From a tuberculosis patient to a martial arts master

"That's enough for the warm-up."

It's time to settle accounts.

Zhu Hong clenched his fists, his strength as solid as a rock.

Compared to martial arts actors, he achieved great success.

"What happened?"

Jiang Heling slapped his palm in front of him, but Zhu Hong suddenly flipped over and leaped up. The palm grazed past his clothes without even touching him.

His heart skipped a beat, and he cried out, "You, you're alright!"

Zhao Biao swung his ghost-head saber and slashed down, but Zhu Hong neither dodged nor avoided, instead sweeping his own saber horizontally in the backhand.

"clang--!"

A deafening roar.

The force of the slash was terrifying, sending Zhao Biao flying more than ten feet away, sword and all. The martial artist wielding a spear thrust forward, but Zhu Hong reached out with his left hand, grabbed the spear shaft, and twisted it sharply into his chest. The martial artist felt his hand split open, the pain excruciating, and the spear shaft slipped from his grasp instantly.

"you--"

Seeing that the situation was not good, another martial arts performer raised his knife and slashed down.

Zhu Hong dodged to the side and then punched him in the chest with a powerful blow. The punch sent the man flying like a kite with a broken string. He coughed up blood in mid-air and died when he hit the ground.

In the blink of an eye, the situation reversed.

Jiang Heling and the others looked at Zhu Hong with disbelief, as if they had seen a ghost.

"What...what happened to him?"

The weaker martial arts students' voices trembled, and their faces were completely drained of color.

How could someone who was just teetering on the brink of collapse suddenly become a completely different person? Those few cuts and punches showed no signs of exhaustion; they were clearly several times more powerful than when they first clashed.

"No, that's impossible!"

Zhao Biao's hand, gripping the ghost-head knife, trembled uncontrollably. "He was clearly already at his last gasp."

Jiang Heling's pupils contracted sharply, and a thought flashed through his mind like lightning: "Concealing one's talents..." He knew inwardly that something was wrong.

"This kid has been hiding his true abilities from the very beginning."

"Watch out!" he shouted sharply, "This kid is hiding—"

Before he could finish speaking, Zhu Hong had already leaped forward.

Swift as lightning, fierce as a hungry tiger.

The weaker, newly-minted martial arts students were the first to be hit. Before they could react, a fist the size of a bowl suddenly appeared before their eyes.

"Bang!"

Several heavy punches landed squarely on his face, shattering his skull and killing him instantly.

This?

We cannot fight them head-on any longer!

Zhao Biao was terrified, feeling that Zhu Hong was even more terrifying than Jiang Heling. He turned around and tried to run for his life, but after only two steps, he felt a cold wind suddenly rise behind him.

"puff."

A cold light flashed.

The head rolled to the ground, and blood splattered everywhere.

Zhao Biao's headless body swayed twice before collapsing with a thud. In the blink of an eye, several lives were lost.

Only Jiang Heling and Jiang Chengzhi, who was slumped on the ground, remained.

"you……"

Upon seeing this, Jiang Heling's heart skipped a beat, but he was unwilling to show any weakness.

He placed his palms horizontally in front of his chest, assumed a starting stance, and said in a deep voice:

"Kid!"

I acknowledge that you have some skill.

But if I'm determined to leave, even if you had three heads and six arms, you couldn't stop me. Don't forget," he changed his tone, revealing his trump card:

"I am a member of the Jiang family."

Are you really going to completely offend the Jiang family?

As he spoke, he secretly activated his lightness skill, his eyes darting around, searching for an escape route. He was originally a master martial artist, and although his leaping and agility weren't top-notch, he had still practiced a movement technique. He was confident: "As long as I escape, this brat shouldn't be able to stop me."

Zhu Hong merely scoffed coldly and didn't reply.

If he was afraid of the Jiang family, why would he bother to take action? He could have just killed Zhang Chengyou and fled.

Now that they've taken action, how could they not eliminate the root of the problem?

He slowly clenched his fists, and an unprecedented surge of immense power surged through his body.

"Then let's test the Tiger Crouching Fist on him, the second move."

This move requires immense strength and is difficult to execute without a high level of physical prowess.

At this point, he had already reached the minor completion stage, his body was full of qi and blood, and his muscles were solid, which meant he had reached that stage.

"You've got the guts..."

Zhu Hong suddenly looked up at Jiang Heling, grinned, and said, "You try walking me."

Jiang Heling's expression changed instantly; how could he dare to delay any longer?

He suddenly pushed off with his feet, his body leaping backward, creating a gust of cold wind. He was as fast as a bird flying into the forest, and in the blink of an eye, he had covered more than 30 feet.

But while he was fast, Zhu Hong was even faster.

"Black, heartless!"

Jiang Heling felt a blur before his eyes, and a chilling killing intent swept over him.

"How...how is this possible?"

He was so terrified that his soul almost left his body. He hurriedly turned around, only to see that Zhu Hong had already closed in on him. An iron fist twisted out from his waist and struck out like a black tiger leaping out of a bottomless abyss, accompanied by a roar that shook the mountains and the earth, heading straight for his heart.

That punch was incredibly fast.

It was so fast that he didn't even have time to extend his palms before the fist landed solidly on his chest.

"Bang!"

Jiang Heling's hands were still raised in mid-air, but he was frozen in place. He slowly lowered his head and saw that his chest had collapsed into a gaping hole.

"You, you really..."

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but only coughed up a mouthful of bloody froth. His body swayed twice, then fell straight backward, his eyes wide open.

He never understood it until his death:

Why did I die on a minor mission?

Jiang Heling's life should still have a bright future ahead of him.

……

the other side.

Seeing Zhu Hong chasing after Jiang Heling, Jiang Chengzhi was overjoyed, thinking he had found a way to survive. He hurriedly struggled to his feet, not caring about his appearance, and scrambled down the mountain along the way he had come.

Like a stray dog, its parents were missing two legs.

We cannot ride the clouds.

God help us,

God bless!

"Don't let that evil spirit catch up with us..."

He ran along, muttering to himself the whole time.

But he had only run a hundred or so steps, and before his feet even touched the ground, he heard a soft "whoosh" as a pebble flew through the air and struck him squarely in the back of his left knee.

"Snap!"

With a crisp crack, the leg bone shattered on the spot.

Jiang Chengzhi screamed and fell to the ground, his mouth full of mud and snow, and two of his front teeth were knocked out.

He couldn't care less about the slush in his mouth and tried to crawl forward using both hands and feet, but as soon as he moved, another pebble came whistling through the air and hit him right in the back of his right knee.

"ah!

"Father, Mother...!"

Jiang Chengzhi's legs were bent at an odd angle.

He lay on the ground, tears streaming down his face from the pain, wailing incessantly, calling out "Dad!" and "Mom!" He was no longer the young master of Zhenyuan Martial Arts School.

It looks like a dog with a broken leg.

Just as she was wailing, she suddenly heard steady footsteps approaching from afar.

Each step he took felt like stepping on Jiang Chengzhi's heart. He trembled violently and slowly looked up to see Zhu Hong holding Jiang Heling's corpse, standing in front of him, looking down at him with eyes as cold as blades, as if he were looking at an ant waiting to die.

[Taken by: Jiang Heling (Master of the Flesh Refining Realm)]

Acquired: Three Gu Qi and Blood.

A surge of warm energy flowed in, causing all the muscles in my body to tremble. One core muscle group had been sufficiently strengthened, and my strength increased by more than 20 pounds.

With the power of three stones, it was completely stabilized.

He casually tossed Jiang Heling's body to the ground, a chilling smile playing on his lips, and said, "Why are you running?" His voice wasn't loud, but every word was piercing, seeping into the very bones of the person he spoke to.

"The show isn't over yet."