Chapter 47

There is a huge gap between the Breath Realm and the Martial Way Realm, and almost all martial artists are at the level of "Fist and Intent as One." Yang Ji had been studying the "Fist and Intent as One Diagram" but had made little progress. For him, engaging in combat with a Martial Way Realm martial artist was undoubtedly a great opportunity to understand "Fist and Intent as One."

"Swish!"

Yang Ji raised his saber and charged again. This strike was incredibly sharp, and the originally impenetrable saber technique of Zhao Wu instantly revealed a flaw, allowing Yang Ji to cut through and force him into a panic.

"First move!"

Yang Ji said calmly.

"Damn it!"

Zhao Wu was furious. He could sense that Yang Ji seemed to be treating him as a sparring partner.

"Second move!"

A moment later, Yang Ji slashed again. This move was even sharper and more experienced, targeting a critical flaw that Zhao Wu had to defend.

Zhao Wu's martial arts were clearly superior to Yang Ji's, but this move forced him to switch from offense to defense.

"Coincidence! It must be a coincidence!"

Zhao Wu's mind was in turmoil. Yang Ji's strength was not surprising; a Breath Realm martial artist was no match for a "Martial Artist."

However, each of Yang Ji's moves was like using a small force to move a great weight, and the threat grew increasingly severe. With Zhao Wu's abilities, he could not ignore them. By the time Zhao Wu defended and prepared to counterattack, the annoying venomous snake pet would come over, making it impossible to take advantage of the situation to kill Yang Ji.

Once could be considered a fluke, but twice, three times, could not be explained away so easily.

"Damn it, what is this kid!"

Zhao Wu was terrified.

A terrifying pet, a terrifying insight, and an unparalleled courage—Zhao Wu never expected to encounter such a formidable person in a small city like Jin'an on this mission.

They could accept the third son of the Li family, after all, the intelligence was wrong, and this Li third son was originally more powerful than them, with astonishing insight, and was one of the future heirs of the clan.

But the person in front of him, disguised as "Liu Qi" and tracking him, was clearly less powerful than himself, yet he could not do anything to him!

Three moves, four moves, five moves!...

The opponent's moves became increasingly proficient, making Zhao Wu feel strongly that he was being used as a sparring partner, which was incredibly humiliating.

Bandits who robbed and killed without hesitation, when did they ever become sparring partners for others?

"This bastard! I'll kill you!"

Zhao Wu's eyes glowed with ferocity. His mind was originally focused on the strange snake, but now, he suddenly felt a strong urge to kill this bastard even if it cost him his life.

"Boom!"

The saber in Zhao Wu's hand burst into a fierce light, suddenly becoming more intense. In the darkness, it was like a brilliant firework rising, about to slash towards Yang Ji with man and saber together.

Slap!

Zhao Wu was only thinking about killing Yang Ji, but he didn't expect that a moment's distraction gave Xiao Ji the chance to strike him on the waist, making him stagger.

This tail strike was incredibly heavy, almost breaking Zhao Wu's bones. He even heard the sound of his bones cracking inside his body.

In the fight with the third son of the Li family in the Hundred Herbs Hall, he was already injured, his internal organs damaged by the blood qi. He was only relying on the innate ferocity of a bandit to keep going. If he were hit again, his injuries would worsen.

"Great opportunity!"

Yang Ji's eyes lit up, and without hesitation, he rushed forward, slashing with his saber. With a clang, Zhao Wu's saber immediately flew out of his hand.

Zhao Wu was stunned. His entire cultivation was in his saber. Without it, he was like a lion without claws or a tiger without teeth, his formidable skills reduced by half.

Zhao Wu was already injured, his strength greatly weakened. Now, losing his saber, Yang Ji had no more reservations and simply sheathed his saber, walking towards Zhao Wu.

"His strength should be about the same as mine now."

Yang Ji thought, quickly assessing the strength of his opponent.

As long as these bandits did not have their sabers and their strength was about the same as his, even if their realm was a bit higher, Yang Ji was not afraid. In terms of speed, he was not afraid of them.

"Damn it! You're asking for death!"

Zhao Wu, seeing this, was enraged. He endured his injuries and charged at Yang Ji.

Hiss!

Xiao Ji flicked his tongue, his body coiling to stop Zhao Wu.

"Xiao Ji, it's fine."

Yang Ji said calmly, stopping Xiao Ji.

"Boom!"

Zhao Wu's blood qi surged, and a wave of blood light appeared on his skin. Three feet away from Yang Ji, he suddenly punched with a powerful force, the air around him whistling sharply.

This punch could shatter stones and break bones. If Yang Ji were hit, he would be severely injured.

Bang!

As soon as Zhao Wu attacked, his fist hadn't even touched Yang Ji when it seemed to hit an invisible wall. His vision blurred, and he was immediately thrown back by a heavy force.

"How is this possible!"

Zhao Wu staggered to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood, looking at Yang Ji in disbelief, as if he had seen a ghost.

When did a Breath Realm person become so fast? Faster than a "Martial Artist"!

"Again!"

Yang Ji stood not far away, smiling faintly.

"Clouds have no form, wind has no constant," the clouds drift aimlessly, never as fast as the wind. But "Cloud Hands" do not need to be faster than the wind.

"Boom!"

Zhao Wu, furious, charged again. This time, he saw clearly that Yang Ji's arm flickered, suddenly turning into two, then four, clearly showing four distinct arms, like the legendary Four-Armed Vajra.

"Hiss! How is this possible!"

Seeing this, Zhao Wu felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, his heart cold.

Turning one arm into four was a sign of extreme speed. With his First Level Martial Way cultivation, he could not achieve this, let alone a Breath Realm person.

The only explanation was that the other party was using a powerful martial technique, and it was even more powerful than what he had learned.

At that moment, Zhao Wu heard a series of crisp sounds from his body. His right shoulder felt as if it had been hit by a mountain, breaking countless bones, and all his strength drained away like water from a broken dam. Zhao Wu fell to the ground, limp.

"Who are you?..."

Zhao Wu, lying on the ground, looked at Yang Ji.

"Answer me one question, and I'll tell you who I am."

Yang Ji walked over with a rustling sound.

"Your people from the bandits never come here. Why did you break the tradition this time? Don't tell me it's because the Li clan killed your people."

"Life and death are predestined, wealth and honor are in the hands of heaven." Bandits lived on the edge of life and death, killing and being killed were common. Revenge by coming to Pingchuan County to kill people sounded reasonable, but Yang Ji had a feeling that it was not that simple.

The revived "cult," the distant "bandits," in a short time, two powerful forces appeared in Pingchuan County, making Yang Ji sense an ominous atmosphere.

Zhao Wu, who was already prepared to die, suddenly opened his eyes, as if seeing Yang Ji for the first time. After a while, a strange smile appeared on his lips:

"Interesting, interesting... In such a small place, there is someone with such keen senses. I'm really surprised. If I met you in the bandits, I wouldn't be surprised. But in this remote place... What a waste. — Kid, don't ask too much. Enjoy the rest of your life. Perhaps it won't be long before this place turns into ruins, not just here, but everywhere!"

Yang Ji thought for a moment and did not press further. The other party's status was clearly not high, and he had already revealed a lot.

"Since that's the case, I'll keep my promise."

Yang Ji said, removing the black face mask.

Seeing the young face under the black mask, Zhao Wu was momentarily stunned: "So young, so young..."

"Can you tell me your identity?"

Zhao Wu looked at Yang Ji.

Yang Ji hesitated for a moment, finally nodded, and whispered a few words.

"Yang Ji? You're actually a clan disciple! The small clan of Pingchuan Yang actually has a disciple like you!..."

At this moment, Zhao Wu's shock was even greater than when he was defeated by Yang Ji.

Yang Ji's courage, insight, and keen senses made him think he was a disciple from a powerful family or a noble house. Zhao Wu never expected that Yang Ji was just a disciple of a small clan.

"Last question, was that a code phrase? What is the correct answer?"

Yang Ji asked.

Zhao Wu ultimately died. After getting the correct answer, Yang Ji shattered his heart meridian with a palm strike.

Yang Ji had no pity for such bandit thugs. Bandits killed and robbed without hesitation, and their hands were stained with countless lives. Dying in a foreign place was their fate.

Bandits, who killed and robbed, were extremely wealthy and suspicious. They did not easily store their wealth elsewhere, always carrying it with them.

Yang Ji searched and found more than a dozen silver bills on the two of them, totaling over a hundred taels. In addition, he found a diagram on Zhao Wu, with a line of small characters written in regular script at the edge:

"Sixth Chief rewards Zhao Wu with the Taihe Demon Tiger Fist manual, strive hard."

"A fist manual, this is a Martial Way Realm fist manual!"

Seeing the diagram, Yang Ji was overjoyed.

"I've been worrying about what to use to gain new training methods after reaching the Martial Way Realm, but it turns out to be here."

Yang Ji thought to himself.

Although he had the "Fist and Intent as One Diagram," he still lacked a cultivation method for the Martial Way Realm.

The Martial Way Realm is divided into "Martial Way" and "Martial Techniques." Martial arts are used for training and increasing strength, while martial techniques are methods to apply that strength.

Although Yang Ji had obtained the "Cloud Hands" martial technique, he had not yet found a cultivation method for "martial arts." He never expected it to be on these bandits.

Yang Ji flipped through the diagram and saw that the fist technique was powerful and grand, with a broad and open style, truly reflecting the strong bandit style!

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