From a tuberculosis patient to a martial arts master

As soon as the word was uttered, fine cracks suddenly appeared on the blue bricks beneath Zhu Hong's feet.

He approached Jiang Feng like a ghost, his black sword concealed in its sheath. With a swift movement, he had blocked all of Jiang Feng's escape routes, his chilling killing intent pressing straight to Jiang Feng's face.

"You...you dare to lay a hand on me?!"

Faced with the sudden attack, Jiang Feng felt a chill run down his spine.

Although he was used to being arrogant and thought that no one would dare to touch the Jiang family's direct descendants, his intuition was clearest when it came to life and death. When he was enveloped by Zhu Hong's aura as deep as the ocean, he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar and his whole body stiffened.

"How dare you be so insolent!"

Jiang Cong's eyes turned cold, and the aura of a Martial Apprentice at the Great Perfection stage exploded forth.

He slammed his hand on the table, shattering it, and roared, "What an ignorant brat! Do you really think the Jiang family respects you just because I call you 'sir'? Today, I will teach you a lesson on behalf of the Prefect!" Before his voice had even finished, he had already darted out, his palm strike carrying a fierce force, heading straight for Zhu Hong.

They even resorted to bullying the weak and launching a sneak attack.

In an instant.

A single hair can move the whole body, causing the entire room to tremble.

The elders closest to Zhu Hong attacked simultaneously. One on the left wielded a broadsword, its blade flashing like a bolt of lightning as he slashed down at Zhu Hong's head. The other on the right was unarmed, his palm radiating a dark blue aura, wielding the Cracked Tablet Palm, a technique far superior to that brat Jiang Huan's.

"Jiang Cong, at your age, how dare you lay a hand on a junior?"

"Aren't you ashamed!"

Wang Zhenshan had anticipated this move. Seeing Jiang Cong make his attack, he immediately stood up, his long sword flashing as it was drawn. His figure moved like a blur, instantly blocking Zhu Hong's left side, his blade gleaming as he met Jiang Cong's palm strike: "Come on, your opponent is me!"

"Bang!"

The blade and palm clashed, and the force of their energy scattered in all directions.

Wang Zhenshan's swordplay was steady and powerful, firmly suppressing Jiang Cong, and the two instantly became entangled in combat. Although Jiang Cong was at the Great Perfection of the Martial Apprentice Realm, there was still a gap between them, and in front of Wang Zhenshan, the difference in skill was immediately apparent.

The sudden change of attitude was witnessed by everyone.

Wei Qingyuan's expression was solemn, while Qingshan remained indifferent, simply observing from the sidelines.

Song Jiwen, Jin Buhuan, and Bai Ri Mang, the constables, exchanged glances, a hint of amusement flashing in their eyes.

"I'm talking to Lao Jin."

Song Jiwen raised his hand to the hilt of his sword, turned his head to Jin Buhuan beside him and teased, "These Jiang family juniors, have they never seen real swords and spears before? They actually dare to charge in?"

"Haha, you never know."

Jin Buhuan twirled three black iron beads between his fingertips, the soft clinking sound as he rubbed them together. "After all, they're members of the Jiang family; we have to give them some face," he said sarcastically.

"At most, I'll just go easy on them."

Don't actually break their legs, then come crying to us later.

Bai Ri Mang spat, "How can we not interrupt? The Jiang family doesn't even respect the government anymore. If we don't take drastic measures, they'll really think we're made of clay."

Amidst the laughter and chatter, the lobby had descended into chaos.

Tables and chairs overturned, weapons clashed, and shouts and curses mingled together, causing dust to fall from the beams.

"You damn bird, take this!"

Lin Ji, with a fiery temper, spotted a member of the Jiang family and charged at him with a furious roar.

Song Jiwen, however, presented a completely different picture.

He darted forward, his longsword dancing fluidly in his hand, not like a slash, but with a light and graceful swordplay, directly entering the fray. Seeing this, two elders of the Jiang clan attacked from both sides, their palm strikes heavy and powerful, yet they couldn't even touch a single hem of his clothing.

"Good timing."

Song Jiwen touched the ground with his toes and suddenly floated up. With a light flick of his long sword, he tore the sleeve of the elder's robe on the left with a "whoosh". The blade grazed the flesh, startling the man into quickly withdrawing his hand and retreating.

"Song Bulin, his charm is as undiminished as ever."

Jin Buhuan's gaze locked onto the martial arts elders who were initially surrounding Zhu Hong. Seeing one of them swinging a palm towards Zhu Hong's back, he narrowed his eyes and sneered, "Old man, you dare to use underhanded tactics in front of your Master Jin? You're tired of living!"

Before he finished speaking, he flicked his wrist.

A metal bead whizzed through the air from the fingertip, striking the man's wrist with the force of a meteor. With a "crack," the elder cried out in pain, his palm strike vanished, and he staggered back several steps, his entire arm numb and unable to lift.

"Vulnerable."

Jin Buhuan spoke languidly, the iron beads spinning rapidly between his fingers. "Are the people of the Jiang family so used to being pampered that they can't even lift their hands properly?" he mocked, before shooting out two more iron beads, one of which struck two other clan elders who were besieging Zhu Hong.

With precise technique and powerful force, he instantly forced the two men back.

"not good!"

Unable to get any closer, the Jiang family members shouted.

Seeing an opening suddenly appear, Zhu Hong's aura solidified, and his figure transformed into a black shadow, like a dragon entering the sea, piercing straight through the crowd. The black blade hummed and trembled. He neither slashed nor cut, but only used the sheath to deflect, strike, and intercept.

A few extremely concise and swift knife strikes.

In an instant, the Jiang family members who were blocking the way were all sent flying.

Jiang Feng was thrown into a panic and ran back desperately. His usual arrogance vanished, and he could only hysterically shout, "Stop him! Stop him!" But without the elders to stop him, the Jiang family members were as fragile as paper in front of Zhu Hong.

"Get out of here, all of you!"

He swung the blade left and right, striking the person blocking his way hard in the chest.

One man groaned and flew backward, crashing through the screen, spitting blood and passing out. Another man attacked from behind, but Zhu Hong didn't turn around, dodging to the side and striking him on the back of the neck with his elbow. With a crack, the man fell to the ground, lifeless.

Not long after.

The tree has fallen and the monkeys have scattered; they are utterly defeated.

Without pausing, Zhu Hong moved like lightning, catching up to Jiang Feng in an instant.

"How dare you, junior!"

When Jiang Cong saw Zhu Hong heading straight for Jiang Feng, his heart tightened, and his aura as a Great Perfection Martial Apprentice suddenly surged. His palm wind was like a surging wave, and he actually managed to break through a sliver of space under Wang Zhenshan's blade.

Wang Zhenshan merely smiled faintly, shifted his body to the side, and blocked with his long sword.

"Jiang Cong underestimates his opponent."

You're not qualified!

Before he finished speaking, his aura suddenly changed. An extremely powerful force of blood and qi burst forth from his body, like a raging fire, and the scorching air waves swept around, making the surrounding air seem to be slightly distorted as if it were being burned.

Vigorous Qi and Blood.

A thin layer of blood-red halo condensed on the body surface, covering it.

It was clearly the prototype of the Qi and Blood Armor.

No.

It has already captured almost seven-tenths of his spirit and form!

"Qi and blood like a furnace... congealing into a embryonic form?"

Jiang Cong's pupils contracted sharply, his heart sank, and he blurted out, "You've improved again!"

Wang Zhenshan did not answer.

He paused lightly, then moved closer, closing in without drawing his sword, simply throwing a punch.

Jiang Cong quickly crossed his arms to block.

He felt an overwhelming force slam into his chest, his arms, which had been blocking the attack, were instantly shattered, and he was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing into a thick nanmu pillar.

"puff."

His throat tasted metallic, and his arms trembled violently, making it impossible for him to stand up for a moment.

It was in that very instant.

Zhu Hong has caught up with Jiang Feng.

With a light flick of his black knife, the back of the blade struck Jiang Feng heavily on the back of the neck.

"Well……"

Jiang Feng's body went limp, and he collapsed to the ground.

Zhu Hong grabbed him by the back of his collar, lifted him up, swept his gaze across the fighting crowd, and shouted, "Stop!"

The anxiety abruptly ended.