From a tuberculosis patient to a martial arts master

The palm shadows overlapped one after another, like a surging sea of ​​clouds.

Although Jiang Heling's palm technique is not a top-notch martial art, he has been immersed in it for more than ten years and has already reached a state of perfection, with every move he makes having a sense of explosive power.

"Tiger Leaps into the Ravine".

Upon seeing this, Zhu Hong's eyes sharpened, and he dared not be careless, so he threw a fierce punch straight at him.

"Bang—!"

The muffled sound was like thunder.

The two forces collided, causing snow and gravel to fly everywhere.

Zhu Hong's body trembled violently, and he staggered back several steps before regaining his balance.

Looking down at the solid rock beneath his feet, he saw several large cracks had appeared. His entire arm felt numb and tingly, as if it didn't belong to him. He couldn't help but think to himself, "The strength of a master martial artist is truly remarkable!"

Even with his martial arts skills, he could not bridge the gap in their levels of understanding.

"snort!

A silver-plated spearhead.

"Martial arts skills are completely useless against you!"

Jiang Heling was overjoyed after his successful strike. He rubbed his palms together and continued to deliver blows, each one more powerful than the last.

He was originally a master martial artist, and his strength was a notch above Zhu Hong's. At this moment, he used all his strength, and his palms flew up and down, layer upon layer, covering the sky and the sun, directly covering Zhu Hong's head.

"Attack together!"

Seeing that Jiang Heling had gotten the better of him, Zhao Biao's courage grew a hundredfold in an instant. "Finish off this little bastard!"

He drew his ghost-head knife from his waist and leaped forward.

A horizontal slash came down on his head.

Strike straight at Zhu Hong's waist and ribs!

"Hurry up and go!" Jiang Chengzhi hurriedly ordered the martial arts school disciples who were waiting in front of him, who were new to martial arts training.

"Everyone cooperate with Instructor Biao and kill that brat!"

He dared not go up, for seeing that Zhu Hong was already able to fight Jiang Heling, he was afraid that if he went up, he would be captured and killed if he was not careful.

A life of great fortune and nobility.

It's better to strategize and observe from a distance.

The martial arts disciples exchanged glances. Though unwilling, they had no choice but to draw their weapons and flank the attackers from both sides. One man on the left wielded a long, slender sword, which he flicked to create three sword flowers. Another man on the right swung a thick-backed saber, slashing at the waist. Behind them, a man wielded a long spear, which flicked its shaft, creating a burst of spear flowers the size of bowls.

The spear shot out like a dragon, aiming straight for Zhu Hong's back.

In an instant, swords flashed and shadows danced.

They attacked simultaneously.

All escape routes—front, back, left, and right—were blocked.

Zhu Hong's face darkened, and he moved with unhurried footwork, dodging and weaving through the impenetrable encirclement.

He dodged a bullet, then twisted to dodge a sword.

He slapped his waist and retrieved his stockpile: the Goose Feather Saber. "Draw Sword Slash!" With a swift right slash, he unleashed the Mountain Tiger Fist with his left, forcing several men back. By alternating between the two techniques, he managed to hold off the combined attack.

It's too late to say.

Zhao Biao slashed down again, with fierce force and heavy power.

Zhu Hong dodged to the side, and with a swift motion, swung his goose-feather saber diagonally upwards, aiming straight for Zhao Biao's wrist holding the saber.

Zhao Biao was startled and hurriedly sheathed his sword and changed his move, parrying back with his sword. With a loud "clang", the two swords collided.

In the blink of an eye:

The swordsman had already rushed to the left, thrusting his sword forward, the tip trembling wildly, and then stabbing at three major acupoints under Zhu Hong's ribs. Zhu Hong retreated hastily, his blade twisting to deflect the sword's edge, but before he could react, the spear-wielding martial artist had circled behind him, twisting his spear and thrusting it towards his back.

Zhu Hong listened to the wind to determine the location and suddenly lowered his body.

The tip of the gun grazed my scalp, the strong wind making it sting.

He swung his sword backhand, forcing the gunman back, but then a strong gust of wind came from his right and another sword slashed down at his waist!

In a hurry.

Zhu Hong slammed his left fist out, striking the blade squarely.

Because he acted hastily, his strength dissipated, and he was cut open by the blade, blood spurting out. Ignoring the pain, he used the recoil to leap to the side, floating three feet away, dodging Jiang Heling's follow-up killing technique.

"What a naughty boy!"

Jiang Heling sneered and charged forward again.

Zhu Hong frowned deeply, sensing an imminent danger.

He wanted to defeat them one by one, starting by killing the few newcomers to martial arts, but his attempts all ended in defeat.

Nothing else:

The other group launched an attack, giving them absolutely no chance.

"Sizzle."

Suddenly, Zhao Biao spotted an opening and slashed at his back with his knife.

His clothes were instantly torn apart, and his skin and flesh rolled up.

Zhu Hong grunted, staggered forward, and nearly fell. He quickly swung his knife back, forcing Zhao Biao back, but then felt a chill on his left side. The swordsman had taken advantage of his distraction and stabbed him in the left rib.

The sword tip pierced the flesh, and blood flowed down the blade.

"Get out of here!"

Zhu Hong gritted his teeth, grabbed the sword with his left hand, ignoring the blood streaming down his hand from the cuts, and twisted it sharply into his chest.

The swordsman felt a tremendous force surge through him, and he could no longer hold onto the hilt of his sword, which flew out of his hand, causing him to fall forward. Zhu Hong followed up with a kick to his chest, and the man screamed as he flew backward three or four steps like a kite with a broken string, crashing to the ground and spitting out blood.

He was instantly on his last legs and could no longer be of any use.

"Take another hit from me!"

In just a short while, Jiang Heling had already arrived.

"clang--"

Zhu Hong quickly blocked the attack, but the force of the impact made him feel dizzy and he staggered backward, crashing into a hard rock.

"He can't hold on any longer!"

Jiang Chengzhi, who was hiding in the back, was overjoyed when he saw this scene. He scratched his head and shouted in his hoarse voice, "Quick, kill this little bastard!"

Jiang Heling's greed burned even brighter, and he pressed his palm strike forward, suddenly enveloping Zhu Hong:

"My martial arts skills, finally..."

It's almost there!

His heart was already pounding wildly.

Zhu Hong remained silent. "We can't delay any longer." He glanced at Jiang Chengyou's body and began to plan.

Zhao Biao swung his knife, but Zhu Hong dodged it. Jiang Heling struck with both palms, and Zhu Hong met the attack with a fierce punch, only to be forced back by the immense force.

It was at this moment:

He rolled backward a few more times, landing squarely beside Zhang Chengyou's corpse.

When Jiang Heling and the others saw him fall to the ground, they assumed that he was exhausted and could not hold on any longer.

How could we possibly miss such a golden opportunity?

They shouted in unison and rushed forward.

At the critical moment:

Zhu Hong suddenly thrust his left hand into the ground. This thrust landed squarely on Zhang Chengyou's cold, lifeless body.

[Source: The Martial Arts Performer Who Died Violently (Xiao Cheng)]

Acquired: Two Gu (a type of poison) of Qi and Blood.

In an instant.

The scalding heat penetrated straight into my palms and spread throughout my body.

Wherever that heat flowed, the energy depleted in the previous fierce battle was instantly replenished, the soreness and numbness in the muscles and bones were restored in an instant, the fatigue in the whole body was swept away, and the wounds on the shoulders, ribs and back stopped bleeding and closed up in front of the naked eye.

Not only that.

Muscle tremors and fascia rhythms occur, and several core muscle groups that are difficult to develop even with long-term training begin to be forged and solidified under the influence of the two channels of Qi and blood.

A surge of immense power rose up and spread throughout his body!

He has achieved minor success in martial arts.

Zhu Hong smiled, having the entire incident under his control.

When Jiang Heling and the others arrived and instantly killed Zhang Chengyou, he had already considered that cold corpse as part of his scheme.

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