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

Chapter 45 Frightened
“How could you do this?!” the woman in black robe angrily scolded Qin Zhiming who was holding her in front of her.

Qin Zhiming didn't even turn his head. "I saved your life? Is there a problem?"

"That kid?" "A kid? I don't think he's a kid."

Qin Zhiming overturned a dozen bamboo poles that he had just passed by, causing the strong men who were chasing him to curse at him.

"What kind of kid would be secretly staring at us the whole time? Isn't there a friend playing on the long street by himself?"

Whoosh! Qin Zhiming caught the flying hatchet and threw it away.

Bang! A strong man behind him fell to the ground.

"The most important thing is that his skin is tougher than cowhide."

As Qin Zhiming finished speaking, the child he was talking about appeared in front of them, laughing.

The child was holding a hammer in his hand, his eyes full of violence.

"Hand over that woman!"

Hearing the child's deep voice, the woman in black robe was slightly stunned.

Qin Zhiming stopped and let the strong men behind him catch up.

“Why aren’t you running away!” The woman in black robe came close to him in panic.

"Where are you running to?" Qin Zhiming smiled and faced the strong men who were rushing towards him with weapons raised.

boom! boom! boom!
The axe blade, knife blade and knife tip hit Qin Zhiming's body amid the black-robed woman's screams.

Clang! The three strong men simultaneously dropped their broken weapons and covered their bleeding knuckles.

They felt as if they had just struck a heavy golden bell.

The greater the force, the stronger the vibration fed back by the golden bell.

They were shocked so much that their knuckles were bleeding, their right arms were numb, and their shoulders were aching slightly.

"Hard Qigong?! Leave him to me!"

The dwarf blocking the way jumped up like a cat, holding a hammer in both hands.

Under the expectant gaze of the strong men, he rushed towards Qin Mingming's face.

The next moment, Qin Zhiming raised his black robe, and his right hand, with its muscles bulging, stretched out suddenly.

Bang! The hammer hit his right hand, making a sharp sound like a sword clashing.

The dwarf was horrified. "No..." Before he could ask for help, Qin Zhiming grabbed his head with his hands.

boom! ! !
Spider-web-like cracks suddenly appeared on the wall and a flower of flesh and blood grew out, with flesh paste and broken bones splattering out.

Looking at the dwarf being beaten to death, the strong men broke out in cold sweat and stood there at a loss as to what to do.

Qin Zhiming ignored them, grabbed the black-robed woman who was kneeling on the ground and wanted to vomit, and left quickly.

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"Are you still going to buy food?" Qin Zhiming walked out of the alley and asked the frightened woman in black robe.

The woman in black took off her mask and knelt down to vomit under the surprised gazes of the passers-by.

What just happened was a huge shock to her as she had been spoiled since childhood.

After the black-robed woman finished vomiting, she wiped the corners of her mouth with her robe.

Then, she took off the black robe that was stained with filth and blood with disgust, revealing her long hair, almond eyes, red lips and white teeth.

Bai Wen Ning clenched his teeth and slowly stood up.

"No, let's go straight to the warehouse!!"

The situation is very critical now and she has no time to buy food. She must first determine the situation of the warehouse as soon as possible so that she can come up with a response plan.

Qin Zhiming nodded, pulled her up, and rushed towards the warehouse.

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In the dim room, on a high platform, there is an incense burner with three thick red candles. Behind the flickering candlelight is a statue of a god wearing a Taoist robe.

Under the high platform, Chang Anhe, with lifeless eyes and naked upper body, was standing in a horse stance with his arms stretched out, his right fist pointing to the sky and his left fist pointing to the ground.

Shaking his body, he chanted loudly in a strange tone.

The sound was like the tide hitting the shore.

He turned around and walked to several people who were kneeling on the ground and trembling, their eyes were covered, their hands were tied, their mouths were stuffed with sackcloth, and in front of each of them was a small incense burner with three incense sticks.

Chang Anhe bent down with his head down and bit off three incense sticks that were emitting white smoke in front of a person.

The sound of crunching and chewing filled the room.

In a flash, the man fell to the ground.

He followed the same action as before and dealt with the kneeling men, women, young and old one by one.

Gradually, his mouth swelled up from chewing the incense and candles, and even cracked the corners of his mouth.

After doing this, he returned to the bottom of the platform.

Through the candlelight, one can vaguely see two headless male corpses kneeling under the platform.

Chang Anhe came to a male corpse, pointed it at the blackened wound, and slowly spit out a yellow candle.

The candle was like a yellow snake, slowly drilling into the man's neck, leaving the upper half exposed.

Then he went to another male corpse and repeated the same trick.

When the two male corpses had yellow candles on their necks to replace their heads, Chang Anhe came to the fallen people again.

Pull out some of their hair and pinch it into two candle wicks.

He quickly returned to the two male corpses, inserted the wick into the yellow candle, and the wick suddenly ignited with yellow flames.

At this time, Chang'an and Wushen's eyes slowly returned to normal.

He looked at the male corpse standing up in front of him and smiled slightly.

His preparations for so many days paid off, the technique was finally accomplished.

"Go, find the people who killed you."

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The branch and warehouse of the Fanhai Gang.

Qin Zhiming suddenly looked into the distance, and a new feeling came into his heart.

It was as if someone was taking aim with a bow, with the arrow on the string ready to hit him at any time.

"What's wrong?" Bai Wen Ning looked at Qin Zhiming who turned his head in confusion.

Qin Zhiming shook his head and turned to look at Xu Huan who was on high alert and the two Jingtao Gang thugs beside him.

"I repeat! This is my barn! I want to go in now."

Bai Wenning frowned.

Xu Huan smiled. "Sorry, no one can come in without Brother Hu's order."

Qin Zhiming took off his black robe, revealing the black tights he was wearing, and took off his mask.

He spoke softly in his original voice.

"Let us in."

He has sharp eyebrows, bright eyes, a handsome and tall figure, fair skin, and the outline of his muscles is faintly visible under his clothes.

If Qin Zhiming in the Skin Training Stage had the temperament of a scholar, then now that he has entered the Flesh Training Stage for a while, he is more like a young hero famous in the world.

The original trace of childishness completely dissipated, replaced by a strength like the scorching sun.

Looking at Qin Zhiming's tall facial features beside him, Bai Wenning blushed slightly.

Seeing this, Xu Huan took the others to the side.

Bai Wenning mistakenly thought that they gave way because they were afraid of Qin Zhiming.

So she smiled contemptuously at the three people and followed Qin Zhiming to the gate.

Swish! As Qin Zhiming opened the door, a thick stench gushed out.

Bai Wen Ning's face changed drastically. Just as he was about to step back, Qin Zhiming, who had stepped into the door, grabbed his right hand and pulled him in.

Bloody scratches, naked corpses that were skinny and had bulging bellies, the remains of gnawed arms, and countless flies, rats, and white maggots.

The scene before her hit Bai Wen Ning's heart like a battering ram, causing her to fall to her knees, vomit, and cry bitterly.

(End of this chapter)