Martial Arts Awakening, Bloodfire Fist Master

"You old scoundrel Ji, you bully the weak and have no morals! You assassinated my Mountain Forest Gang leader! Today, you will pay for this in blood!"

"Today, my Mountain Forest Gang will raze your Qinghe Martial Arts School to the ground!"

Sun Kewei, the deputy leader of the Mountain Forest Gang, led a large group of men and arrived in front of the Qinghe Martial Arts School with great momentum.

His face showed grief and indignation, but inside he was laughing.

If that person hadn't died, I would have always been a deputy, subject to his orders and commands. But now, I lead the entire gang. How wonderful!

Even the Zhou family needs to be more courted.

Looking at the gate of Qinghe Martial Arts School, and recalling the scene of that old figure violently storming in the day before, I felt a shiver run down my spine.

However, looking at the various groups of people spying around him, he appeared increasingly angry and fearless.

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the masked person next to him, a look of awe flashing across his face. This was the true source of his confidence for this trip.

Ji Feiyun walked out of the martial arts school surrounded by his disciples.

Ignoring the shouting man, they looked directly at the masked man.

Zhang Qingshan followed behind his master.

He knew this was the first challenge after killing the leader of the mountain gang.

If the Mountain Forest Gang and the Zhou family do nothing, they will surely become a laughing stock and suffer a great loss of prestige.

Upon seeing the masked man, a sense of calm settled over me.

Judging from the master's expression, he might recognize this person's figure.

This person is most likely a master from the Zhou family. The fact that he came wearing a mask shows that he didn't really intend to break off relations.

This was partly to vent anger and let people know that the Mountain Forest Gang had powerful backers and that offending the Zhou family would have consequences.

Secondly, it was a test. If the master couldn't withstand it, this test might be the final battle, and there were definitely other experts preparing in the shadows. If the master could withstand it, the situation might be completely different.

Master Ji Feiyun also understood this principle.

In the end, this world is all about force first, then reason.

Without even glancing at the mountain gang members, his old eyes locked onto the masked man.

The azure dragon straightened its body.

The voice sounded weak as it greeted the guests, "Ahem, you're here?"

The other party was about to reply.

"You son of a bitch, you're not leaving now that you're here!" No one expected that the nearly 100-year-old master of Qinghe Martial Arts School, with his withered appearance, would utter such vulgar language, like a street urchin cursing.

Everyone was shocked, even the masked man seemed to be stunned by those words.

Even the disciples were surprised that their master would say "You motherfucker!"

The words had barely left his lips when, while the other person was still pondering how to respond, the next moment...

The old curator's frail body seemed to swell up like an inflating balloon.

In just a breath or two.

The former curator has grown into a giant of about two meters tall.

He was even more imposing than Long Baifeng, who had visited the martial arts school the other day.

The originally loose-fitting dark blue martial arts uniform was torn apart as if it would shatter at any moment.

The soft, sagging skin and deep wrinkles have completely changed; the skin is now shiny and firm.

His cloudy eyes suddenly became bright and piercing, and his dry hair became shiny.

His neck was as thick as his head, his chest was like a solid mountain, his shoulders were bulging as if they could support a mountain, and the muscles in his hands and legs were like coiling dragons.

Each breath was like a giant whale inhaling, and one could faintly see the airflow being stirred.

In particular, there seemed to be some kind of booming thunderous sound inside its body, it was hard to tell whether it was the rumbling of the air it was inhaling or something strange about its internal organs.

The old man's voice became incredibly deep and resonant.

"die!"

The ground collapsed.

Ji Feiyun, the former master of Qinghe Martial Arts School, had already appeared in front of the masked man.

With a punch, a surge of energy rippled out from the fist, followed by screams as people around were thrown into the air by the shockwave.

The masked man who faced the punch head-on was also a master; although it was sudden, he did not panic.

Instead, he threw the same punch.

"Bang!"

The greatest sound is silent; that sound seemed to resonate in everyone's heart.

The air distorted where the fists collided, and terrifying energies clashed.

Another moment.

The masked man's fist suddenly swung diagonally, causing him to lose his balance and retreat continuously.

"Hahaha, this is the 'Returning to Life After Drought' technique. Now take my next move, the 'Earth River Turning Over' technique."

The roar within the master's body intensified, as if a great river was surging within him, or as if thunder was rolling.

Some martial arts experts observed carefully and it seemed that countless forces were surging out from his pores, which had become strong, tough, and shiny, as if there was a great river of energy lurking within his body.

These forces gather on the body's surface, some converging towards the feet and connecting with the ground to generate a powerful reaction force, making the master faster and more powerful. More of these forces flow like rivers into the sea, transforming into a giant dragon-like rolling wave that bursts forth from the fist.

"Boom boom boom..."

All that could be seen were figures moving, advancing and retreating, one retreating repeatedly while the other pressed forward step by step. Then the ground shook and tore apart, and the air surged and billowed.

Earth and rocks flew everywhere, causing those who were not strong enough to cry out in pain.

People around kept backing away to avoid being affected by the aftershocks.

The mountain gang members who had just been shouting were either avoiding the aftermath or standing there dumbfounded in fear, now relegated to supporting roles.

"Bang!"

A figure flew out, smashing through a thick wall opposite the martial arts hall plaza, and then crashed into the artificial hill behind the wall.

Amidst screams from some people, it darted out from the other side of the artificial hill and then disappeared into the distance.

Even more indignant and startled.

"Old man, today is not the right time. I'll come back to kill you another day. You'd better not die of old age then, hahaha!"

No matter how much he laughed, everyone watching knew that he was no match for the old man he was talking about.

At this moment, someone from the mountain gang suddenly realized what was happening, shouted, and they all fled in panic.

Even the vice leader, who was a martial arts master beyond the limit, didn't dare to leave any harsh words. He simply slipped away under the protection of several hall masters and altar masters.

Ji Feiyun did not pursue them.

Returning to his disciple, his once robust body seemed to deflate, shrinking continuously until it returned to its original withered and aged state.

This is the complete opposite of his previous majestic, powerful, and invincible demeanor.

It evokes a sense of absurdity.

There's also a strange and terrifying feeling about it.

The curator shook his head.

"I'm getting old!"

Then he started coughing again, "cough, cough..." as if he had lost control after strenuous exercise and might suddenly die on the spot at any moment.

However, those who witnessed all of this had complex expressions and no longer dared to underestimate the situation in the slightest.

Few people believed that he would actually collapse and die immediately.

Within that aged body, a ferocious fist lurked, and terrifying power lay in ambush.

Even Zhang Qingshan and other martial arts school disciples were shocked.

I knew my master might still have some remaining strength he was holding back, but I didn't expect him to be this powerful.

Seeing his master coughing and looking old, they were equally surprised and uncertain.

But more than anything, it brings confidence and a sense of security.

The master was not exaggerating; he can indeed still hold up the sky. After this, perhaps some people will behave themselves for a while.

Several disciples then escorted their master toward the Qinghe Martial Arts School.

After all the people from Qinghe Martial Arts School entered the school.

Some of the people who had been secretly watching finally showed themselves.

"Wow, that's amazing! After he unleashed his power, his body roared, with a thunderous sound similar to that of a ninth-level martial artist. Could this be his trump card? That he can unleash combat power beyond his level?"

"No wonder the old master of Qinghe Martial Arts School looks like he's about to die, but the various forces didn't immediately try to take over his business. They must know that the old master is still very powerful this season."

"Hehe, luckily someone plotted to separate Senior Brother Qinghe a few years ago, otherwise the two of them together would be even more imposing."

"The power to revitalize dried-up waters? The power to turn the earth's rivers upside down? Truly living up to its name, this fighting technique is incredibly exquisite and wondrous!"

"Indeed miraculous! The withered old man has transformed into a mighty and powerful figure, with boundless strength lurking within his aged body. It seems that his usual frail and feeble appearance was intentional, to conceal his vitality. Therefore, we must not judge a book by its cover!"

"The older generation of martial artists were no ordinary people who were able to build such a foundation. Even if their cultivation level was not high, their combat skills honed over decades were naturally formidable."

Some people thought how shallow and ignorant they were to have looked down on Ji Feiyun because of his old age.

While these people were marveling at the scene, Ji Feiyun was instructing his disciples inside the martial arts school.

"The use of strength and power by martial artists is not useless after they pass the martial artist stage. It is one of the foundations of combat and a kind of basic means. When you enter the martial master stage, your flesh and blood exceed their limits, as if you have an amplifier, which can amplify these strengths and power even more."

Sixth Senior Brother Chang Yueshan's eyes burned with passion:

"Master, can we learn your Dry Water Force and other techniques now? I usually conceal my energy, but I can unleash a counterattack at crucial moments. Just thinking about it is exciting."

The master didn't scold him, he just shook his head.

"Your current physical bodies are simply not capable of operating and bearing such a method. Not to mention you, even your eldest sister is not yet ready to cultivate this technique."

Zhang Qingshan also wanted to ask.

But then he saw that his master's withered hands seemed to be trembling. A thought struck him, and he gestured to the other senior brothers and sisters with his eyes.

Only then did they stop seeking instruction and send their master to the inner courtyard to recuperate.

The excitement that had been building up quickly subsided.

Deep down, he knew that his master's burst of power was not something that could be used casually.

They didn't pursue that person, nor did they kill the members of the Mountain Forest Gang. That was because they had their concerns and couldn't truly run rampant.