He achieved the pinnacle of martial arts starting with breaking through the limits of Tiger Fist.

Chapter 85 Kneeling and Surrendering

All of this happened in the blink of an eye, from the time Chen Sanlang was attacked to the time Zhao Rong collapsed and couldn't get up, less than two breaths' time.

Chen Sanlang was dumbfounded and stood there dumbfounded. How could Lin Ge'er's martial arts be so powerful?

This master assassin who had been causing him so much worry and sleepless nights turned out to be no match for Jiang Lin's single punch.

The other two martial artists who followed Zhao Rong were even more terrified. The sudden situation made them stop in their tracks and turn around and flee without hesitation.

"Run separately."

Seeing his companion fleeing with him, the person in front quickly spoke up to warn him.

The person behind suddenly realized what was happening and ran off in another direction, not even planning to return to the base.

The two men knew that with such a skilled opponent present, the Chai Market stronghold was bound to fall tonight, so their survival was the priority.

Jiang Lin did not give chase, but instead drew his bow and aimed at the fleeing figure.

【Effect】Startling String. Breaking (The bow is fully drawn, blood congeals, the arrow is shot with thunderous force, blood pierces the sun, and men and horses gather in disarray).

Since using this move last time, Jiang Lin has become somewhat addicted to it. In terms of intimidating the enemy, the visual effect of this arrow is far superior to that of the "Tiger Fist".

As the blood energy gathered, the arrow glowed with a dark red light, and with the bowstring vibrating, the arrow streaked past like a meteor.

At this moment, the second courtyard of the "Short Knife Society" was already ablaze with fire, illuminating half of the market as if it were daytime.

A figure was running past the stronghold. The members of the "Short Knife Society" could see clearly that it was the Skin Refining Realm expert that their stronghold relied on.

What's wrong?

Just as everyone was wondering, a dazzling blood-red streak shot from afar and in the blink of an eye approached the fleeing figure.

A loud bang, like a thunderclap.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the fleeing man exploded, scattering bits of flesh and bone everywhere, with the impact area covering several meters.

What kind of martial art is this?

Not to mention the ordinary gang members, even the gang leader Zheng Biao was so frightened that his limbs went limp and he lost all will to fight.

It was too cruel. Jiang Lin couldn't help but shake his head. Since the "Tiger Soul Stake" broke through its limit again, his blood and qi had become more robust. Unconsciously, even the power of this arrow technique had increased a lot, resulting in such a result, which surprised even himself.

The martial artists who fled in another direction were intercepted by Zhou Shun from the "Water Tiger Gang".

This martial artist from Jingchu wielded his spear with impenetrable skill, tightly binding his opponent and preventing him from escaping even a fraction of an inch.

The two had fought several times, and each time the two were evenly matched, with no clear winner.

As Jiang Lin strolled over, the warriors of the "Short Sword Society" gradually panicked, and their several attempts to charge forward were blocked by his spear.

Even though Jiang Lin didn't make a move, just watching from the sidelines put immense pressure on his opponents.

The result was self-evident. In the past, the battle would have lasted for a hundred moves and the outcome would have been difficult to determine. Now, in less than forty moves, the opponent was killed by Zhou Shun with a single spear thrust, dying a very frustrating death.

The fire had completely ignited in the distance, and the members of the "Short Knife Society" ran out of their stronghold, surrounded on all sides with no way to escape.

Everyone, including gang leader Zheng Biao, had no choice but to kneel down and surrender.

Jiang Lin walked up to Zheng Biao and asked gently, "I want to know the whereabouts of that group of men from Lingnan Road. Could you please help me?"

Zheng Biao knelt on both knees, not daring to look up at Jiang Lin. The arrow he had just received was too brutal, leaving a huge shadow in his heart.

"I know, I know, I will definitely tell you everything I know."

Zheng Biao knew that the situation was hopeless, and he didn't ask for anything else but to save his life.

Without Jiang Lin's threats, Zheng Biao revealed all the information he knew.

There are a total of 47 fish markets in Changning County, of which more than a dozen are occupied by gangs affiliated with the Eagle Claw Sect.

Due to the war in the south, Eagle Claw Sect absorbed a lot of people, among whom the Lingnan Dao group was the most elite.

These people were all skilled in assassination and had excellent lightness skills. After joining the Eagle Claw Sect, they were highly valued by Gu Yun and were assigned to guard several of the most important fish markets.

Since the fish market in Shaziwan had been difficult to conquer, Gu specially dispatched Zhou Rong to handle it.

Sure enough, Zhou Rong had only been there for a day when he had already caused the "Water Tiger Gang" to lose one member. Just when things seemed to be going well, they were attacked today, and the three martial artists he relied on were all killed or wounded in an instant.

Under Jiang Lin's questioning, Zheng Biao revealed the hiding place of the group of men without reservation.

When Jiang Lin asked about the person at the Tendon Refining Realm, Zheng Biao said he had only heard of him and didn't know his exact location.

Jiang Lin was actually well aware that a martial artist at the Tendon Refining Realm was already considered to be of medium to high combat strength in Changning, and would definitely not be placed in places like the fish market stronghold.

But it doesn't matter, as long as we know the locations of the others, we can kill the younger ones, and I don't believe the older ones won't come out.

After asking his question, Jiang Lin fell silent. The rest were all gang matters, which he couldn't be bothered to concern himself with.

When Zheng Biao saw Chen Sanlang approaching, he immediately bowed and prostrated himself, repeatedly saying that he was willing to serve as a lowly soldier under Chen Sanlang's command.

To be honest, Zheng Biao is a practitioner of orthodox martial arts who has broken through three barriers. His ability to humble himself like this deserves praise for his flexibility and adaptability.

Chen Sanlang stepped forward to help Zheng Biao up and said, "Brother Zheng, there's no need for such formalities. We've become acquainted through this fight. Now is not the time for politeness. Everyone should organize their manpower to put out the fire quickly, otherwise it would be bad if the shop burned down."

Chen Sanlang's words actually made sense. The income of the firewood market depended entirely on the protection fees paid by these merchants. Now that the firewood market had been destroyed by fire, the burning of the shops was a loss for them.

Zheng Biao breathed a sigh of relief, realizing his life was safe. He turned around and began ordering his men to put out the fire.

Chen Sanlang, standing behind him, narrowed his eyes and drew his sword. With a single horizontal slash, Zheng Biao's head rolled to the ground.

The body fell to the ground with a thud. Chen Sanlang stepped forward, lifted Zheng Biao's shirt, and took out a stack of silver notes.

He counted it and found it to be about six hundred taels, and couldn't help but kick the corpse again.

"Damn it, I knew he wasn't honest; he actually hid so much money."

Zheng Biao, seeing Chen Sanlang's youth, became greedy, thinking he could get away with pushing the matter of the gang's savings onto the fire. Little did he know that Chen Sanlang had already seen through him, which led to his own demise.

Looking at the scene before him, Jiang Lin couldn't help but sigh, "Sanlang has indeed been tempered by experience."

Chen Sanlang's martial arts skills have also improved. He has learned a traditional martial art called "Bagua Saber Technique" and has already passed the test three times. He is moving towards the realm of a martial artist.

He has also matured a lot mentally, and his behavior has long surpassed that of a gang leader. He manages the fish market very fairly and has won widespread praise.

After tidying up the silver notes, Chen Sanlang handed them to Jiang Lin without the slightest hesitation.

Jiang Lin shook his head and refused, saying that now was the time to win people's hearts, and Chen Sanlang could use this money to his advantage.

Seeing that he didn't want it, Chen Sanlang didn't press the matter further and ordered people to put out the fire. The fire grew bigger and bigger, and everything was about to be burned away.

If I had known that Brother Lin was so powerful now, why would I have set fire to it? The losses would have been enormous.

With a combined force of nearly a hundred people, the fire was extinguished in no time, and the nearby shops were unaffected.

The second courtyard of the "Short Knife Society" was burned beyond recognition. Apart from the six hundred taels in Chen Sanlang's hands, there was probably nothing else left.

Fortunately, the firewood market had been secured, which made Chen Sanlang feel much better.

"Listen up, brothers! Today, regardless of whether we are friend or foe, everyone will be rewarded. I, Chen Sanlang, will never treat my brothers unfairly."

Chen Sanlang waved the silver notes in his hand and announced loudly, which drew cheers.

That's how gang fights are; they rarely go to extremes. Ordinary gang members don't mind switching sides, especially since Chen Sanlang is already well-known in this area for his generosity and fairness to his brothers.

Sure enough, on the very first day, he was already clamoring to share the money with his brothers. A leader like that is hard to find.

Jiang Lin did not participate, but silently untied the bowstring, pondering the information he had heard and thinking about where to start.

Is assassination better, or a sneak attack?