He obtained the God of All Laws from human skin.

Chapter 133 Feng Shu Harmed Me!

Upon hearing this, the men following Qin Chuan stopped concealing themselves and emerged directly from the shadows at the alley entrance.

At first glance, they were all broad-shouldered and thick-backed, with strong arms and thick waists. They were clearly people who had been training their muscles and bones and practicing martial arts for many years. When they stood in the alley, they completely blocked the already narrow passage.

These people all had black cloths covering their faces, obscuring the lower half of their faces and only revealing their eyebrows and eyes. However, Qin Chuan recognized them at a glance as people from the Zhenshan Martial Arts School.

Just now at the banquet in the Prince's mansion, this group of people made quite a commotion. Their voices were loud and their laughter was rough, and they could be heard clearly even three or four tables away.

Qin Chuan glanced at them a few more times, not intentionally, but because a group of burly men dressed in martial arts shorts stood out conspicuously among the guests in fine clothes.

Even with their faces covered, the figures, postures, and slightly outward-turned gait of those men couldn't conceal the fierce and valiant aura unique to trained martial artists.

Most importantly, damn it, your faces are covered, but you haven't changed your clothes at all.

Anyone who isn't an idiot could recognize this!

Qin Chuan's gaze swept over the three of them one by one, his expression unchanged. He merely tilted his head slightly and asked in a calm tone, "What brings you gentlemen with you all on this journey?"

The man in the middle was the tallest, with two thick trapezius muscles bulging on his shoulders, making him look like half an iron tower when he stood there.

Upon hearing this, he took half a step forward, his voice muffled beneath the veil, carrying a deliberately lowered hoarse tone: "It's nothing, we're just a bit short on cash lately and wanted to borrow some money."

Hearing this, Qin Chuan naturally knew it was just an excuse, and said, "Gentlemen, I'm just a poor scholar with little money. If you wanted to rob someone, you wouldn't choose me. Those people before were all wealthy merchants from the south of the city, much richer than me. If you're short on cash, why not choose someone else? Why waste your time with me?"

The man in the middle wanted to say something, but the man next to him couldn't hold back any longer and strode forward: "Brother Ma, why waste words with him? Just fight. Kid, you only have yourself to blame for messing with the wrong person. Don't worry, I won't kill you. Breaking your arms and legs will be enough."

As he spoke, he rushed over in a few quick steps, his right hand outstretched, his five fingers like iron claws reaching for Qin Chuan's arm.

If this action is taken, it can crack the scapula on the spot once the force is applied.

Qin Chuan remained motionless, neither dodging nor evading, but his right hand struck first, his five fingers snapping into a tiger's claw, instantly predicting the trajectory of the man's wrist and seizing the man's inner wrist pulse.

The man felt a sudden tightness in his wrist, followed by a wave of soreness, numbness, and weakness that surged up his arm. His fingers stiffened, and he couldn't even make a fist.

wrong!

Didn't Clerk Feng say that this kid was just an ordinary scholar?

How could a scholar have such a quick reaction?

An ordinary person wouldn't even be able to see the trajectory of his attack before being caught, let alone grasp his wrist.

But the series of movements just now were so fast that he didn't even have time to change his moves before he was firmly restrained. This was clearly the work of a professional!

This kid is definitely a trained fighter!

Moreover, he's a skilled martial artist with considerable expertise!

Although the situation was somewhat unexpected, he wasn't too panicked.

He had practiced martial arts at the Zhenshan Martial Arts School for many years, and now his cultivation was only one step away from the Great Perfection of the Blood Condensation Realm. He was just unlucky during the previous martial arts examination, and lost a few points in the fist and foot techniques, which is why he was unable to advance further and failed to be on the list.

If a dignified martial artist who is about to reach the Great Perfection level is unable to break free when his wrist is grabbed by a boy who looks no more than seventeen or eighteen years old, how can he face people if word gets out?

He took a deep breath, lowered his waist and hips, gripped the ground with his toes, and a surge of power flowed from his waist and abdomen, down his shoulders and into his arms. The muscles in his entire arm were taut like a fully drawn bowstring, and he suddenly pulled outward with force.

He thought he could break free in one go, but the force was like a fist sinking into mud; the more he struggled, the deeper he sank.

He struggled once, but didn't move. He struggled again, but Qin Chuan's fingers remained firmly gripping his wrist, unmoving.

Moreover, the more he struggled, the more painful the gripping sensation on his wrist became, as if he were being tightly gripped by the claws of a ferocious beast. With each struggle, the flesh on his wrist was torn apart, causing intense pain.

His heart sank, a fine layer of sweat appeared on his forehead, and a chill crept down his back.

Qin Chuan looked up at him calmly. Seeing the man's surprised and uncertain eyes looking at him, he suddenly grinned and said, "If you want to break my arms and legs, then it's reasonable for me to break yours, isn't it?"

Upon hearing this, the man's expression changed drastically, his pupils contracted sharply, and a chill ran from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head.

He didn't have time to think much and reacted almost instinctively. Without the slightest hesitation, he twisted his body and swept his right leg across Qin Chuan's waist with great force and a do-or-die determination. He clearly wanted to use offense as defense and force Qin Chuan to let go and escape.

His legs were fast, the wind howled, and his power was immense.

But Qin Chuan's elbow was faster.

The moment the man lowered his waist and shifted his center of gravity, Qin Chuan had already caught the momentum of his movement. His left hand was already poised to strike, with hidden strength condensing at the tip of his elbow like a cone. Before the leg could sweep halfway, it slammed down hard on the weak spot on the inside of the man's knee joint with a heavy and fierce force.

The moment the two came into contact, there were a few crisp "crack" sounds, short and dull, like a piece of dry firewood being broken by a foot.

Then came several cries of pain, squeezed from deep in the man's throat, a look of pain he was trying to suppress but could not.

His right leg visibly bent outwards in an abnormal arc after that blow.

But Qin Chuan's actions were not over yet; he had promised to cut off their hands and feet, and he could not go back on his word.

The right hand that had previously gripped the man's wrist suddenly exerted force, unleashing a burst of hidden energy. Immediately following was the familiar sound of bones cracking, and the man could no longer endure the pain, letting out a wail.

Upon hearing the sound, the two people who were standing at the alley entrance immediately realized that something was wrong.

Previously, because their companion's tall and sturdy body was blocking the way, completely obscuring Qin Chuan's figure, the two of them thought that their companion had already taken control of the situation.

After all, he was just a young scholar; no matter how much he struggled, what waves could he possibly make?

Judging from the severity of the sound, it was clear that they had suffered a great loss.

The two exchanged a glance, and without the slightest hesitation, they stepped forward together and rushed over almost simultaneously.

However, as soon as they took two steps closer, a dark shadow flew towards them. It was their companion who had been so aggressive just moments before, but was now groaning in pain with a broken leg.

Upon seeing this, Brother Ma, who was at the front, instinctively stretched out his arms and quickly caught the flying body.

Even though he was prepared, the impact still sent him staggering back several steps before he could regain his balance.

The other man seized the opportunity, ducked low, and found a gap to stab in from the side. The next moment, a wail rang out, and the man's body flew backward at an even faster speed than before, crashing heavily into the courtyard wall next to him, smashing a large hole in the wall. He didn't even have time to let out a complete scream before he passed out.

Upon seeing this, Ma Li's pupils widened suddenly, and alarm bells rang in his mind.

He quickly put the body he was holding aside, ignoring his companion's incessant wailing, and got into position.

The next moment, a figure rushing towards him instantly came into his view.

The moonlight cast a large shadow behind the boy, outlining his silhouette as if he were a beast pouncing on its prey.

To be honest, the moment Ma Li saw this figure, only one thought remained in his mind: That old bastard Feng Shu, he ruined me!

When Ma Li first heard Feng Shu's request, he was actually a little reluctant. It wasn't that he didn't want to help, but he felt that asking him to do something was making a mountain out of a molehill.

Who is he?

The third senior brother of Zhenshan Martial Arts School, who has reached the Great Perfection of the Blood Condensation Realm, is a genuine figure on the Martial Arts Examination List. How could someone as renowned as myself be sent to deal with a poor, pedantic scholar?

This is like using a sledgehammer to crack a nut; it's a waste of his skills.

He originally thought it was just a routine job, a way to bring his two junior brothers out to stretch their muscles, and that he could finish the job in a few punches and kicks, leaving Feng Shu to clean up the mess afterwards.

Unexpectedly, one of his two junior brothers had his leg broken, and the other was buried under bricks and stones and couldn't even get up. It all happened in the blink of an eye.

At this moment, as Ma Li looked at the young man in front of him, all traces of contempt in his heart had vanished.

He felt an overwhelming sense of oppression wash over him, which made the hairs on the back of his head stand on end. However, he was ultimately no match for his two junior brothers.

The Blood Condensation Realm has been perfected, and with the strength to be half a step into the threshold of Dark Force, plus the confidence of being listed on the Martial Arts Ranking, these are not things that came out of thin air.

Ma Li took a deep breath, suppressing the surging anger and shock in his stomach. He slammed his feet into the ground, lowered his waist and hips, and raised his fists one in front of the other, which was the starting stance of the Zhenshan Martial Arts School.

He wanted to see just how much this kid really had up his sleeve.

The moment their fists made contact, Ma Li felt a powerful force surge from his opponent's fist, so strong and powerful that it made his arm bones feel numb.

He felt a slight sense of relief. Fortunately, although the boy's strength was great, it was still within his range of response and not insurmountable.

The two junior brothers were defeated so easily just now, probably because they were caught off guard and this kid took the initiative.

Now he is facing the opponent head-on and has not been at a disadvantage. As long as he can maintain his footing, with his powerful strength at the Great Perfection of Blood Condensation Realm, he can wear down his opponent.

Thinking of this, Ma Li suddenly lowered his waist and hips, preparing to exert his strength to counterattack.

But at that moment, a more hidden and sinister force silently seeped in through the fist.

It lacked the imposing force of Ming Jin, yet it pierced straight into the depths of his arm bone like a thin snake. Wherever it passed, his tendons and fascia ached, and his joints throbbed. Under the erosion of this yin and soft force, the strength in his entire arm began to dissipate on its own.

Ma Li's face turned deathly pale in an instant.

This is hidden force!

This kid has actually mastered internal energy!

How could a boy who looks no more than seventeen or eighteen years old have reached the threshold of internal strength?

Even ordinary martial artists need three to five years of hard work after reaching the Great Perfection of Blood Condensation Realm before they can hope to glimpse the path. He, Ma Li, had been practicing hard for several years and had only taken a half-step into that threshold but could not get over it no matter what. This kid had actually already crossed it.

Just as Ma Li was in shock, Qin Chuan's offensive began.

Ma Li hastily threw punches to block, barely managing to parry a few blows, but he was already struggling to keep up.

He had already lost the initiative, and the hidden force from that hand made him uneasy. His fist stance became more and more scattered, and his footwork also became chaotic.

Qin Chuan seized the opportunity when Ma Li's center was wide open, his body suddenly sank, his feet grounded, his waist and hips twisted to generate force, and his entire shoulder blade slammed into Ma Li's arms like an iron plate. It was the most powerful and heaviest move among the Five Forms and Twelve Styles, the Bear Lean.

The force of the impact was so strong that Ma Li felt as if a galloping wild bull had struck his chest. He was sent flying backward uncontrollably, his body crashing solidly into the courtyard wall by the alley.

With a muffled "boom," although the courtyard wall did not collapse, it dented into a large pit, with cracks spreading out from the center like a spider web.

Ma Li slid down the wall, his back throbbing painfully, his chest heaving, a metallic taste in his throat, and he couldn't help but cough up a mouthful of blood.

Qin Chuan walked up to him, stood down beside him, and without rushing to make a move, asked, "Speak, who sent you?"

Ma Li felt his entire body screaming in pain, and his right arm was completely numb. In this situation, there was no point in being stubborn; if he continued to hold on, he might even lose his life.

He closed his eyes briefly and replied, "Feng Shu—the county magistrate's registrar, Feng Shu. He came to us saying you offended him and asked us to teach you a lesson—just break your arms and legs, and he'll handle the rest."

Hearing this, Qin Chuan was not surprised. He had seen Feng Shu in the Prince's mansion. Given Feng Shu's vengeful nature, it would be strange if he didn't have the intention to retaliate.

Qin Chuan remained silent, his gaze slowly sweeping over the three people sprawled on the ground. He was secretly considering whether to kill them all and then deal with Feng Shu under cover of night, ending the trouble once and for all and severing this thorny thread completely.

It's just unknown how many people knew about these three people's arrival. If word got out, the consequences would be even more complicated.

Although Ma Li was in so much pain that his face was covered in cold sweat, he was still a seasoned veteran of the underworld and his ability to read people was still there.

Seeing Qin Chuan's thoughtful expression and deep gaze, as if he were weighing something, his heart tightened. He immediately forced himself to speak, "When we came here, we already informed our senior brother, saying that I brought two junior brothers out to take care of some business. If you kill us, the Zhenshan Martial Arts School will definitely investigate, and Feng Shu will also use this as an excuse to make a big fuss. Then your troubles will only be greater."

He spoke hastily, his chest aching, but he still forced himself to finish his sentence, afraid that if he hesitated even a moment, the other person would make a decision.

After listening, Qin Chuan narrowed his eyes, remained silent for a few moments, and then said, "I don't want to fight either, but the three of you blocked my way and tried to break my arms and legs. Now you want me to just let you go back like this? I'm really not at ease."

His tone was not harsh, even carrying a hint of negotiation, but it was precisely this unhurried manner that made the hairs on Ma Li's back stand on end.

Ma Li gritted his teeth and almost blurted out, "I can help you! I can pretend that the matter has been completed and lure Feng Shu out! Just consider it a favor to use me. Lead him to a secluded place, and you can do whatever you want with him. I won't say a word!"

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After he finished speaking, he gasped for breath, his eyes fixed on Qin Chuan, his gaze filled with an urgent desire to survive.

Qin Chuan looked at him for a while, pondered for a moment, and then nodded and replied, "Okay, then let's do it your way."

Upon hearing this, Ma Li finally breathed a sigh of relief, closing his eyes and panting heavily.

"It's done?"

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"It's done!"

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Looking into Feng Shu's eyes, which gleamed with eagerness in the moonlight, Ma Li nodded emphatically, his expression perfectly appropriate, carrying a hint of self-assurance as if seeking credit.

He then continued, "That kid is in the alley not far ahead. I've arranged for two junior brothers to keep an eye on him. Should the registrar go and check on him?"

"Okay, let's go now." Feng Shu nodded in agreement without the slightest hesitation. He didn't even ask for any details before taking a step out.

He had been holding back for too long. Every night when he lay down and thought of Qin Chuan's face, his chest felt like it was stuffed with a wet cotton ball, making him unable to sleep and tossing and turning.

Now that this day has finally come, he can't wait to see the boy who ruined his future lying on the ground, his arms and legs broken, unable to get up again.

The two of them walked one after the other toward the dark alley.

Soon after, the two arrived at the alley.

By the moonlight, Feng Shu saw a figure lying motionless on the ground.

Overjoyed, he immediately ran over. When he got close, he bent down, grabbed the man's shoulders, and flipped the figure over. The moment he saw the man's face, the joy on Feng Shu's face froze. Wait, what's going on?

This person is not Qin Chuan!

The man with the bruised and swollen face was one of the disciples of the Zhenshan Martial Arts School, and he had even drunk with him before.

Feng Shu suddenly turned his head, about to question Ma Li about what was going on, but saw that Ma Li had already retreated several steps away, and the respectful and obsequious expression on his face had completely disappeared, replaced by a look of avoidance.

Feng Shu's heart skipped a beat, a chill running from the soles of his feet to the top of his head. He opened his mouth, but before he could speak, a slow, leisurely voice came from behind him, "Registrar Feng, looking for me?"