From a tuberculosis patient to a martial arts master

Zhu Hong looked at Yuan Lie and suddenly smiled.

The smile was faint, like a puff of white breath on a winter night, easily dissipated, leaving only a bone-chilling cold.

"pity."

His thin lips parted slightly, his tone as fleeting as the wind, yet it inexplicably tightened one's heart.

Yuan Lie frowned, his mind filled with doubts. Before he could ponder the deeper meaning of those two words, he saw Zhu Hong move his right hand.

"Zheng—"

The sound of the blade was clear and sharp, short and sharp like tearing silk.

The blade flashed.

No one could see where the blade came from; a cold glint flashed through the air, faster than any human blade could move.

Yuan Lie's pupils contracted as he felt a gust of wind rushing towards him. He hurriedly raised his scabbard and forcefully blocked the blade's attack on his shoulder.

"Ding!"

The brute force made his arm go numb.

No sooner had Yuan Lie relaxed than he saw the sword on its sheath slide and veer off course, suddenly changing direction.

"puff."

The sound was so faint it was barely audible.

The young martial arts student beside him only felt a white shadow flash by, and a bloody gash suddenly appeared on his neck, so red it was glaring.

misfortune.

Everything was within the reach of lightning and fire.

Everyone in the hall stood frozen, like clay or wooden sculptures, their breathing stopped.

What a quick knife!

It happened so fast that no one could react, so fast that the victim didn't even have time to scream before the blade stopped flashing and blood splattered out.

"you……"

Seeing his trusted subordinate die before his eyes, Yuan Lie's face turned ashen.

He could no longer contain himself and shouted sharply:

"Everyone, make your move!"

Kill him!

Having said that, Yuan Lie gripped his broadsword tightly, flashed the blade, leaped up, and slashed fiercely.

Upon seeing this, the group of thugs behind him shouted in unison.

"Wind Slash!"

The cold stars twinkled.

"The Poison Dragon Probes Its Claws..."

They swarmed forward like wolves and tigers, brandishing knives and clubs, a dark, overwhelming attack that descended upon Zhu Hong.

Zhu Hong neither retreated nor dodged, remaining firmly rooted to the spot.

In his eyes, any martial artist below the Great Perfection of the Flesh Refining Realm was no different from a Muggle, except that they were more durable.

He lightly raised the black blade, without any unnecessary moves, and it moved as he pleased.

"Zheng, pfft."

A cold glint flashed, knocking Yuan Lie away, before he slashed diagonally with a backhand.

A young martial arts student had barely begun his move when he was struck by a knife and fell straight down, unable to withstand even a single blow.

"Keep him occupied!"

Yuan Lie steadied himself and slashed horizontally with his broadsword, lunging forward again. The men behind him seized the opportunity to close in, attacking from all directions and blocking all of Zhu Hong's escape routes.

Zhu Hong glanced at it out of the corner of his eye, and suddenly lowered his body.

Yuan Lie's blade grazed past his collar, the force of the wind causing his clothes to flutter loudly. Seven or eight weapons thrusting from behind him all missed their mark, and a few, unable to stop in time, nearly pierced his own men.

"Watch out for his knife!"

Someone shouted.

Before he could finish speaking, Zhu Hong had already closed in on him.

The black knife flashed in his hand like a streak of light. "Pfft, pfft, pfft." The three men lurched forward and fell to the ground, their blood gushing out and spreading across a large patch.

"ah--!"

A person nearby was terrified and cried out only twice.

He suddenly felt a warmth in his chest. He reached out and touched it, and it was covered in crimson. Looking down, he saw a black blade protruding from his chest.

Sleep well.

Zhu Hong withdrew his knife from behind him and let him fall to the ground.

After several rounds of this, the hall suddenly quieted down, and the flickering candlelight illuminated Yuan Lie's face, making it appear and disappear.

"Where did this monster come from?"

The disdain in his eyes was long gone, replaced only by solemnity and barely concealed fear.

After their brief exchange, he knew that it was wishful thinking to think that he and his group could take down Zhu Hong. This kid's skill level was comparable to his own, and he was even a bit stronger in a fight.

I wonder how he cultivated his martial arts?

Li Hang and Ma Pan were both extremely emotional. Ma Pan's mind was buzzing, and his heart was in turmoil: How...how could he be so powerful?

A scholar should be viewed with new eyes after three days of separation.

Isn't this just something said jokingly? How did it become a truth?

"No……"

Someone mumbled something like they were talking in their sleep, then suddenly yelled at the top of their lungs, "I'm not fighting anymore! I'm not fighting anymore!" Before the words were even out of their mouth, the person threw down the knife in their hand and ran away.

For an instant.

The atmosphere was like cold water being poured into hot oil, instantly ignited.

The usually arrogant and domineering thugs on the pleasure boat were now like mice, throwing all their knives and swords to the ground and scrambling for the door. Some even lost their shoes in the process, not bothering to pick them up, their bare feet treading on the broken tiles, wincing in pain but not even daring to cry out.

Yuan Lie's face darkened.

"stop!"

He roared at the top of his lungs, his eyes bulging like copper bells, "Anyone who dares to run away, I'll skin them alive!" Before he finished speaking, a martial arts performer thrust his sword into the ground and bowed to him.

"Yuan Huchi, the mountains are high and the roads are long."

Until we meet again.

After saying that, he turned and ran, faster than anyone else.

"Han Dabiao, how dare you!"

Yuan Lie was trembling with rage, his face turning a deep purplish-red. He pointed at the retreating figure and cursed, "Now that you're gone, there will be no place for you in Jinyang!"

Han Dabiao acted as if the wind had just passed by his ear, without even turning his head back.

"Only a fool would stay and become meat on the chopping block."

He mustered his strength and sprinted forward, covering seven or eight zhang in a few leaps, with the gate just inches away.

But then he brushed past that plague god.

Zhu Hong moved. He flicked his wrist, and a clear "clang" rang out, followed by a flash of white light.

Han Dabiao is still running.

But after running a few steps, he felt his body become light and he fell forward uncontrollably, as if something had flown off his neck and spun around in the air.

"thump."

The headless corpse swayed and collapsed onto the felt.

Blood immediately splattered onto the red carpet, forming large, dark, inky patches. The fleeing group was pinned to the spot, their eyes fixed on the figure wielding the knife.

"Sir, sir!"

One man's legs buckled, and he knelt down. His crotch was wet, and he pleaded in a trembling voice, "Please, please have mercy and spare my life."

"I will never dare to do it again!"

"Dare not? Dare not what?" Zhu Hong merely raised his eyelids, slowly sweeping his gaze over the group trying to escape. "You don't even know why you're being killed, how could you know you're wrong? It's just..."

"Knowing that I was going to die, so..."

"That's when I got scared."

His eyes were cold, devoid of any fierceness or murderous intent, yet everyone whose gaze swept over him felt a chill run down their spine, as if they had become lambs to the slaughter.

"No, no, I know I was wrong."

Their voices trembled uncontrollably, snot and tears mingled together, filled with fear for survival, as they repeatedly kowtowed and begged for mercy.

"A bunch of idiots!"

Yuan Lie was furious, his face flushed and veins bulging. He pointed at the group of cowardly thugs and roared, "What good is begging for mercy? He has no intention of letting you go. Pick up your weapons now!"

One may teeter between life and death.

Who would listen to the words of "protection" in the past? The instinct to survive had clouded their minds. Some tried to rush to the door, while others cowered and trembled. In any case, they turned a deaf ear to Yuan Lie's reprimands and only cared about how to survive.

……