Becoming a Martial Saint starts with Jian Ti Quan (a type of Chinese martial art).

"Your future?"

"How have I gotten in your way?"

Fang Shuwen stood up and looked directly at Liu Mang as he approached.

The night wind blew in from the alley entrance, and the moonlight cast long and short shadows on the bluestone pavement.

Liu Mang stopped five steps away.

At this moment, he realized that Chen Da was not the one waiting ahead.

"Fang Shuwen!"

What are you doing here?

Liu Mang felt relieved, although he didn't know why Chen Da wasn't there, but Fang Shuwen was.

And he also let the other party hear what he said.

But so what?

Fang Shuwen was just a skinny student; he was no match for him in a real fight.

Thinking of this,

A slight smile even appeared on Liu Mang's lips.

However, he did not notice the slumped figure in a corner of the backyard.

He only saw Fang Shuwen stand up, alone, empty-handed.

"So what if you heard it?"

Liu Mang shoved his hands into his pockets, raised his chin slightly, and resumed his usual nonchalant demeanor.

"I was originally planning to let you go, but why didn't you stay at home properly and instead tried to go see Young Master Guo?"

"That's not my fault!"

Oh.

Fang Shuwen thought to himself, "Just as I thought."

It's clear that Liu Mang's hiring of someone to deal with him was suspicious.

The last trace of uncertainty in his heart dissipated, replaced by a chill.

He looked up at Liu Mang, his tone neither hurried nor slow:

"So, you also planned that I should pinch that rich girl's butt at the temple fair?"

"You only realize it now?"

Liu Mang chuckled, took a cigarette from his pocket, put it in his mouth, lit it with a match, and took a puff.

"You're not even fit to be a dog. The position next to Young Master Guo should belong to me, Liu Mang. You, the son of a gatekeeper, dare to compete with me?"

Fang Shuwen almost laughed in anger upon hearing this.

What's wrong with this person's brain?

Are they all vying to be someone's dog?

He's not the original owner of this body, so there's no way he'd go back to currying favor with that young master Guo, or be someone's dog.

Do you think I'm arguing with you?

Fang Shuwen shook his head.

"Liu Mang, you went to all this trouble to scheme against me just to snatch a job as a lackey for Young Master Guo?"

"What do you mean by 'lackey'!"

Liu Mang was stung by these words, and his voice suddenly rose:

"What do you know? That's Sheng Hai Martial Arts University! Young Master Guo is a guaranteed admission student! If you go in with him, even the worst job you can get is a squad leader in the Public Security Bureau after graduation!"

"If it were you, wouldn't you be tempted?"

Born into an ordinary family, he bowed and scraped, acting like a dog to others.

That way, you can get a chance to enter Shenghai Martial Arts University.

Even if it's just to sit in on classes and act as someone's study companion.

After graduation, they will be qualified to enter official institutions and at least become cadres.

This is exactly what Fang Shuwen's father always said.

Old Fang sold everything he owned to send him to middle school; wasn't that what he was after?

In the future, I'll carry a pen in my pocket, become a cadre, and rise above others.

The original owner probably thought the same thing.

That's why he followed Guo Ziming around, serving him tea and water, flattering him, all in order to climb up to the powerful and enter the upper class.

Unfortunately, the original owner is gone.

At that temple fair, he was killed by Chen Da's punch.

Fang Shuwen, who is standing here now, has had his soul replaced.

"Liu Mang".

Fang Shuwen finally spoke, his words clearly carried through the night wind to Liu Mang's ears.

"You're right. If this path had been available before, I might have actually been tempted by it."

Liu Mang frowned, about to say something, but Fang Shuwen continued speaking.

"But things are different now."

"I want to get into Shenghai Martial Arts University. I'll take the entrance exam myself."

Liu Mang thought he had misheard, paused for a moment, and then burst into laughter.

"Are you taking the test?"

"With your attitude, you still want to get into Shenghai Martial Arts University?"

Fang Shuwen failed six out of seven subjects. If it weren't for physical education dragging down his score, he wouldn't even be eligible for a make-up exam!

This person actually said to his face that he wanted the best university in the south, Wuhan University, Sheng Hai University.

Could this kid have lost oxygen to his brain from squatting for too long?

That's wishful thinking; he's probably delusional.

Thinking of this, Liu Mang laughed heartily:

"Do you know what the admission requirements are for Sheng Hai Martial Arts University? At least you need to have mastered the basics of martial arts, like the 'Three Cracks in the Bone' and 'Sound Strength'!"

"You've practiced martial arts, but you haven't even scratched the surface. What do you have to offer for the exam? Your mouth?"

His laughter was loud and grating.

But as he laughed, his voice lowered, and eventually even the curve of his lips froze.

Because Fang Shuwen did not refute it.

There was no heated argument, no angry lunge, and not even a hint of embarrassment at being hit where it hurt.

He just stood there quietly.

Under the pale moonlight, he stood calmly, looking at him as if he were a fool.

This silence is more unsettling than any rebuttal.

"Are you done talking?" Fang Shuwen asked.

Liu Mang opened his mouth, but no words came out.

At that moment, his gaze shifted and he saw a dark figure huddled on one side of the courtyard.

Liu Mang's pupils suddenly shrank to pinpoints.

That's a person.

It's Chen Da.

Chen Da's neck was twisted abnormally, making it clear that this person could not possibly be alive.

The laughter was completely stuck in Liu Mang's throat.

He felt as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over his head, chilling him to the bone.

He abruptly pulled his gaze away from Chen Da's corpse.

His gaze was fixed on the boy in front of him, who was wearing a gray cloth robe and had empty hands.

"You...you killed Chen Da?"

Liu Mang's voice became high-pitched and distorted, and his lips trembled.

"The martial artist whose bones cracked—you killed him?"

"No, no, no, that's impossible! How did he die? Who killed him?"

Fang Shuwen did not answer this question.

He simply raised his right hand, opened his palm in the moonlight, and then slowly clenched it.

The joints cracked.

The sound wasn't a normal cracking of joints, but a crisp sound coming from deep within the bones, like a firecracker exploding inside the flesh.

One sound, two sounds.

Crisp, coherent, and powerful.

Liu Mang's face turned pale instantly.

He heard two cracking sounds, and of course he knew what that meant.

Therefore, Chen Da was killed by Fang Shuwen!

"When...when did you...?"

Liu Mang was dumbfounded, his mind filled with an unbelievable sense of absurdity.

But no matter how unbelievable it may seem.

Fang Shuwen is now a force he can no longer contend with!

"Now, do you still think I'm competing with you to be someone's dog?"

Fang Shuwen took a step forward.

He stopped in front of Liu Mang, looking down at the man who was half a head taller than him and was now retreating.

"Liu Mang, do you want my leg, or my life?"

Liu Mang could no longer hold back.

He fell to his knees with a thud, his knees hitting the bluestone slab with a dull thud.

He frantically pulled out his money from his pocket, and ten silver dollars clattered and fell to the ground.

"No...don't kill me...Fang Shuwen...Brother Fang!"

Liu Mang's voice was choked with sobs, and his face was covered in snot and tears.

"I have money! It's all yours! I won't argue with you about Young Master Guo's matter; the spot is yours!"

"Brother Fang, please let me go. I promise I'll never show my face in front of you again, I promise..."

Click,

next moment.

With a sharp crack, Fang Shuwen snapped Liu Mang's neck.

"Even if I kill you, this money will still be mine."