Martial Arts Awakening, Bloodfire Fist Master

The neighbors in the compound seemed to have gotten used to Zhang Qingshan's crazy and impatient behavior, his frantic boxing and his frantic wolfing down of food.

It was just some coarse grains and vegetables, with maybe a little coarse salt added, but he ate it as if it were a delicacy from the mountains and seas, making everyone else's mouths water and their appetites increase.

After finishing his meal, Zhang Qingshan, unusually, didn't go on his crazy boxing routine. He also greeted his neighbors and fetched water to wash up in the nearby shed.

Several women in the courtyard glanced at him casually, while the men openly scanned him. Whether it was their imagination or not, they all noticed that Zhang Qingshan seemed to have grown taller and stronger.

If it weren't for the fact that Lao Liu's situation made everyone too embarrassed to joke around, they would definitely have been teasing and asking him questions in a lively atmosphere.

Back inside, Zhang Qingshan slowly came to understand the changes.

[Host: Zhang Qingshan]

[Realm Level: Martial Artist Level 2]

[Talent: Chaos Enchantment]

[Spirit Enhancement Gauge: Mighty Fist]

A level two martial artist with a strength of 500 jin, if that man surnamed Ma hadn't been hiding his strength, my current strength would definitely surpass his.

The stronger and higher the status of someone in a gang, the less likely they are to hide their ruthless nature.

Then the other party must not have reached the second level of martial artist. The other party cannot have their own talent, and there cannot be any major changes in the past few days. In the end, this person is just a low-level manager in a gang. In the entire Qinghe City, he is just a small character.

By the way, the talent section is also fully lit up, which may be related to skill mastery.

Wanting to test his strength, but unfortunately there were no suitable testing tools in the room, Zhang Qingshan suppressed the spirituality of his Mighty Fist and this time took the initiative to practice the Mighty Six Forms that seemed to be engraved in his body's instincts.

The punches were slow, but the force of 500 pounds was incredibly powerful.

He stood inside for a long time, then slowly uttered a single word: "Kill!"

Time travelers could never be obedient subjects; they were just too weak in the past and could only pretend to be stupid.

[Mighty Fist suddenly awoke from his slumber, as if he had an unseen mission—to fight? Would he capsize? After all, he'd never actually fought with real guns, never killed anyone. Those who had know that one must be ruthless in both heart and hand. Was he prepared, both internally and externally?]

[Daliquan was wondering if he could postpone his fight for a day. After all, his previous training had mainly focused on building physical strength and power, and he hadn't yet considered actual combat. If he could have a day to adjust his fighting style, that would be great.]

In reality, Zhang Qingshan was stunned for a moment.

Brother Dali Quan has considered everything very thoroughly, so let's wait another day.

[A thought struck Dali Quan: He would hone his skills for another day. Although he was determined to accomplish his mission and didn't want revenge to wait overnight, he needed to adjust his strategy for the final battle. Sharpening the axe didn't waste any time chopping wood.]

[Mighty Fist analyzed himself, recalling that he was a descendant of the ancestor of the Divine Martial Basic Killing Fist. Although he had only inherited a few fragments of his innate Mighty Six Forms, which he usually used to train his body and increase his strength, its essence was still a fighting and killing method.]

[A day later, it prepared to ambush the enemy, but also needed to be prepared for a tough battle. The powerful fist felt its whole body trembling, a mixture of tension and excitement. It began to imagine the enemy right before it, how it should fight: a power-building stance to await the enemy, a strength-building stance for combat preparation, an explosive stance to seize the opponent's heart, a stepping stance to thrust straight at the opponent, a straight punch to strike vital points, and a charging stance to open the mountain gate.]

[Daliquan constantly imagines various fighting scenarios, and also reflects on and summarizes whether his approach is correct, and whether he can subtly attack and defeat opponents with skill, etc.]

[Mighty Fist concluded that he came from a military martial arts background, which essentially emphasized simple, brutal, and direct combat—in a battle between two armies, the brave would win and the loser would die!]

[If you think your opponent has a whip, then you need to use close-quarters combat unexpectedly...]

Dali Quan kept fighting his imaginary enemy until midnight before he finally went to sleep.

At the same time, a series of thoughts about imagining battles entered Zhang Qingshan's mind. Although he had not yet fought in actual combat, it seemed that he had already simulated it many times in his heart.

His eyes shone even brighter.

Before dawn had fully broken, Zhang Qingshan vaguely heard a sound again.

[...kill kill kill....]

Although Mighty Fist was still resting, it knew it should get up and train. The thought of that ferocious enemy filled it with rage and made it tremble. The opponent was ferocious, so it would be even more ferocious—kill, kill, kill!

Zhang Qingshan rubbed his temples, then got up. His powerful punches, imbued with spiritual energy, were as punctual as an alarm clock, as if constantly reminding him not to slack off.

[The Mighty Fist finally realized that it was a fist meant for killing enemies, and that it needed a bloodthirsty and courageous heart to unleash its full power. It needed a fighting spirit willing to die with the enemy to survive. It felt its fist technique had improved once again...]

"Although I don't understand boxing, I feel that Brother Zhang's punches are really fierce, even more so than yesterday."

Old Wang sighed, his eyes filled with shock. The punches his opponent threw were straightforward and without any fancy moves, yet he felt a sense of unease.

If I didn't know that the person in front of me was Xiao Zhang, whom I knew, I would have thought he was some fierce and ruthless big shot.

"Wow, this is incredible! Young people are really different. Xiao Zhang will definitely not be bullied in the future."

When Old Xu finished grinding the tofu and came out, he was also shocked. "How fierce!" he thought, then his eyes showed confusion.

It felt like stepping back more than a decade to see the martial arts demonstration at the school's training ground, where every punch exuded an oppressive and intimidating aura.

He couldn't help but mutter to himself, "Could this be what the captain meant by spirit, courage, ferocity, and bloodlust?"

He stood and watched for a while longer, then shook his head. "I don't understand, I don't understand. Could it be that this kid has really made a name for himself?"

After the Wang and Xu families left for a while, Widow Sister Xie and Bai Xiaochun from the rouge shop also started fetching water to wash up. They were also very surprised to see the style of Zhang Qingshan's boxing, and felt that the young Zhang in front of them was extraordinary.

Twenty-year-old Bai Xiaochun's beautiful eyes flashed. This Xiao Zhang seemed to have suddenly grown taller and stronger; she could only sigh that boys really do change every day as they develop.

"Little Zhang, do you want a wife? None of the girls in our rouge shop are married yet, haha, if it weren't for the fact that I'm a few years older than you."

The implication and probing intent were quite obvious.

[Dali Quan sneered inwardly. Women would only slow down my training. Besides, this woman was just an ordinary-looking girl, maybe a five out of ten at best. She wasn't worth my time. I couldn't be bothered with her.]

In fact, Bai Xiaochun is not bad looking; at least she's prettier than those dark-skinned and skinny girls in the village.

However, since Dali Quan was focused on practicing his fist techniques, and Zhang Qingshan, being a transmigrator with extensive experience, naturally didn't cause any ripples in his mind.

Bai Xiaochun didn't press the matter further. After the teasing, he hurriedly went to work.

Widow Xie looked at the lively Zhang Qingshan, then glanced at Old Liu's house, sighed, and went out to work.

She knew what Lao Liu was thinking in the past, but now that Lao Liu was in trouble, she didn't know how to help him. Poverty makes everything miserable, and she had a daughter herself, so she couldn't bring herself to say she would share his hardships.

Zhang Qingshan was not a talkative person to begin with, and he didn't know what to say, so he just silently practiced his boxing under Dali Quan's guidance.

I practiced until noon, ate something, then suppressed the urge to continue practicing with the powerful punch and took a good nap.

I slept soundly and all the fatigue I had accumulated over the past few days disappeared.

After getting up, Zhang Qingshan used the last bit of mixed grains that Lao Liu had given him to cook some porridge to relieve his hunger. Then, before most of the people in the yard had returned, Zhang Qingshan took out his patched and tattered long-sleeved clothes that he had brought from the village, put them on, and went outside.

As usual, he walked with his head slightly lowered, his expression becoming simple and unassuming, attracting no attention whatsoever.

But deep inside, a suppressed fire was rising higher and higher, the flesh beneath the tattered clothes was heating up, as if it were about to be burned, and as if it were about to burn others.

[A powerful punch reverberates, killing...]

[Mighty Fist is on edge. Is he about to storm the docks and start fighting...? Mighty Fist thinks he should scout and track first. Mighty Fist is burning with the desire to avenge his previous defeat....]

Zhang Qingshan smiled inwardly; a powerful punch is ultimately just a powerful punch.

Rushing into the dock? He hasn't forgotten his own limitations.

Investigation and surveillance? That would be superfluous and counterproductive, and could easily backfire.

He was alone and outnumbered, so what he had to do was commit "random, impulsive crimes".

He found a deserted, muddy pond and jumped right in. When he got out, he was covered in mud and filthy. He used a wooden stick to prop himself up. It's safe to say that even if his parents and siblings were standing right in front of him, they wouldn't recognize him.

Amidst the disapproving glances of passersby, I walked for several more kilometers until I reached a nice alley. Then, I leisurely leaned on my wooden stick and sat down near a decent courtyard with blue bricks and black tiles.

It was inconspicuous; a dozen meters away, two beggars were huddled together, constantly banging on the broken bowls in front of them.

Upon seeing a competitor arrive, he glared at them fiercely.

Zhang Qingshan brandished the wooden stick in his hand, and the other man's eyes narrowed. "Hmph, kid, have you ever paid any respects to our crumbling sect?"

Zhang Qingshan ignored him and simply leaned against the wall, resting with his eyes half-closed.

After a while, someone passed by, and the two beggars hurriedly began to sing auspicious words while pleasuring others. The other person dropped two copper coins, hesitated for a moment, and then dropped another coin in the direction where Zhang Qingshan was.

After the kind man left, a beggar approached menacingly, "Kid, if our Qing Shui Remnant Sect's boss finds out..."

Zhang Qingshan used a wooden stick to sweep the copper coin to the beggar.

The other person then stopped talking with a big smile. "Hehe, that's more like it. You're a sensible kid. Tomorrow I'll take you to meet my big brother. You can break his legs then, and I'll make sure you have food every day..."

Watching the other person pick up the copper coin, Zhang Qingshan couldn't help but sigh. This job was even easier than carrying bags. If it weren't for the older brother exploiting him, he would have been tempted to take the job.

[Daliquan felt ashamed and decided to take a break since he couldn't bear to see it.]