Fantasy: I can equip everything

"You...you...how could you still be alive?"

Lei Dafu trembled and hid behind Yang Jun, looking at the newcomer with a face full of surprise.

He couldn't understand why Chen Chuang was still alive.

They even dared to come knocking on our door.

If this kid managed to escape from Tian Zhi of the Canal Gang, shouldn't he be hiding somewhere to avoid trouble right now?

"Go! Go! Go!"

Yang Jun kicked Lei Dafu away and looked at Chen Chuang with great interest.

"I thought Tian Zhi from the canal gang was someone important, but I never expected that even someone like you would get away."

Despite saying that, Yang Jun's eyes showed no sign of slackening.

The guy in front of me doesn't have any fluctuations of qi and blood power, which means he hasn't yet opened his meridians, condensed his qi, or developed external strength.

However, ordinary Body Tempering Realm martial artists cannot do these things...

Yang Jun glanced discreetly at the scattered body parts, silently calculating Chen Chuang's strength.

His skill level is comparable to that of some martial artists who have just entered the realm of external strength.

With such strength, it's not surprising that he managed to escape from Tian Zhi's clutches.

However, compared to him, they are still far inferior.

"Lei Dafu!"

Yang Jun gently twisted his wrist, looking behind him with a half-smile, and said, "How much money are you willing to pay for your own life?"

Lei Dafu immediately realized what was happening and hurriedly said, "Young Master Yang, you saved my life, I'm willing to offer you two hundred... no! three hundred taels of silver!"

Yang Jun laughed.

He's been hanging around Lei Dafu's place for so long, how could he not know this guy's background?

I don't know the details, but I can definitely come up with five hundred taels.

But now that a martial artist like Chen Chuang has come knocking on our door, this bastard is still thinking about saving money.

Shaking his head, Yang Jun said directly to Chen Chuang, "Brother, your past grievances have nothing to do with me. This guy..."

Upon seeing this, Lei Dafu panicked and hurriedly said, "Four hundred taels! Young Master Yang, this is all I have. This kid took some before, and Steward Tian from the Canal Gang gave me another sum. This is all I can offer!"

Yang Jun turned around slowly with a smile on his face.

"Find me a yard for those two young women, and you can take care of them for me!"

Lei Dafu's mouth was slightly open, and he looked pained.

But in the end, she gritted her teeth and agreed.

But Yang Jun suddenly chuckled, his face full of mockery, and said, "Just kidding."

"Even if you don't agree, all of these are still mine!"

Did they really think that a martial artist specializing in external strength had nothing better to do than come to this muddy alley to find women to play with?

Lei Dafu had been eyeing this gambling den for a long time.

Don't be fooled by its poor location and small size.

However, his monthly income was more than that of some gambling dens in the northern part of the city.

Ultimately, it's because this gambling den is located in a muddy alley.

Many shady characters like to gamble here.

Those people make money through illegitimate means, and they don't care how much they spend it.

After paying his dues to various people each month, Lei Dafu still had several hundred taels left over.

If this place were in Yang Jun's hands, there would be no need to spend so much time maintaining relationships.

The monthly income must be at least 1,000 taels.

This was a considerable income for him, a martial artist specializing in external strength.

Yang Jun ignored Lei Dafu, whose face had turned pale, and turned to Chen Chuang, saying, "Brother, I'll give you face and take your two brothers back. I'll even compensate you for their medicine."

"You can't touch this Fatty Lei. I'm counting on him to make money for me in the future."

Only then did Chen Chuang's gaze shift from the lame monkey and the blind rat.

He could tell that the two looked miserable, but their injuries were all superficial and had not caused any serious damage.

That's good.

Otherwise, the four streets he just took over would have been really difficult to manage without trusted confidants.

Chen Chuang didn't hear a single word of what Yang Jun said.

What's the point of listening to the words of a dead person?

Feeling the indifference in Chen Chuang's eyes, Yang Jun laughed in anger.

"Fine, you won't take the chance to live. Then give me..."

"die!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Jun rushed in front of Chen Chuang.

As the body stretched, the skin became incredibly rosy, and even tiny wisps of moisture rose from it.

The fist he threw with his right hand swung like a willow branch swaying in the wind, aiming for Chen Chuang's chest.

The martial arts techniques at Changchun Martial Arts School primarily focus on blood refining.

From the Body Tempering Realm to the External Strength Realm, one continuously circulates the cultivation technique to condense the blood within the body, thereby strengthening all parts of the body.

Among the various martial arts traditions in Qinghe County, the Caobang (Grass Canal Gang) excels in strength, while the Xiaodaohui (Small Knife Society) boasts top-notch defense.

The characteristic of Changchun Martial Arts School's techniques is their continuous vitality.

Compared to other martial artists, those from Changchun Martial Arts School possess more robust blood and qi, and their physical recovery ability is exceptionally outstanding.

For the same injury, some martial artists may need to be treated with medicinal herbs.

However, the people at the Changchun Martial Arts School were able to recover on their own by circulating their internal energy techniques.

At the same time, their incredibly resilient bodies make their attack methods unpredictable and their trajectories difficult to trace.

It's just a little less powerful.

But Yang Jun didn't care.

Given the difference in cultivation levels between him and Chen Chuang, even if his technique was slightly weaker, it was still something that Chen Chuang, a Body Tempering Realm martial artist, could not withstand.

Even now, this guy hasn't reacted at all and is just standing there taking the beating.

I don't know about that guy Tian Zhi...

Snapped!

Yang Jun punched Chen Chuang.

My wandering thoughts immediately returned.

Something feels off!

Logically speaking, if this punch landed squarely on the opponent, even if it didn't go right through, it would at least break Chen Chuang's sternum.

But at this moment, Chen Chuang stood calmly in place, without moving an inch.

"You're not strong enough to kill someone!"

Chen Chuang spoke, his tone calm and steady.

But Yang Jun sensed a chilling killing intent emanating from it.

not good!

We have to retreat!

He was about to retreat when he suddenly found himself in darkness.

Chen Chuang grabbed his face and pressed it down hard.

bump!

A loud explosion occurred, and the ground trembled slightly.

Yang Jun looked bewildered, and the world seemed to spin around him.

There was only one thought in my mind.

Why does this guy have such great strength?

Yang Jun may seem like a playboy, but he's not really a pampered young master.

On weekdays at the martial arts school, many of his fellow students would train him and impart practical combat experience.

The moment Chen Chuang grabbed him, he had already reacted and tried to break free.

But it's impossible!

No matter how hard he tried, Chen Chuang's hand was like an iron clamp, firmly holding him in place.

"How...how could you..."

Yang Jun's breath was weak, and he managed to utter a faint sound from his throat.

But what they got in return was yet another heavy blow.

bump!

Chen Chuang remained expressionless, simply lifting Yang Jun's head and slamming it down!

He repeated this several times, until the bluestone bricks on the ground were dented, before finally letting go and throwing it away, saying softly, "At least, this much force is needed!"

Shaking off the skull fragments stuck to his hands, Chen Chuang was about to get up when he saw a thin book slip out of Yang Jun's clothes.

[A usable cultivation technique has been discovered. Equip it?]

The Blood Puppet Sutra

Grade: White

[Attribute Bonus: Maximum HP -30, HP Regeneration +10.]

[Special Effect: Directly gains Blood Clotting Constitution. Strength +5]

Equipment Requirements: None

[The Blood Demon Sect's technique for raising blood puppets has no qualification requirements. The practitioner's original vital energy and blood will merge into their own blood, shortening their lifespan by thirty years. In return, they gain spiritual blood that is highly beneficial to the cultivation of the Blood Demon Sect's higher-ups.]

[Solidation requirement: Maximum Health/Qi 20.]