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

In the alley, in front of a low brick house.

There was a person squatting there; it was Chen Da.

He had a Hademen dangling from his mouth and stared listlessly at the street corner.

"Damn, that kid's got a tough life. I used eight-tenths of my strength in that punch. I wouldn't say I killed him, but he shouldn't be alive and kicking after just a few days."

"Did my hand slip during that punch?"

Chen Da muttered to himself, pondering in his mind.

That poor bastard surnamed Fang, after being punched by him, actually appeared at Wenxuan Pavilion so quickly, lively and energetic.

If I didn't know, Liu Mang wouldn't have spoken nonsense about such a thing.

He wouldn't believe it.

"Well, it's good that the kid is alright. Liu Mang will have to bleed money again, so it's good to earn another ten dollars from him."

Chen Da squatted at his doorstep, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, plotting how to raise prices when Liu Mang arrived.

He received five dollars for that punch last time.

This time, I really wanted him to kill someone, but after thinking about it, I realized that ten dollars wasn't enough.

It will cost at least twenty yuan.

He exhaled a smoke ring and squinted at the alley entrance.

The footsteps came faster than he expected.

Liu Mang was surprisingly quick this time!

A figure turned into the alley, walking quickly and hurriedly, the soles of his shoes making a dull sound on the bluestone slabs.

It was completely dark, and the only light coming from the broken lantern at his door was dim, which couldn't illuminate the face of the person who came in.

"Liu Mang, why were you so quick? So eager to kill that brat!"

Chen Da stood up, patted the dust off his backside, and the cigarette in his mouth trembled as he spoke.

"But let me make this clear from the start: the price we just agreed on doesn't count. This time, the price will be higher. Ten dollars isn't enough; it'll be at least twenty dollars, and you'll have to pay upfront."

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly realized something was wrong.

The person who came did not respond.

He knew Liu Mang well; his voice was as loud as a broken gong, and could be heard from half a street away.

But the person in front of me walked from the alley entrance to my face without saying a word or exchanging a greeting.

And this figure...

That's not right either!

This person is not Liu Mang!

Chen Da spat out the cigarette and squinted to look closely.

At this moment, the person had already reached the lantern.

He was more than half a head shorter than Liu Mang, and much thinner in build.

He was wearing a faded gray cloth long gown and had a cloth satchel slung over his shoulder.

It wasn't Liu Mang after all.

It turned out to be his target, Fang Shuwen.

Chen's pupils suddenly contracted.

He recognized him, and was still wondering how this guy ended up here.

Their reaction was even slower than expected.

Fang Shuwen has already made his move.

Before the man could say another word, his right hand reached out from behind his back, clutching a piece of blue brick.

Smash it on the head.

With a loud bang!

The blue brick slammed solidly onto Chen's forehead, sending fragments flying everywhere.

Cigarette ash mixed with brick dust exploded, and Chen Da groaned, staggering back two steps before his back slammed heavily against the door frame.

"you!"

He subconsciously reached out to cover his forehead, his palm was hot and sticky, and red and white fluid was dripping down between his fingers.

The moment the blue bricks were smashed into solid ground, my ears rang and my vision went black.

But Chen Da was, after all, a martial arts practitioner, and his bones still had a strong foundation.

For an ordinary person, that brick would have knocked them down long ago.

But he stubbornly refused to fall.

"Fuck you! You dare hit me? You're asking for it!"

Chen Da's head was spinning, but his ruthless nature made him advance instead of retreat.

He pulled a short knife from his waist with his right hand and stabbed it at Fang Shuwen.

"Go to hell!"

The dagger whistled through the air as it stabbed towards them.

Fang Shuwen did not retreat.

His opponent's movements appeared slow, disorganized, and full of flaws.

After mastering the Jian Ti Quan (body-building boxing) technique, the image of the thirty-six figures practicing was already etched into his bones.

At this moment, he twisted his waist and hips, his center of gravity shifted, and his spine sprang up like a great dragon.

Instead of retreating, he advanced, dodging the blade with a sidestep, and his right fist shot out from his waist.

Two cracking sounds were heard.

The first sound is from the joint exerting force, and the second sound is from the penetrating power.

"Bang!"

The punch landed squarely on Chen Da's chest.

Chen Da's eyes widened suddenly, as if they were about to burst.

He looked down at his chest, then looked up at Fang Shuwen.

His lips moved twice, as if he wanted to say something.

What came out of his mouth was not words, but blood and froth.

"Heh...heh...you...two cracking sounds..."

The dagger clattered to the ground.

Chen Da slowly collapsed, his back sliding down the door frame until he was completely limp.

It's clear that there's more air intake than exhaust.

Fang Shuwen shook the blood off his fist, looked down at Chen Da on the ground, his gaze as calm as if he were looking at a dead fish lying on the shore.

This man just drew his sword and aimed it straight at his vital points.

If you want to kill him, then you should be prepared to be killed yourself.

If you die, you die!

.......

Meanwhile, on the other side of the street.

Liu Mang, who had just taken the silver coins from his home, hurried toward this place.

"After Chen Da makes his move this time, we must make him confirm Fang Shuwen's fate."

"With him dead, there's no one left to compete with me for his services. From now on, Young Master Guo will only have me as his attendant!"

Liu Mang walked and thought.

He spent ten silver dollars to get Fang Shuwen out of the game.

Killing him would solve everything and wouldn't get in his way anymore.

Even if you can't kill him, you should at least severely injure him.

This would mean Fang Shuwen would definitely miss the opening exam.

Once the assessment is passed, the person is dismissed.

Fang Shuwen could no longer rely on his classmate status to stay by Guo Dashao's side.

So,

When the time comes, the position of attendant for Young Master Guo will definitely be his.

Thinking of this, Liu Mang's gaze turned deep and somber.

"I'm determined to get this spot!"

A few days ago, he went out to dinner with Guo Dashao.

During the meal, Guo Shao got drunk and vaguely mentioned that his family had already helped him secure a place in Shenghai Martial Arts University through a guaranteed admission program.

He is just waiting for this winter to be admitted to Shenghai Wuhan University as a recommended student.

Furthermore, Young Master Guo also said that he would select an attendant to accompany him to Shenghai Martial Arts University.

Sheng Haiwu University

This is a martial arts university established in Shenghai, the largest city in the south, at the beginning of the founding of the Great Yan New Kingdom. It is affiliated with the Southern National Martial Arts Academy.

Among the graduates, even the worst one could manage to become a deputy captain in the county's public security bureau.

If you're lucky, you might be noticed by a military governor's office or a major merchant guild.

That would mean instant success, living a life of luxury and never having to worry about food or clothing.

If he could follow Young Master Guo into Shenghai University, he would surely rise to prominence.

Based on Guo Dashao's usual behavior.

He and Fang Shuwen are the two most promising.

Fang Shuwen is adept at getting things done, thick-skinned, and a master of flattery.

He himself was ruthless enough to protect Guo Dashao from two fights, and the scar on his chin is proof of that.

After learning about this...

Fang Shuwen, whom he already disliked, immediately became a thorn in his side.

Therefore, Liu Mang sought out his former martial arts brother, Old Chen, with whom he had trained at the martial arts school.

He offered Old Chen five silver dollars as payment to injure Fang Shuwen.

To cooperate seamlessly and avoid arousing suspicion from Young Master Guo.

During the temple fair, he deliberately encouraged and instigated Fang Shuwen to take the lead and pinch the rich girl's buttocks.

Then, let Old Chen pretend to be righteous and help out.

However, unexpectedly, Fang Shuming was beaten so badly that he vomited blood and fainted on the spot.

Just a few days later, the boy was seen again in Wenxuan Pavilion, full of energy and vitality.

Fang Shuwen almost met Young Master Guo.

Liu Mang became increasingly angry, and slammed the cigarette butt in his hand onto the ground.

He looked up and gazed at the alley ahead.

Chen Da's squatting figure came into view.

"Hmph, after today, Fang Shuwen will no longer be able to stand in my way!"