Chaotic World of Martial Arts: I Have a Spirit Pearl of Desire

"There are four people in total..."

Chen You silently looked around.

It's confirmed that there are only these three people; there are no others.

Since that's the case, then there's no need to hold back.

Chen You's eyes turned cold as he slowly drew the wood-chopping knife from his waist.

He is now at the late stage of the first rank!

Although Feng Liqiang inside the house was originally a second-grade martial artist, he was seriously injured at this time. One of his hands was useless, and his head was wrapped in bandages. In reality, the strength he could exert was not even at the late stage of the first grade.

At this moment, Feng Liqiang inside the room was picking up his wine glass, preparing to take another sip.

suddenly!

"Splash!!!"

The roof tiles and mud collapsed instantly, and a masked figure descended from the sky with a strong wind!

This sudden turn of events caused the three people in the room, who were already quite drunk, to stagger.

Before they could react, a gleaming machete flashed, and one of the henchmen sitting to the side was instantly slit in the throat before he could even scream, collapsing limply into a pool of blood.

"There's an assassin!!"

Feng Liqiang was so frightened that he scrambled out of the house.

But his movements were too large, instantly aggravating his wounds, causing him to grimace in pain and stumble.

"Who are you??" Feng Liqiang shouted in terror.

Chen You didn't answer at all. His figure flashed like a ghost, and he instantly appeared behind the remaining henchman, grabbing the man's neck tightly.

Before the underling could struggle, the woodcutter's knife in Chen You's hand had already turned into a bolt of lightning and pierced through his heart with a soft thud.

The blade was pulled out, spraying blood everywhere, and the henchman fell to the ground with a thud, lifeless.

In the blink of an eye, only Feng Liqiang, who was clutching his wound and looking pale, was left in the room.

"Bai Cao Tang!" Chen You lowered his voice and uttered the three words softly.

"Damn it, it really is scum from Baicaotang!"

Feng Liqiang cursed through gritted teeth, his mental defenses completely collapsing.

The surprise attack by Baicaotang a few days ago has left him with deep psychological trauma.

Now that he heard the other party admit their identity, he was both shocked and furious, and had no doubts whatsoever.

Chen You's eyes turned slightly cold, and he had no intention of wasting any more words with him.

He took a step forward, his figure shooting up like an arrow released from a bow, the woodcutter's knife in his hand whistling as it hurtled through the air, heading straight for Feng Liqiang's vitals!

First move: The wind howls through the blade!

Feng Liqiang was once a second-rank martial artist, and his fighting instincts were still intact.

He roared, enduring the excruciating pain that felt like his body was being torn apart, and slammed his only remaining intact left hand against the table beside him.

The wooden table crashed down on Chen You with a whooshing sound.

Chen You neither dodged nor evaded, his internal energy surging, and he slashed out with his wood-chopping knife.

With a loud "bang," the thick wooden table shattered into pieces instantly under the blade.

The blade's momentum remained undiminished, heading straight for Feng Liqiang's chest.

Feng Liqiang retreated several steps, then rolled away in a disheveled manner to narrowly avoid the knife, but the knife still managed to leave a bloody gash on his face and sever the bandage on his head.

Chen You's attacks were relentless. When one of his strikes missed, he immediately followed up with a sweeping motion, the blade drawing a cold arc that effectively blocked Feng Liqiang's retreat.

With nowhere to retreat, Feng Liqiang gritted his teeth, channeled his remaining internal energy, and with his left hand shaped like an eagle claw, fiercely grabbed at the blade.

"clang!"

The sound of weapons clashing rang out.

Feng Liqiang screamed in agony as his left hand was instantly slashed and bleeding profusely.

Although he barely managed to block the blow, the enormous recoil caused his blood to surge, his legs gave way, and he collapsed to the ground, completely exposing the opening in his chest.

Two moves had already passed; this was the moment Chen You had been waiting for!

He instantly sheathed his machete and clenched his right fist.

At this moment, the body's Qi and blood, as well as its internal strength, were circulating wildly; one could even hear the sound of scorching air rushing through the meridians!

Three Yang Fist!

"boom!"

Chen You unleashed a punch, the force of which was scorching hot and carried a terrifying power that could scorch the air. It slammed heavily into Feng Liqiang's chest without reservation.

"puff!!!"

Feng Liqiang felt as if he had been struck by a heavy blow, and his sternum caved in instantly.

He was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing hard into the broken wall. As he slid down, mouthfuls of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs gushed out.

The signature fiery internal energy of the Three Yang Fist raged wildly within Feng Liqiang's body, scorching his meridians.

This familiar feeling finally brought the dying Feng Liqiang back to his senses.

"You...you're not from Baicaotang...you're from Yanyang Martial Arts School...you're...that kid Chen You..."

Before he could finish speaking, his arm fell limply to his side, his eyes wide open, and he breathed his last.

"The Three Yang Fist is indeed powerful, but this weapon is too distinctive; it's easy for someone to recognize your identity!"

Chen You secretly became wary.

Fortunately, everyone here will die tonight, so no one can go and warn others.

Time was of the essence, so Chen You didn't waste any time. He squatted down and skillfully began searching Feng Liqiang's body.

Soon, he pulled out a heavy money bag.

Upon opening it, one finds stacks of gleaming silver inside; a rough count reveals a full forty taels!

"As expected of the hall master, he is indeed very fat!" Chen You grinned and unceremoniously put him into his arms.

Then, he searched the other two underlings on the ground and the henchman who had been dealt with outside the door.

In comparison, these people seemed rather poor, managing to scrape together only a few taels of silver and a few dozen copper coins.

Even a small mosquito is still meat, so Chen You pocketed it and quickly slipped into the inner room where Feng Liqiang usually lived.

The room was a bit messy, with a lot of miscellaneous items on it.

Two large swords leaned against the corner of the wall. Chen You picked them up and weighed them in his hand. They were of excellent quality and had sharp blades.

It looks like a good knife.

However, this thing was too conspicuous, and taking it would easily expose his identity. After thinking for a moment, he put the broadsword back where it was.

Chen You searched the room for a long time, turning it upside down, but found nothing except some clothes and daily necessities.

He frowned, somewhat puzzled: "This isn't right. As a hall master of the Black Tiger Gang, and with his hand injured, Feng Liqiang shouldn't lack even a single dose of healing or cultivation-aiding medicine like Blood Strengthening Powder..."

Suddenly, he slapped his thigh and laughed at himself, "Am I really that stupid? I could have used the rosary beads to search for it!"

"Investigate for opportunities in the vicinity."

The rosary beads slowly rotated, consuming 30 points of desire.

[Information 1: Inside the pillow's lining is a Black Tiger Gang manual called the Black Tiger Heart-Piercing Palm, a second-rate martial arts technique.]

Kung Fu techniques are categorized into four levels: unorthodox, fourth-rate, third-rate, second-rate, and first-rate!

The Three Yang Fist he practiced was merely a fourth-rate secret technique.

Now, he has actually found a second-rate secret manual!

[Information 2: On the roof of the latrine, there are twenty doses of the precious medicine Zhuangxue San (Strengthening Blood Powder), three Zhuangxue Dan (Strengthening Blood Pills), and a quantity of wound-healing medicine and hemostatic powder that Feng Liqiang has been secretly keeping over the years...]

Chen You's eyes lit up.

"I knew it! How could a dignified leader be so shabby? So that's where he hid it."

Next, let's look at the last one.

[Information 3: Thirty-six li east of here, a second-grade treasure beast, the Crimson Fire Chicken, is fighting with other treasure beasts and is severely injured. It is expected to die the day after tomorrow.]

The red turkey is rich in yang energy, and its meat greatly enhances the body's qi and blood.

"This is truly an unexpected delight."

Chen You quickly put away the secret manual and ran to the roof of the outhouse.

Sure enough, there was a wooden box pressed under the roof tiles.

Upon opening it, one is astonished to find various precious medicines inside.

"We've really struck it rich now. For the time being, we won't lack blood-strengthening powder..."

He had been planning to buy some these past few days, but now he doesn't need to.

Finally, he looked at the corpse in the yard.

After thinking for a moment, he wrote a few large characters in his own blood: "Personal grudges, none of Baicaotang's business!"

This self-deceiving tactic, on the surface, aims to make people think it's a personal grudge.

But is the Black Tiger Gang really that stupid?

The more they deny that Baicaotang was behind it, the more the Black Tiger Gang will believe it was Baicaotang.