply loved by his elders since childhood. Coupled with his family background, he had almost never suffered any losses since he was a child.

Now, facing a lowly servant without any official status in the Demon Suppression Division, he was confident he could make him kneel and beg for mercy with a single move. However, he ended up making several disgraceful mistakes. Enraged, he naturally realized that the other party was no ordinary person and was probably not just a simple servant.

He thought to himself that the Zhao and Fu families had always been at odds, and he and Fu Qinghe were even more sworn enemies. This young servant boy, mingling with Fu Qinghe and possessing such extraordinary skills, must be someone Fu Qinghe had specifically sought out to make things difficult for him, and was actually a disciple of some martial arts sect...

...No, perhaps this boy's appearance is all an act, or he might even be a master from some second-tier sect.

As far as he knew, among the martial arts sects in Xuanzhou that were on good terms with the Fu family, although there were no first-rate sects, it was not difficult for some second- or third-tier sects to produce a Qi Control Realm expert.

Thinking of this, Zhao Linyuan sneered inwardly.

Although it is unknown which sect he was recruited from, among the sects that the Fu family has associated with, there is none that the Zhao family should be wary of.

Thinking of this, a fierce glint flashed in Zhao Linyuan's eyes. He stepped forward and shouted, "You little thief! Take another punch!"

He cursed, then suddenly raised his left hand outwards, making a horizontal palm strike, a feint to block, thus diverting Gu Yan's attention. Suddenly, his right arm gathered power and surged forward, aiming straight for the center.

This was a move from his family's traditional boxing style, using a feint to deceive the enemy while concealing a real punch.

But what was even more unexpected was that, halfway through his right fist's movement, he suddenly flipped his long sleeve, and a cold, gleaming light flashed beneath the sleeve, revealing a sharp short dagger that silently stabbed out from within.

Shen Qinghan, who was locked in combat with a skilled member of the Zhao family, caught a glimpse of the suddenly flashing, cold blade out of the corner of his eye and blurted out, "Watch out!"

In ordinary battles between powerful families, people are careful with their strength and rarely use weapons, at most suffering minor injuries. But who would have thought that Zhao Linyuan, humiliated and enraged, would be so willing to commit murder in a fit of rage?

His sudden use of a weapon, catching everyone off guard, already broke the unspoken rules. Furthermore, he deliberately shouted "Take this punch!" to confuse the situation, and concealed a dagger in his sleeve, which was truly despicable behavior.

Although Zhao Linyuan's actions were partly driven by anger, he actually had his own plans in mind.

Even though Fu Qinghe and his cronies were at odds with him, they were still officials of the Demon Suppression Division, so he naturally wouldn't dare to truly harm them. But this Fu Qinghe was ungrateful; today he actually invited a nobody from the martial arts world to humiliate him. Even if he killed this kind of amateur expert in public, what did the Zhao family have to fear given their strong foundation and influence in Xuancang City?

Instead, they could take this opportunity to kill someone to establish their authority and publicly humiliate Fu Qinghe, thus regaining face and establishing their own power.

Although he had a brilliant plan, he had no idea what would happen next.

Of course, this young master had lived in the city for a long time, and was used to being arrogant and domineering, so his understanding of martial arts was limited. Although he suffered two losses, he didn't recognize the divine skill "Shifting Heaven and Earth." Otherwise, he would never have dared to use such a trick.

A cold glint flashed from his sleeve, and Gu Yan lightly flipped his palms, using the Shifting Universe technique once more. He drew his left palm diagonally, his fingertips lightly touching Zhao Linyuan's wrist, thus deflecting his force. His right palm pressed lightly against the other's shoulder from a distance, using the momentum of Zhao's forward charge to subtly change the direction of the blade.

He manipulated the force, reversing its direction; his technique was so wondrous it was beyond comprehension. Zhao Linyuan felt the force in his wrist shift, his arm completely out of his control, and the short dagger in his sleeve suddenly bent, slicing open the flesh of his left arm with a soft "thud."

The dagger left a bloody gash; although the wound was quite deep, it was not a vital injury and was merely a superficial wound.

But after taking that dagger, Zhao Linyuan's face turned deathly pale, and he staggered backward, dropping the dagger with a clatter.

In a short while, his muscles began to twitch uncontrollably, and he curled up on the ground, unable to move.

The fighting suddenly stopped. Zhao's family members were shocked and abandoned their opponents. They cried out "Young Master!" and rushed to Zhao Linyuan's side in a panic.

Gu Yan looked at Zhao Linyuan, who was convulsing and surrounded by his entourage, and said calmly:

"I never imagined that the Zhao family, with its vast fortune and the eldest son of a prominent family, would secretly coat his weapons with such a sinister and bizarre poison as the Sealing Vein Cold Poison used by demons."

Everyone present paled instantly upon hearing this.

Cold poison that seals meridians!