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Chapter 759 Martial Arts

An Luan was already out of breath, his face was flushed red. He had to experience this kind of pain every day. People are born different. Some people are born to enjoy all happiness, while others have to endure pain from the moment they open their eyes. These are all destined.

His vision began to blur, An Luan's neck twisted slightly, and his hands lost their strength. His daughter's cake was about to fall to the ground, and the delicate pattern and the little princess made of cream would be shattered, just like his own miserable life.

Her fingertips finally loosened their grip, and the cake fell, but it didn't hit the hard ground; Gao Ming caught it steadily.

"Don't touch their things!" Ci Nian's warning came too late. When Gao Ming's fingers touched the cake box, the texture was sticky and wet, not like a cake, but more like torn human skin. But when he looked down, the thing in front of him was indeed a cake.

Resisting the urge to open the restricted area view, Gao Ming sat back down in his original position while holding the cake.

"Kid, don't meddle in other people's business. This guy is no good. If you help him, he might bite you back." Zhang Yan saw that Gao Ming was with a child, so he didn't explode. He let go of An Luan and let him fall to the ground. "If you don't want to get involved, you'd better stay away from this rat."

An Luan was panting heavily on the ground, but the red marks left on his neck were fading rapidly; this guy's body had an extremely strong recovery ability.

“Master gave him the best of everything, but this stinking rat from the slums doesn’t know how to be grateful. He stole Master’s wife’s things, took his junior brother to the forbidden zone, causing the child to go missing, and angered Master, who took the best care of him, so much that he ended up in the hospital.” Zhang Yan’s voice grew clearer and clearer, like a knife scraping against An Luan’s heart.

“I didn’t steal anything. My master told me to get it. Everything was done by my master.”

"Bullshit!" Zhang Yan kicked An Luan in the stomach, causing him to bend over in pain like a roasted shrimp.

But Zhang Yan was still not satisfied and kicked out a second time.

Martial arts practitioners move with lightning speed. Just as Zhang Yan's calf was about to touch An Luan's cheek, An Luan, who had not resisted at all, grabbed Zhang Yan's leg with both hands. His knuckles cracked, and black bloodstains spread under his skin. An Luan's eyes gradually changed, and strange thumping sounds came from his body.

With his calf gripped tightly, Zhang Yan changed from kicking to stomping, pressing one foot down on An Luan's chest: "Ungrateful beast."

After venting his anger, Zhang Yan led the other members of the martial arts school to other carriages, as if even breathing the same air as An Luan made him feel nauseous.

"It seems you've been holding back your strength all along?" Ignoring Ci Nian's attempts to stop him, Gao Ming helped An Luan to a seat. "There seems to be a special power within you. You're clearly stronger than them, so why aren't you fighting back?"

“I…” An Luan rubbed his chest, and after a long while, he managed to choke out a sentence: “They did nothing wrong.”

"That's your fault?"

"No, it's not that." An Luan carefully took the cake, and after a long pause, she slowly spoke: "It's Master's fault."

"What? Shouldn't your master have brought you out of the slums? Shouldn't he have taught you martial arts?" Gao Ming was a little confused.

“No,” An Luan shook his head repeatedly, “My master has given me a second life, but…”

He was clumsy with words and didn't know how to express himself, so he simply spread out his palm in front of Gao Ming. Gao Ming didn't know what An Luan looked like from the perspective of the forbidden zone; from a realistic perspective, the palm looked quite ordinary.

"What are you showing me?"

“My master said that martial arts are divided into six realms. Many people spend their entire lives without ever reaching the first realm, but I am a rare martial arts prodigy.” An Luan exerted a little force, and the bloodstains under his skin spread, turning his skin blackish-red. “My master found me in the slums. At that time, I was beaten half to death by other children because of an empty wallet. To save me, my master made me crawl into a large vat full of red blood and bits of flesh. After a day and a night of tempering, the bloodstains seeped into my body and became one with my skin. My master said that I had entered the first realm of martial arts—the Hundred Refined Copper Skin.”

"Martial arts practitioners train hard day and night, developing thick calluses, and then undergo beatings and medicinal baths. The level that can only be achieved through gradual accumulation of external skills was broken through by me in just one day and one night."

“He took me back to the martial arts school, forbade me to meet anyone, wrapped my whole body in bandages, locked me in a dark room, blindfolded me, and fed me a living, still-moving creature to swallow every day.”

"I don't know what it is. My master forbade me to chew it and I could only swallow it whole. I asked my master about it, and he said it was a highly nutritious substance that came from a forbidden area."

“A month later, strange sounds came from my internal organs, like the roar of a wild beast, or like insects and snakes crawling. My master shouted excitedly that I was alive, finally alive! I was very scared and asked my master what was going on. He said that I had broken through to the second level of martial arts - Qi Condensation Thunder Sound.”

"When the meridians are unblocked, the blood and qi in the body flow like rivers, and when you exert your strength, it will be accompanied by a deep rumbling sound, like muffled thunder."

"That's how my master explained it to me, but I didn't exert any force at all. Those sounds were completely out of my control; they were making noise on their own."

“My master has given me a second chance at life. Although I have a lot of doubts in my heart, I am still willing to follow his arrangements.”

"A month later, my master removed all my bandages, led me out of the dark room, and officially accepted me into the martial arts school. That was the happiest time of my life."

“My fellow disciples took good care of me. Zhang Yan is the eldest brother. Our master was very busy, but he knew I had a weak foundation, so he taught me martial arts step by step, helped me adapt to city life, and told me about all the rules here.”

At this point, An Luan looked at his chest. Zhang Yan had shown no mercy just now; he truly loathed him.

“My diet at the martial arts school was different from that of my fellow students. My master allowed me to enter his secret room, which everyone envied. But I was always on edge every time I went there. There was nothing in the secret room that a normal person would eat. It was all a mixture of flesh and blood and medicine. I felt that the food was not prepared for me, but for something in my body.”

"This continued for a year. My body developed extremely quickly, exceeding the normal growth rate for my age. All my abilities improved in all aspects, but my master never allowed me to fight with others, as if he was worried that someone would see through my disguise."

"That winter, my blood began to change from that of ordinary people. It became thick and hot. Even in the dead of winter, I only needed to wear a single layer of clothing. After my master collected several bottles of my blood, he excitedly told me that I had entered the third level of martial arts - Blood Boiling Mercury."

After hearing An Luan's description, Gao Ming and Ci Nian felt terrified. It seemed that this kid's master was not teaching martial arts, but rather turning An Luan's body into a breeding ground for some kind of monster. An Luan's next words confirmed their guess.

"When my physical training reached its limit, my master stopped feeding me flesh and blood and began to lead me to the edges of various forbidden zones, so that I could experience things that did not exist."

"I didn't know what to do. He gave me a lot of terrifying and bizarre pictures of deformed human figures and told me to visualize them."

(End of this chapter)