Starting with the divine power of the Great Vajra, he traversed the heavens.

Chapter 3 Escape from Danger (Please read on, please vote!)

"Drive~!"

"drive"

The ground shook, followed by the sound of hooves, and billowing dust outside the door.

The shouts and yells of the bandits echoed throughout the dilapidated house.

Ren Shaoyang and the little beggar, who had just come to their senses, both changed their expressions upon seeing this.

With a thought, Ren Shaoyang activated the "Great Vajra Divine Power".

Suddenly, I felt a surge of heat within my body. If I was deficient, I would replenish it; if I was excessive, I would release it. A powerful force surged through my meridians and internal organs, moving freely and unhindered.

The "Great Vajra Divine Power" was boundless and majestic. Wherever it went, the legs felt uncomfortable, and the arms gradually gained strength, as if it wanted to hate that there was no ring in the sky and no handle on the earth.

All of this surprised him, but also filled him with immense joy.

In the blink of an eye, he went from a cripple who couldn't even kill a chicken to a true martial arts master. How could Ren Shaoyang not be happy with such an opportunity?
Despite his joy, Ren Shaoyang composed himself and quickly climbed to a gap in the dilapidated wall, peeking out half his head to carefully observe what lay ahead.

A dozen or so riders came galloping towards them, and in a short while, the cavalry closed in on the dilapidated house.

Under the midday sun, Ren Shaoyang saw that the leader was a pale-faced man, his face as white as if it had been painted white, but his eye sockets were dark and bruised, and his cheeks were fleshless, making him look like a skeleton.

"Hey bro, you've finished with that woman behind you, let us have a taste!"

A ragged henchman standing to the side spoke up with a grin.

Upon hearing this, the skeleton licked its lips: "I'm hungry too. I'll light a fire later and eat her flour sack!"

"Hahahaha!"

"Big brother just loves fatty food!"

"I think those buttocks taste good!"

The bandits behind him burst into laughter, their eyes filled with greed as they looked at the woman behind their leader, whose chest had been ripped open and who had bled to death with her eyes wide open.

Ren Shaoyang, with his sharp hearing and keen eyesight, could naturally hear what he was saying, and his heart sank.

eat human!

These bandits are cannibals!

Ren Shaoyang looked at these people carrying knives and guns again, and compared them to them, he felt even more apprehensive.

"Although I now possess the 'Great Vajra Divine Power,' it is ultimately only a transmission, not a complete mastery. Furthermore, I have no combat experience. Even if I could strangle a bandit, I would still be torn to pieces by a flurry of blows!"

He gritted his teeth inwardly.

"With the leg injury affecting us now, plus the little beggar and Ding'an, there's no chance of winning no matter what!"

Thinking of this, Ren Shaoyang no longer hesitated. He immediately used both hands to quickly scramble to the little beggar's side and shouted, "Run!"

"Huh?" The little beggar was taken aback. "Why did you run away?"

Ren Shaoyang reached out and lifted Ding An up as if he were a brick, placing him on his back. To prevent the man from being jostled off, he tied Ding An's sleeves tightly around his neck.

The little beggar looked at it more and more strangely, feeling that Ding An lying on Ren Shaoyang's back was like a human cloak.

Also, is this person really that powerful?

"Come up!"

Ren Shaoyang called out to her.

"Ah, me?" The little beggar pointed to himself.

"Yes!" Ren Shaoyang frowned. "Hurry up, I'll lead you away!"

For some reason, the little beggar trusted him inexplicably and tried to climb onto Ding'an's back upon hearing this.

But she suddenly paused, then turned and ran toward the stove.

Enraged, Ren Shaoyang shouted, "Hey, what are you doing now?"

"Coming, coming!" the little beggar called out as he ran over with something in his hand. "Here, take this for self-defense!"

Ren Shaoyang looked up and saw that the little beggar was holding a dark, thin iron bar in both hands. The tip of the iron bar was shiny silver and looked quite heavy.

"This iron rod was left to me by my parents," the little beggar said softly. "Like that book, it was left to me by them, so I can't lose it!"

Ren Shaoyang remained silent, reached out and took the iron rod, feeling that it weighed about four or five pounds and was very easy to hold.

He didn't say much, but tilted his head, gesturing for the little beggar to come up to him.

This time, the little beggar didn't hesitate and quickly climbed onto Ding'an's back.

"Alright, let's go!"

Ren Shaoyang braced himself with both hands, adopting the "Monkey King" posture. The "Great Vajra Divine Power" within his body surged endlessly, seemingly inexhaustible. With a sudden shout, he leaped into the air.

This vertical jump is about ten feet high.

He never imagined he could jump so high. He was taken aback at first, then heard a crack as the thatched roof collapsed, and he leaped out of the dilapidated house.

"Click~!"

The bandits were all startled when they saw a "monster" suddenly soar into the sky.

This "monster" had three heads and five arms, a broad and fat body, and was accompanied by a clear and crisp cry that intertwined together, creating an eerie and inexplicable scene.

Suddenly, a cry of "Ouch!" was heard, and the monster fell to the ground.

Upon touching the ground, a pair of arms were seen supporting the weight, allowing it to land steadily.

The bandits then realized that there were three people stacked together in front of them, not some kind of monster.

You are really scaring yourself.

“You’ve got some nerve.” The skull-faced man grinned cruelly. “Bring me their heads.”

The men standing nearby chuckled upon hearing this, readily obeyed, and galloped over on horseback.

As Ren Shaoyang watched the bandits rushing towards him, their raised scimitars gleaming with a cold light, he was filled with panic. But in his panic, a scene of the fish monk transmitting his teachings flashed through his mind.

So his body moved faster than his mind, and in a hasty change of direction, he actually used a "Soaring Form," spreading his arms apart like a roc spreading its wings, and thrusting the dark iron rod in his hand with force.

The dozen or so bandits around them only saw a flash of dark light.

It looked like a black snake dancing wildly.

A jet of blood shot out from the bandit's chest, staining the entire blue sky crimson.

When he fell backward, he didn't even understand how his opponent had made their move.

The scene suddenly became tense.

The bandits in the distance, and the little beggar on Ren Shaoyang's back, all gaped in astonishment. The stab was so fast and so ruthless that no one could see how it was made.

"Damn it!" the skull-faced man gritted his teeth. "How is this possible!"

Although he couldn't see the details of the thrust clearly, he knew that the young man in front of him was disabled.

Correct!
He's a cripple with both legs broken!

How could he kill his most capable swordsman in a single move?
"All of you, attack!" the skull-faced man roared. "He's a cripple, surround him and kill him!"

"Kill!"

A dozen or so bandits, their eyes bloodshot, drew their swords and charged.

Seeing the murderous aura emanating from the crowd, the little beggar couldn't help but shiver with fear, feeling a chill that cut to the bone, and the hairs on his back stood on end.

But worried about affecting Ren Shaoyang, she bit her lip and dared not make a sound.

Ren Shaoyang suddenly slammed his hand on the ground and stood up, wanting to use the Xiangzhuan stabbing technique again. But this time, he had no inspiration and just waved the iron rod around wildly. With clanging sounds, he revealed a flaw.

Then a curved blade seized the opportunity and slashed down toward his chest.

"Tsk~!"

Ren Shaoyang felt a chill in his chest, followed by an indescribable pain.

It turned out that a large gash had been cut open on her chest, resembling a pouting little mouth, from which blood was gushing out.

Ren Shaoyang cried out in pain, his heart filled with even more panic.

Just then, a brilliant idea struck him, and he naturally assumed the "human form" posture, swinging the iron rod backward and striking the heart of the person who had injured him.

The man coughed up a mouthful of hot blood, flew several feet backward, and crashed heavily to the ground.

The moment he made a move, the curved blade came slashing down again.

Ren Shaoyang cried out "Oh my god!" and used an iron bar to parry the blows. Despite taking several cuts, he frantically pushed himself up with one hand and crawled toward the woods.

The bandit leader watched as Ren Shaoyang made a series of elaborate moves, carrying two people on his back, yet moving as fast as a snake. With each movement, a series of "thump-thump" sounds could be heard, indicating that he was making a hole in the ground with each hand as he moved.

Such a viewpoint truly feels eerie.

The dozen or so bandits were also horrified and slowed down. They watched as Ren Shaoyang and the little beggar darted into the woods and disappeared, one wailing and the other crying out in pain.

They couldn't help but look at each other in bewilderment.

"Boss, this... this thing isn't some kind of mountain spirit or monster, is it?"

Someone asked anxiously, and others also raised questions.

"Fuck your mother!" the skull-faced man cursed. "Even if it's a mountain spirit or a monster, I'll still chop it down!"

"Boss, should we keep chasing them or not?"

"Chase my ass!" the skull-faced man cursed. "Go to the village and collect the money first. If you can't collect the money, just wait to be skinned alive by the boss!"

Having said that, he turned his horse around and prepared to go back.

Just as the bandits were about to follow, the skull-faced man suddenly shouted, "Stop!"

The bandits were puzzled.

The skull-faced man turned his head to look at the dilapidated house in the distance: "Thieves never leave empty-handed; they slaughtered the pig and took it with them. Hmm, the house burned down too."

"Yes!"
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Ren Shaoyang carried Ding'an and the little beggar into the forest. At first, he still used his hands to dig at the ground, but after his palms were cut and bleeding, he used the "Dragon King Form". When he leaped up, the iron rod pierced the tree branches like a dragon's tail, and he used the force to move forward. Each time he could leap several feet.

He ran for several miles in one breath, until his energy was depleted and he was so exhausted that he almost foamed at the mouth.

Ren Shaoyang stopped abruptly and immediately fell to the ground.

The little beggar and Ding'an were also left aside, one groaning incessantly, the other motionless.

After resting for a while, Ren Shaoyang looked up and saw that the forest was dense, indicating that they had already reached the depths of the forest.

Feeling that he had recovered somewhat, he disregarded his injuries and continued to carry the two of them over mountains and ridges. After crossing another small hill, a stream that flowed across the forest suddenly appeared in front of them.

The stream is crystal clear, and fish can be seen swimming in the distance. The dense forest that used to block out the sun has now opened up a clearing, and the setting sun shines on the stream, making the fish scales shimmer like jade, a truly beautiful sight.

Ren Shaoyang breathed a sigh of relief, put the little beggar and Ding'an down, and said, "We've run for several miles, and the bandits can't catch up with us anymore. Let's rest, let's take a rest!"

As he fled for his life, several curved blades grazed the little beggar's head. Still shaken, he yelled, "Run...run...run some more..."

Ren Shaoyang angrily retorted, "Run, run, all you know is how to run! Do you think I'm a donkey?"

The little beggar cautiously looked behind him for a long time, listened intently for a while, and then let out a long sigh.

"Thank goodness, thank goodness, they didn't chase after us!"

Ren Shaoyang groaned, only then feeling the pain. He looked down at his chest and saw several crisscrossing wounds.

Surprisingly, despite the huge wound, it had stopped bleeding and even showed signs of closing up.

Ren Shaoyang was overjoyed, thinking to himself, "Great! The 'Great Vajra Divine Power' really has the supernatural power to transform and heal serious injuries. As long as I practice according to the method, my legs will definitely heal even faster!"

Then he thought, "Damn it, this is supposed to be my debut battle in the martial arts world, and I've suffered a crushing defeat!" Ren Shaoyang gritted his teeth. "No way, once I've recovered from my injuries, I'll definitely get my revenge, otherwise I won't be satisfied!"

Just then, the little beggar suddenly shouted loudly, "Crippled man, crippled man! Come and drink some water!"

With that, he let out a cheer and lunged forward, almost falling into the water.

Ren Shaoyang watched her playing happily in the water like a puppy, and couldn't help but sigh. He climbed to the riverbank, scooped up a mouthful of water, and felt an extremely cool and refreshing sensation rush down into his stomach. He couldn't help but let out an "Ah!" He immediately felt an indescribable comfort throughout his body, and his fatigue vanished. Overjoyed, he simply buried his head in the water and drank heartily.

Just then, words flashed before his eyes again.

[The first battle wasn't bad, but it wasn't particularly outstanding. Maintaining kindness in the face of adversity, remaining largely calm in the face of life and death, and possessing considerable courage ultimately helped you escape.]

[However, you clearly possessed the strength to easily defeat these bandits, but lacked the skill and willpower to control them, ultimately leading to your hasty retreat. You've truly disgraced the 'Successor of Vajra'.]

[Evaluation of this match: Unremarkable]

[World Reputation: No such person found]

Ren Shaoyang pursed his lips as he looked at the evaluation in front of him.

After a while.

He chuckled softly and said sincerely, "Thank you, thank you for giving me the chance to live."

Thinking of this, he lay back by the stream, squinting as he watched the fiery clouds slowly drift overhead, feeling the gentle breeze, and an indescribable sense of joy welled up in his heart.

Just then, another piece of text slowly appeared.

[Retrospective: On the moment when a useless protagonist courts disaster, and how to resolve it using the principles of theory and practice.]

Immediately afterwards, images appeared before Ren Shaoyang's eyes, frame by frame, all of them showing the moments when he fought with the bandits.

"I see!"

When Ren Shaoyang saw the curved blade slashing across the screen, the phrase "Great Sumeru Form" involuntarily flashed through his mind.

At the same time, the scene that should have been cut down into blooming peach blossoms suddenly changed like ripples.

The handsome young man in the video suddenly changed his movements, leaping up and flicking the iron rod in his hand, drawing an arc before placing it on several curved knives.

With a series of snapping sounds, the curved blade was broken in two.

The bandits felt a strange force emanating from the broken half of their scimitars, as if it had come alive and was striking them back at them. They quickly dropped the scimitars, and even their horses took a few steps back.

Suddenly, a gap large enough for escape was revealed.

Ren Shaoyang was immediately taken aback: "It's just a change of form, and less than 30% of the supernatural power is used, yet it can produce such a completely different effect?"

Most martial arts training begins with loosening muscles and bones, followed by learning fixed routines, progressing step by step. To achieve mastery, it typically takes more than ten years; this is what is meant by progressing from the superficial to the essential.

Your comprehension is average; though you endure many trials and tribulations, you will ultimately only grasp the lesser aspects.

Ren Shaoyang's face darkened as he watched the image slowly fade away and the text reappear.

"Don't hit someone in the face! You just want to call me a loser, don't you?"

The text seemed more cheerful, appearing at a faster pace.

The Great Vajra's divine power is a skill revered by all. By focusing on the body as the foundation, and then learning techniques and moves, one proceeds from the root to the branches, making it naturally much easier.

Ren Shaoyang's expression turned serious, knowing that this was the real deal.

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