Martial Arts Awakening, Bloodfire Fist Master

The body roared, but the will grew ever calmer and colder.

If you encounter someone carrying a torch—kill them!

If you encounter someone shouting or yelling—kill them!

If you see someone wearing gold and silver—kill them!

If you encounter any members of the Rong family—kill them!

If you encounter someone arrogant—kill them!

If you encounter guards—kill them!

Search for the direct descendants of the Rong family—kill them!

Find the guards—kill them!

[The Water Soft Fist roars, so exhilarating! That's it, that's it! Slay the dawn and wipe out everything!]

[The Water Soft Fist's focus is highly concentrated, alerting the surroundings in the wilderness, sensing danger amidst battle, and paying attention to the details of the enemy's counterattack...]

Just as when he was writing martial arts manuals, Zhang Qingshan now seemed to be on double alert and focused. Deep within his mind, a martial arts spirit was attuned to his surroundings, assessing and observing his enemies...

Even in the darkness, he seemed to become even more lucid, his punches, strikes, kills, and captures all exceptionally swift and sharp.

His iron fist annihilated the enemy, but his will remained unwavering.

Zhang Qingshan was no longer the refined young man who chatted and laughed with his neighbors in the shack.

Rather, they were ruthless, cruel, bloodthirsty, and resolute killers.

Neither pleading, anger, nor threats could sway him.

He spared no one he felt should be killed, could be killed, or was worth killing.

This family was indeed a tyrannical group in the nearby villages, with twenty or thirty guards, each of them strong and skilled in wielding knives and guns.

Normally, they would bully and oppress the common people, act recklessly and do whatever they pleased.

However, even now, under the immense strength of Zhang Qingshan, a fourth-level martial artist, they are utterly powerless.

Even the strongest guard leader they encountered was only a level two martial artist, and he was killed by Zhang Qingshan's fierce attack with just two punches.

After a fierce battle, the remaining people either ran into the village at night or hid somewhere, trembling with fear.

Zhang Qingshan didn't waste time searching; there must have been some who slipped through the net, so there was no need to dwell on it.

After stepping out of the Rong family compound, you can still hear people shouting, dogs barking, and torches gathering in the village outside, but no one actually comes over.

When Zhang Qingshan's figure faintly appeared in the village, the place he passed by was silent. A dog barked, but was immediately silenced.

It wasn't until long after Zhang Qingshan left that the villagers of Rongjiazhuang, urging each other on to bolster their courage, slowly made their way toward the Rongjia compound in the center.

Then they saw the Rong family's house engulfed in flames, with countless dead and injured, servants in a panic, guards gone, and no one in charge. The exquisite furniture, decorations, and wealth were laid bare. The villagers exchanged glances and then surged in like a river bursting its banks.

Zhang Qingshan's anger subsided slightly amidst the blood.

But it's not enough.

Since the head of the Rong family was not present, he must be one of the masterminds.

If he is not killed, how can one's thoughts be at peace?

This result was not unexpected. The Rong family not only had Rongjia Village, but also Rong Mansion in the market. Such people would sometimes be the owners of the manor, and sometimes the wealthy landowners or bosses in the market.

Zhang Qingshan was already mentally prepared.

Thinking about all this, I started running again in the darkness.

The attack on Rongjiazhuang could not be kept secret, but all I needed to do was be faster than the villagers and guards who were delivering the message.

Rongjiazhuang is not far from the market, only four or five miles away.

In the darkness, apart from two drunkards, there was no one else on the two streets of the market.

Of course, some houses also had some kind of restlessness, with shouts, screams, and flames coming from four or five miles away. In the quiet night, with the night wind, it seemed that something could be vaguely sensed, but it was not certain.

Following his memory, he headed straight for the Rong Mansion.

Upon arrival, they neither eavesdropped nor observed, but directly crossed the courtyard wall and entered the Rong Mansion, launching a surprise attack.

At this moment, Rong Jinmin, the master of the Rong family, also vaguely heard the sound coming from the wind. For some reason, he felt a chill in his heart.

"Old Yi, Old Yi, go see what's going on?"

Old Yi was a martial artist whom Rong Jinmin treated when he was young. After receiving treatment and hiding, Old Yi simply became his head bodyguard. He has always been the person Rong Jinmin trusts the most, even more than his son, and takes him everywhere he goes.

Hearing his call, Lao Yi from the next bedroom responded and went out.

Old Yi isn't actually old; he's around fifty, tall and strong. It's just that he lost an eye in an injury when he was young, and he wears an eye patch. This actually increases his intimidating presence.

Rongjiazhuang was a prominent figure in Xiaoqing Township and even in the market, and he played a significant role.

At least in the marketplace, none of the ordinary leaders and village militia captains of the Mountain Forest Gang in Xiaoqing Township, nor the occasional low-ranking patrol officers and tax collectors, surpassed his strength.

Old Yi then summoned two more guards to accompany him, and then headed out of the Rong residence.

After crossing two courtyards, you will arrive at the front hall.

He frowned, feeling that something was wrong. He took two more steps and suddenly realized what was going on.

"Where are Old Xu and Xiao Zhong on night watch? And why is Black Wolf so quiet?"

Just as I was about to greet them, I suddenly felt a chill run down my spine, and I seemed to hear a sound.

The next moment, a dark figure darted forward, and an incredibly powerful fist suddenly struck.

His eyes narrowed sharply, and he only had time to raise his arms to protect his chest.

"Click!"

The pain in his arms was excruciating, not only because his opponent was prepared, nor just because they were stronger than him, but also because the force seemed to explode violently and unparalleledly, sweeping away his arms and shaking his flesh and blood!

A sense of dread filled my heart. Who was it?

This is a level four martial arts master. He's clearly stronger than me, yet he still resorts to sneak attacks.

"No!"

The guy with the thing wrapped around his head didn't stop. Instead, he took a step forward and continued to throw punches, forcing him to retreat continuously. His eyes showed pleading, as if he wanted to say something, but unfortunately, he didn't have a chance to catch his breath.

"Boom boom boom boom!"

After a few breaths, Lao Yi, the confidant of the Rong Family Manor Master, had both arms broken, his chest was rotting, and he was no longer breathing.

The two guards, along with the other guards who had been alerted, had just caught up to provide assistance when they saw Yi's head turn into a limp mess. The guards hesitated for a moment, and the thug stomped the ground and pounced on them.

"ah..."

Outside the Rong Mansion, a commotion had begun; people were shouting and dogs were barking, and some were asking each other for help.

Some people thought it was an attack by mountain bandits, so they guarded their homes even more tightly.

......

"What happened? What happened? Old Yi, what's going on? Someone come here..."

Rong Jinmin's bad premonition grew stronger, especially after he seemed to hear several screams. He immediately called for the servants in the mansion to guard the place.

"Crunch."

The door to the room was pushed open, and a person covered in blood appeared before him.

As he slowly approached, a stench of blood and a sense of brutality assaulted his senses, making him feel suffocated.

It seems the other side killed many people.

The blood on the other person was clearly someone else's.

Old Yi and the other guards remained silent; their fate was already clear.

"Who are you? I have money, don't kill me! Don't kill me!"

The bloodied hand slowly grabbed him.

Slowly brought before him, a pair of unfathomable, dark eyes held only endless indifference.

A soft voice whispered in his ear: "If you cut off my father's arm, I'll kill your whole family. That's reasonable, isn't it?"

"Don't worry, those people from Rongjiazhuang are waiting for you down there. As for your son, I'll make sure he lives a few more days!"

"Who are you..."

Disbelief flashed across Rong Jinmin's face, but the next moment, he felt nothing but endless regret and pain.

He harbored resentment towards Rong Teng. Didn't you say that the other party was aloof and weak, and that even with his level three martial artist strength, he couldn't harm the Rong family, and that you would work with important figures to slowly train him?

Son, you underestimate people. There are man-eating beasts lurking in the shadows, watching you.

Various thoughts flooded my mind.

"Spare me..."

With a flick of the hand holding him by the neck, he was tossed into the air.

"Boom! Boom boom!"

One after another, iron fists slammed into his body, and in a moment he turned into a puddle of mud.

What kind of local gentry and wealthy man is he? He's nothing but a dead dog.

[Good, good, good! Blast them to death! This is so satisfying! Water Soft Fist felt his mind was clear, and he had new inspiration for the fourth form of Water Soft Fist. Insights came one after another, and he felt that the time to master it was not far off. He was very satisfied.]

[The Water Soft Fist was clamoring, "Slaughtering the Rong family isn't enough, go and wipe out the gang leader and his group from the mountain forest in this village, then return to the city to kill Rong Teng, and storm the residence of that self-righteous Zhou family's so-called 'Young Master of the Stream'... The Water Soft Fist felt it, keep killing, keep killing, and my fist technique will surely reach its peak..."]

Zhang Qingshan actively ignored the clamor of the Water Soft Fist. He knew that his martial arts were all very aggressive and that he, as the master, needed to use his great wisdom to control their direction.

After achieving his goal, Zhang Qingshan casually found some silver dollars in the house, put them in his pocket, randomly chose a direction, climbed over the wall and left, disappearing into the darkness.