#120 - The martial arts fanatic who is famous throughout the city! - You don’t want god-level superpowers, so you choose the worst talent?

Chapter 122: The City-Shaking Martial Arts Maniac!

Inside a small martial arts gym.

Three young disciples, finding their master absent, gathered together for a secret discussion.

"Brother Ma, what level has your Bagua Palm reached?"

"Just achieved Great Accomplishment."

"Great Accomplishment? Hiss! Does that mean your cultivation has reached Bone Forging?"

"My attribute points have converted into over a thousand spirit energy points. Isn't it normal to have such a level?"

"...Brother Ma is mighty!"

"Stop with the nonsense. Next, proceed according to the plan. I'll go challenge those ordinary martial artists, and you guys take care of logistics. Quickly help me reach the Ming Jin realm so I can challenge the special martial artists! I don't want to be beaten to the punch when it comes to the special martial artists in the city."

"Alright! Brother Ma, you say the word, and we'll listen to you."

"Good. Once the old guy returns, we'll make it clear that we're leaving the martial arts gym."

Judging from the content of their conversation, it was clear that they were transcendents!

Moreover, being able to upgrade a martial art to Great Accomplishment and simultaneously upgrade their cultivation to the Bone Forging realm from the start indicated that the leader among the three was quite strong.

The reality was indeed so.

The one surnamed Ma was from Jing University, named Ma Jun, a Magma Fruit ability user.

If Song Haitang hadn't suddenly appeared and stolen all the limelight, he would have been the number one freshman in the country.

As for the 'old guy' they were talking about, it was naturally the master of the martial arts gym.

Their Bagua Palm came from their master.

Speaking of which, Ma Jun and the others were quite lucky. After entering the Spirit Realm, they directly possessed the bodies of martial arts gym disciples, making martial arts manuals readily available.

At this moment, Ma Jun said, "What's going on with that guy Li Bin? It's been a day, why hasn't he come to find us yet?"

Their team had a total of four people. Besides the three who had entered the martial arts gym, there was another teammate who had yet to appear.

"Maybe something held him up?" a teammate beside him said.

Ma Jun thought for a moment and said, "After leaving the martial arts gym, Cao Wenze, go check on Li Bin."

"Okay, Brother Ma."

Just then.

Another teammate reminded, "Brother Ma, the old guy is here."

Ma Jun turned his head and saw their 'master' walking over furiously.

"The three of you, instead of practicing martial arts properly, what are you doing gathering here?"

Their master was an old martial artist in his fifties or sixties, very thin, with a somewhat sharp and mean appearance.

Being reprimanded right away, Ma Jun's face darkened.

Even the teachers at school didn't dare to treat him with such an attitude.

Just as Ma Jun was about to retort, the master waved his hand and said, "Forget it, forget it. You guys quickly pack your things and get out of here. Do whatever you want afterwards!"

These words.

Instead, left Ma Jun and the others dumbfounded.

The three of them did plan to leave the martial arts gym, but they didn't expect it to be in this way...

Cao Wenze immediately asked, "Master, what's wrong with us? Why are you suddenly chasing us away?"

The master originally didn't want to explain, but he was afraid that these disciples would ask him for a refund of their tuition fees, so he thought about it and still explained:

"Recently, a martial arts maniac, a madman, has appeared in the city! He's challenging people to martial arts duels everywhere, and he doesn't hold back at all. I heard that even the leader of the Sand River Gang died at this person's hands..."

"I'm old, teaching people martial arts is fine, but fighting is definitely not. So, I plan to close the gym for a few days to avoid the storm."

"If you want to continue practicing martial arts with me, you can come back after the storm has passed."

Hearing these words.

The three of them were immediately shocked.

At this point in time, the appearance of someone challenging martial artists everywhere, they were almost certain that it was one of their own.

Ma Jun immediately asked, "Master, who is the one challenging the gyms?"

The master thought for a moment and said, "I heard it's a young man, skilled in Iron Shirt and Iron Sand Palm, very powerful!"

"Which martial artists has he challenged?"

"I heard there's the leader of the Sand River Gang, Yan Zhendong of the Yan Family Martial Arts Gym, and also Master Chen of the Chen Style Wing Chun Gym...all are prominent figures in the city!"

"How is that possible?"

Ma Jun couldn't help but exclaim.

Seeing this, the master smiled coldly and said, "Little Ma, just because you can't do it doesn't mean others can't...Alright, that's all I'll say, you guys quickly pack your things and leave!"

Leaving these words behind, the master ignored the three disciples and walked towards the house.

...

"Brother Ma, who do you think the person the old guy just mentioned is...?" Cao Wenze asked.

At this moment, Ma Jun's face was very ugly.

Yan Zhendong, this special martial artist, was one of his primary targets, but someone else had beaten him to the punch, naturally making him extremely unhappy.

Hearing his companion's inquiry, he said without thinking, "It must be Song Haitang! Only her attribute points can allow her to quickly become a Ming Jin expert!!"

Ma Jun had obtained a total of more than 700 spirit energy points in the first three layers of the Spirit Realm. Adding the increase from four months of training, his total attributes had just barely exceeded a thousand.

And Song Haitang had obtained 1100 spirit energy points just from the first three layers of the Spirit Realm.

If the increase from training was included, her total attributes were probably reaching 1400 points.

Therefore, Ma Jun believed that only Song Haitang could increase her strength so rapidly in such a short period of time and defeat a special martial artist like Yan Zhendong.

"That's not right, is it?"

Cao Wenze analyzed, "Even if Song Haitang is fully calculated, her current total attribute points are only around 1400 points. Using them to improve her cultivation is indeed enough to reach the Ming Jin realm, but Yan Zhendong is a peak Ming Jin expert, and he also possesses Great Accomplishment level Iron Shirt and Eagle Claw Technique. How could Song Haitang defeat him now?"

Ma Jun thought for a moment and said, "There's another possibility. The teacher said that some people are extremely lucky. After entering the Spirit Realm, they will descend upon the bodies of disciples from martial arts families. Maybe Song Haitang is like that."

"These martial arts family disciples, although their cultivation is insufficient, their understanding of their family's martial arts far exceeds ordinary people. Possessing their bodies and improving their family's martial arts only requires half the spirit energy points."

Although the situation Ma Jun described was very rare.

It had indeed happened before.

Cao Wenze and the other teammate could only nod upon hearing this.

What Ma Jun said was indeed the most reasonable explanation.

As for Song Haitang being a woman, and the challenger in the master's words was obviously a man, why didn't they find it strange?

This was because the teacher had said that entering the Soul Spirit Realm had a certain probability of possessing indigenous people of different genders.

"Brother Ma, what should we do now?" Cao Wenze asked.

Ma Jun gritted his teeth and said, "Speed up the plan, let my strength improve, and then go challenge Master Huang of Baozhilin."

Master Huang of Baozhilin was the most famous martial artist in the city and also the martial artist with the most points in the city.

The first person to successfully challenge him can obtain thousands of martial arts duel points!

Ma Jun definitely didn't want to miss out on such a 'fortune'.

Even if 'Song Haitang' was now far ahead of him, he wouldn't give up easily.

...

On the other side.

In the courtyard of a residential house, seven or eight men lay scattered on the ground.

Each of them bore shocking palm prints, clearly killed by a master with a single blow.

At this moment, that master was standing on the only survivor, looking down and asking.

"Who sent you here?"

The survivor was quite tough; although he kept spitting blood and enduring immense pain, he didn't utter a word.

Seeing this, Zhao Zheng immediately said, "Even if you don't speak, I know. The only person who wants me dead at this time is probably the Song family. Are you the Song family's trained assassins?"

Upon hearing this, the man's expression changed.

However, he still didn't open his mouth.

"I ask you, how is Song Yunxuan now?" Zhao Zheng asked.

Hearing this question, the man finally reacted.

"Bah! You think you can get close to our young lady? Our master will definitely kill you!"

Zhao Zheng nodded.

From this sentence, he could deduce that Song Haitang was currently fine.

The Song family sent people to kill him to prevent him from contacting Song Haitang again, lest unfavorable rumors spread and affect the reputation of the Song family's eldest daughter.

For the Song family.

Damage to reputation is a small matter.

The big issue is affecting the marriage between the Song family and the Governor!

"Crack!"

Zhao Zheng stomped the man to death and swaggered out of the courtyard.

As for whether the corpses in the courtyard, if not disposed of, would be discovered by the government?

He wasn't worried at all.

Anyway, tonight, he would leave this city and head to the next destination.

Besides.

Under the invasion of foreigners, the current imperial court is very weak.

Especially in port cities like this, the imperial court's control is very small; the death of a few people won't cause any significant waves.

… …

A moment later.

Zhao Zheng arrived at the entrance of Baozhilin.

Baozhilin was more lively than he had imagined, with many people coming here for medical treatment.

Come to think of it, Baozhilin was originally a clinic, not a martial arts school.

Master Huang only took in a few disciples and didn't specifically open a martial arts school.

No one was guarding the entrance of Baozhilin; the gate was wide open, and anyone could enter.

Zhao Zheng was just about to enter when a rough voice suddenly came from behind him.

"Make way, make way."

Zhao Zheng turned around and saw a large, fat man carrying a pig's head and two pig hind legs, using a carrying pole.

He made way, letting the fat man go in first.

The fat man entered the courtyard and opened his loud voice, shouting, "Master, Master, I'm here."

Hearing the commotion, two men came out of the house, their eyes lighting up when they saw the big, fat man.

"Arong, you're here! Master is currently seeing a patient; wait a moment."

Another man noticed the things the fat man brought: "Wow! We're having meat tonight!"

The three of them waited in the courtyard.

Before long.

Several patients walked out of the house.

Also coming out was a middle-aged man.

This man wore a gray-white robe, with a slender figure and a refined demeanor.

Most importantly, the other party's features were well-defined, with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, clearly a natural protagonist's face.

"Master!"

Seeing this refined man, the fat man immediately shouted.

"Arong is here!" Master Huang also revealed a smile, saying, "It's almost noon; stay and have a meal before you leave."

"Master," the man beside him said, "Arong brought a pig's head and pig legs."

Hearing this, Master Huang immediately blamed him, "Arong, didn't I tell you not to bring them anymore? I don't lack food here."

The fat man smiled honestly: "Master, as a disciple, it's my duty to show respect to you. Besides, those things are what I had left over from selling this morning; they're not worth much money. I brought them for Master and Mistress to nourish their bodies."

Master Huang nodded, but still instructed, "This time is an exception; don't bring them again next time, understand?"

"Understood, Master," the fat man chuckled.

Only then.

Master Huang noticed Zhao Zheng, standing at the entrance.

"This young brother, is there something you need?"

"Hello, Master Huang."

Zhao Zheng cupped his hands and said, "I've heard that Master Huang is the chief instructor of the local militia, skilled in both fists and feet, and the Tiger Crane Double Form Fist is famous throughout Guangdong. I am also a martial artist, and I've come here to seek guidance."

He didn't say he was here to challenge the school.

Because saying so would likely be rejected.

Master Huang runs a clinic, not a martial arts school, and doesn't need to accept the rules of the martial world.

Hearing that Zhao Zheng was here to cause trouble, Master Huang frowned.

His disciples' expressions changed even more.

One of them said, "Boy, you're still young, and you're already learning to fight? Have you even mastered your kung fu?"

Zhao Zheng smiled and said, "Whether I've mastered it or not, you can try it."

Hearing this, that person immediately said, "Good boy, let me, Ghost Foot Liu, test your weight!"

Master Huang originally wanted to politely decline Zhao Zheng.

However, his disciple had already said so, and he was someone who cared about other people's feelings, so he had to give his disciple some face and let him do as he pleased.

"Stop when you've made your point, don't hurt anyone!"

Before clearing the space, Master Huang instructed his disciple.

Hearing this, Ghost Foot Liu immediately smiled and said, "Don't worry, Master, at most, I'll let this kid suffer a bit, just to let him know not to be so ignorant."

Zhao Zheng smiled and didn't speak.

He didn't mind sparring with this Ghost Foot Liu.

Although Ghost Foot Liu doesn't belong to the special martial artist category, he is also a peak Ming Jin level expert, who should be able to contribute a lot of martial arts points.

Soon.

The two stood still in the courtyard.

Master Huang and his other disciples stood aside to watch the show.

"Boy, don't say I'm bullying you; you attack first! Otherwise, when I attack, you won't even have a chance to make a move."

Ghost Foot Liu said arrogantly.

He indeed had the capital to be arrogant.

In the city, the only one who could steadily win against him was Master Huang.

Even the kung fu he currently possessed was his own, without learning anything from Master Huang.

Zhao Zheng was so young, naturally, he wouldn't be taken seriously by him.

"Alright!"

Zhao Zheng agreed.

As soon as the words fell.