The Dominance of Martial Arts: Starting from the Tiger Roaring Golden Bell

Chapter 184: Talking between fists and feet, winning and losing determine right and wrong

The sun's rays shine through the hollow holes in the sea of ​​clouds and illuminate an open space.

The heavy rain curtains connecting the sky and the earth surrounded this huge circular open space.

On the open space, Chang Anhe took off his dark mask and his facial features returned to their original places.

He handed the mask to Qin Zhiming and glanced at Hong Jinlu who was sitting cross-legged not far away.

“The recovery speed of a marrow-training warrior is extremely fast. I’m afraid he has already recovered part of the injury we just caused him.

I have just used up the foul air in this mask that pollutes the divine power.

From now on, you can only deal with him by yourself, can you do it? "

Qin Zhiming took the mask and grinned:
"It has to be done no matter what, Boss Chang, what's that matter?"

"Don't worry, we're on the way."

Qin Zhiming nodded, picked up the black mask with both hands and put it on his head.

In an instant, the handsome face disappeared, replaced by countless tongues and sharp teeth.

boom! boom! boom!
Qin Zhiming raised his right foot and stomped the ground three times.

Swish! A big hole appeared in the ground, and black water composed of rats gushed out. They came in front of Qin Zhiming with a milky white heavy knife.

Qin Zhiming took the heavy knife and carried it on his shoulder.

Rather than being a knife, it is more like a large piece of jade knocked off the White Jade Mountain.

Broad, heavy, and huge.

The thick back of the knife is basically parallel to the sharp blade, and the tip of the knife is sloped.

Glancing at the black water that was flowing back and filling the holes, Tan'er looked into the distance.

"Let's start when the people arrive."

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Outer city area, on the long street.

Crying, screaming, and cursing followed one after another.

At first most people just cried and walked quickly, but now they are howling and running as fast as they can.

They were cursing in words they couldn't even understand, breathing heavily, and staggering forward.

What caused all this was the black water behind them, which was like a raging flood and consisted of countless rats.

The black water poured down, greedily chasing the fleeing crowd in front.

Most of the people hiding in the city would be forced out of their hiding places by the squeaking rats that climbed up their bodies and merge into the fleeing crowd.

Only a few martial arts schools or mansions with their doors tightly closed survived.

Seeing this, some people wanted to hide inside, but before they could even knock on the door, they were driven back into the crowd by a swarm of rats that came from nowhere.

The speed of the black water's rushing was strange; it would always slow down at critical moments, giving the exhausted people a glimmer of hope.

It made them move their trembling legs again and continue to stagger and run.

Soon, someone spotted them running towards Jingtao Pier.

More and more people became aware of this and attributed the countless swarms of rats and explosions in the inner city to the monster.

I don’t know how long it took, but the people who were running with lifeless eyes arrived at Jingtao Wharf.

They stared in amazement at the bright open space before them, illuminated by the sun.

The original Jingtao Pier is now gone, covered by ruins and lakes.

On the open space, a strange monster with a black face and a white body was carrying a huge heavy sword.

Opposite him was Hong Jinlu, whose clothes were torn, revealing his muscular arms and legs.

Qin Zhiming glanced at the incoming crowd.

Countless mouths on the face let out a shrill scream together.

The black water that forced people to move forward suddenly flowed back and disappeared.

"Chang Anhe, what do you want to do by forcing so many people here?"

Hong Jinlu shouted angrily.

Qin Zhiming spoke, his voice hoarse and sharp.

"I want the entire county to see with their own eyes how you, the Dragon King, died." "Don't panic, everyone! Just stand in the rain, and the monsters can't hurt you."

When people heard these words, their nervous mood gradually relaxed.

The next moment, under the gaze of everyone, Qin Zhiming moved.

He charged forward, like a weightless piece of paper, and floated in front of Hong Jinlu.

The huge sword in his hand was raised high, like a collapsing mountain, and he chopped it down fiercely.

Hong Jinlu did not dodge or evade. He suddenly put his palms together, trying to grab the blade with his bare hands.

The giant sword changed from chopping downward to slashing horizontally, and the energy within the blade surged, transforming into a slightly white, translucent tiger head, biting towards the enemy's arms and neck.

Hong Jinlu bent down and leaned back, his spirit overlapping with his right leg, and the dragon's tail swung out, hitting Qin Zhiming's abdomen.

Qin Zhiming raised his knee and charged forward, his left leg being wrapped by the outstretched flamingo's wings.

boom! ! !
The sharp red beak collided with the blue-scaled dragon tail, and the dissipated force pushed the airflow, forming a shock wave that swept around.

The shock wave rushed towards the rain curtain, as if it had hit an indestructible barrier and dissipated directly.

In the rain, people subconsciously squatted and dodged, realizing that what the Dragon King said was true, and the monsters really could not hurt them.

Then, people began to cheer for the Dragon King and curse the monster.

But what is the truth? They know nothing.

When people are first born, they are full of curiosity, eager for the unknown, and want to try all kinds of things.

However, what awaits them are clear rules of right and wrong and carefully woven lies.

Over time, desire and curiosity were eroded bit by bit.

Rules carve past fantasies into tomorrow's life, and lies mold fantastic ideas into unchanging thoughts.

Whether it was the common people, warriors, gang members, or officials, they all lived in the palm of Master Peng's hand.

When the time is right, they will be thrown into the mouth and turned into food for immortality.

Perhaps among these people, those who are uninformed and thoughtful will realize that there is something wrong with what is happening in Chaolan County.

But does he dare to say it?
He could only silently obey the neighbors around him and unwillingly become food.

It is precisely because of this that Qin Zhiming ignores the countless insults from people around him.

He was no different from them, they were all part of the plan to become immortal.

As an insider, he was unable to tell the truth to everyone in the county town.

Telling the truth means that the people will no longer believe in the Bishuixian, and it will no longer be their food.

By then, Bishuixian will definitely choose to destroy the city.

Even if he didn't take action, the local government and the government would not tolerate people who knew the truth to survive.

People who are informed but not controlled are the source of pollution.

They would contaminate food from other parts of Daqian and destroy things needed by the people and the government.

As for the cost of killing everyone in Chaolan County, it would only take decades to rebuild a county city that provided food and allow Master Peng to become an immortal again.

Therefore, Qin Zhiming could only threaten Master Peng with the threat of becoming an immortal and put forward demands that he could accept within his bottom line.

That is to create an opportunity for him to fight to the death with Hong Jinlu and avenge his master.

Thousands of thoughts flashed through his mind. Qin Zhiming took a step back due to the collision, and countless mouths turned up on his face:

“Talk between fists and kicks, and victory or defeat determines right and wrong.

Only now do I understand the true meaning of this sentence.

Only power is the key to everything."

As soon as he finished speaking, he changed from holding the knife with one hand to holding it with both hands.

The body of the little giant changed back to its original shape, and at the same time the surging internal energy on the surface of the body also penetrated into the body.

Hong Jinlu frowned and felt uneasy.

This feeling is like confronting a martial artist who has practiced martial arts.

"Today, we will not only determine who is superior, but also decide life and death."

After Qin Zhiming finished speaking, he swung his sword and rushed forward.

Thank you for the river god’s inspection. I want a monthly ticket of 100 yuan if I change my name. Thank you.

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(End of this chapter)