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

Chapter 333: Suppressing the Turmoil and Shaking the World

Between the tents, the three Hao warriors had no expression on their faces as they witnessed their companions in the midst of life and death.

The Hao warrior who restrained the young woman immediately grabbed her hair and forced her to look up at Qin Zhiming.

"Let go! Or I'll kill her right now."

Qin Zhiming sneered as his right claw sank into the soldier's chest.

"Okay."

Swish!
Qin Zhiming turned his waist and swung his arms, throwing the soldier in his hand towards the soldier who was speaking.

The soldier grabbed the young woman without hesitation, stepped back a few steps, and let his companion roll several times before dying at his feet.

This made the young woman, who thought the warrior would let go and she would have a chance to calm her mind and activate her talent, gnashed her teeth in anger.

At the same time, the two Hao warriors who surrounded Qin Zhiming shot out like two arrows the moment Qin Zhiming made his move.

One of them grasped the iron spear tightly and stabbed it at the neck.

One of them swung an iron axe and chopped at the waist.

Qin Zhiming did not dodge or evade. He clenched his right fist and struck the sharp tip of the spear. He clasped the five fingers of his left hand and chopped at the sharp axe blade from top to bottom.

Fist spear! Palm knife!

Bang!
The tip of the spear collided with the tip of the fist and exploded.

Stab it!

The axe blade hit the palm and broke into two pieces.

The spear-wielding warriors were scratched by the flying fragments produced by the explosion of the spear heads, and their bodies were covered with bloody marks.

With blood flowing from his palm, he forcibly grasped the spear handle in his hand, which was trembling continuously due to the powerful force, and stabbed out again.

The axe-wielding warrior did the same, swinging his broken axe diagonally, trying to cut open Qin Zhiming's abdomen.

Qin Zhiming frowned. A large number of footsteps were approaching here, and he had to fight quickly and decisively.

Double palm knife!

Put the five fingers of both hands together, turn the body, swing the arms, and a circle formed by the indentations will appear under the feet.

call!
Looking at the violent storm and bloody rain blowing in their faces, the Hao clan's elite members changed their expressions and quickened their pace at the same time.

After a while, the elite members of the Hao clan saw a devastated battlefield.

In the center of the battlefield, there is a circle formed by a dent.

Outside the circle, there were broken limbs and arms everywhere.

Near the piece of meat soaked in blood, there were many fragments of weapons.

The tents around were dyed red with blood, looking like a series of thrilling ink paintings.

The leading warrior retracted his gaze:
"Scatter! Search! If there is anyone with blood in the tent, arrest him immediately!

Rebels! Kill without mercy! "

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In the tent, Cao'er stared at the curtain intently.

Swish!
The moment the curtain was lifted, he suddenly punched out.

Fist spear!

boom!
The fist was caught by the palm.

"Good. Exhale faster next time so that your punch can be heavier."

Qin Zhiming walked straight to the fire pit and reached his hand into the clay pot filled with boiling water which was placed over the flames.

Not long after, a Hao warrior broke into the tent.

Qin Zhiming, who was sitting on the ground, glanced at him and handed over the ceramic bowl that he had just filled with broth.

"Drink?"

The soldier looked around and saw nothing unusual.

Looking at Qin Zhiming and the slave kneeling on the ground in the corner, there was not a trace of blood on them.

"Sorry, the Hao clan is arresting the traitor. Please let this slave stay here for now."

Qin Zhiming took a sip of the broth and smacked his lips.

"What if a villain comes in?"

"If any traitor comes in, kill him without mercy."

"it is good."

After the soldier left, Cao'er, who was looking at Qin Zhiming, took a deep breath, walked up to Qin Zhiming on his knees and kowtowed to him:
"Master, please give me a name. I don't want to be as lowly as grass. I want to be a human being, a person with a name and surname."

Qin Zhiming was a little surprised when he heard this and turned to look at him:
"Why do you suddenly have this idea?"

“Last night, some slaves made mistakes. They violated the rules and served as a tool for the tent to communicate with the outside world.

Those people ordered us to eat them, and this was the first time I didn't want to obey those people's orders.

I feel that I am a human being, and those people are also human beings. Why do those people treat us like this?
Master, you said that we are the real people, and those people are just livestock raised by the gods.

In this case, a real person cannot be nameless, so I would like to ask Master to give me a name."

Qin Zhiming said nothing, staring at the flames in the fire pit, with fire flickering in his eyes.

After a while, he said a name: "Wu Yunsheng."

"Wu is your last name, Yunsheng is your first name."

"Wu Yunsheng? Wu Yunsheng. Wu Yunsheng!"

The more Cao'er read, the more excited he became, and he laughed heartily.

If he hadn't been afraid of being heard by the people outside the tent, he would have shouted loudly.

“Yes, this name has my own selfish reasons. I hope you can bring “martial arts” to all living beings.

If you don’t like it, I can pick another one.”

Boom!
Cao'er knocked hard against the stone slab, making a dull sound:
"Thank you Master for the name!"

"Get up, Yunsheng."

After Wu Yunsheng stood up, Qin Zhiming motioned him to sit next to him.

After handing him the broth, Qin Zhiming scanned his body.

"Although my blood can quickly enhance your physical strength, there is a problem."

"what is the problem?"

Wu Yunsheng asked after drinking the broth in one gulp.

“The strong influence others, the weak are assimilated by others.

Your body is too weak and my blood is too strong. It will assimilate you and make you more and more like me.

This change is irreversible, and you now have two choices.

Continue to receive my blood, or simply increase your strength by eating.

The former can make you stronger quickly in a short period of time, while the latter will take several years for you to master the power to change your destiny."

"I choose the former." Wu Yunsheng said without hesitation.

Before he met Qin Zhiming, he had never thought about living and was just barely existing every day.

His greatest wish was to die with a full stomach.

However, everything changed after meeting Qin Zhiming.

He wanted to survive, to always be well fed, and to keep his companions well fed.

He wanted to see how far he could go with this power.
Master once said: "He who is not your biological father, but teaches and imparts knowledge like a biological father, should be called a master."

So, if I accept the Master's blood and become more like the Master, would that be the same as being the Master's biological son?

In this way, the relationship between oneself and the master whom one worships will become closer.

Thinking of this, Wu Yunsheng said firmly:

"Master, please continue to give me blood! I am willing to bear all the consequences!"

Qin Zhiming cut his wrist directly and let the blood flow into the ceramic bowl.

While Wu Yunsheng was drinking blood, he said:
“You can’t change everything by your own strength.

You need to win over the people around you, pool everyone's strength, and together make things happen.

You can rely on my blood to quickly increase your strength, and others can consider ferocious beasts or medicinal herbs.

Although these two things are not as good as my blood, they can also make you stronger.

However, if you want to change the world, strength is secondary, the most important thing is here."

Qin Zhiming pointed his head and nodded three times.

“If this place doesn’t change, even if you all gain power, you’ll just end up repeating the same mistakes.

As for how to change, you need to think and understand it yourself.

No matter how good what others say is, it still belongs to them.

What you learn yourself is what truly belongs to you.”

(End of this chapter)