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

Chapter 30 Is it higher than the sky?
How did I learn kung fu?

Ren Shaoyang sighed, "I've gotten to where I am today entirely through my own hard work!"

Did you practice on your own?

I bother!

Feng Xiaoai cursed inwardly. He knew that for Ren Shaoyang to have such amazing skills at such a young age, he must have either a famous teacher or some extraordinary encounter.

Relying solely on oneself?

I absolutely refuse to believe it!
Feng Xiao'ai sneered, "You'll see if I believe you or not."

"I don't care if you believe me or not."

Ren Shaoyang cursed and threw a punch, which sent a gust of wind that suffocated Ren Shaoyang.

Feng Xiao'ai cursed inwardly, "This kid is like a dog, he turns on you in an instant!" and hurriedly raised his palm to meet the attack.

The two men's fists and palms were incredibly powerful; when they collided, a gust of wind blew outwards, producing a hissing sound.

Feng Xiao'ai felt a surge of powerful energy rushing into his chest and abdomen, causing him to stagger back several steps, shattering the floor beneath his feet.

Ren Shaoyang sat still and laughed, "Brother, your rules don't work now, only my fists do!"

Feng Xiao'ai's eyes turned cold, and he uttered the words: "You're courting death." With a tremor of his hand, the whip at his waist snapped into a circle. Before the whip tip even reached him, a strong wind blew, cutting his face with pain.

Judging from the sound of the whip, Ren Shaoyang knew that the man was enraged and had used all his strength to strike, which would probably leave him covered in bruises.

Thinking of the beggar's scathing scolding after his black robe was about to be torn, Ren Shaoyang took a deep breath, listened to the wind, and instead of dodging or avoiding it, he took a step forward to meet the whip.

This step was wonderfully subtle, perfectly yielding to the sharp edge and capturing the essence of "entering the space between the thin and the thick." With a whoosh of wind in his ear, the whip struck empty air.

When Feng Xiao Ai realized what was happening, it was too late to stop him.

Ren Shaoyang stepped into the circle of whips, bursting into the empty space. He suddenly grabbed Feng Xiaoai's elbow with his right palm, shrugged his shoulder, and stepped one foot between Feng Xiaoai's legs at the same time.

This move, "Erlang Carrying the Mountain to Chase the Sun," originates from the feet and is as violent as an abyss. All the force of his body is focused on Feng Xiao'ai. Even though he has been practicing for many years and has mastered the skills, he cannot withstand this crisp and fierce force. He is immediately lifted off the ground and thrown backward.

"Ouch!"
With a cry of alarm, Feng Xiaoai was thrown about like a giant wheel, bouncing and rolling, and flipping over in the blink of an eye.

He rolled around and tried to get up several times, but was pressed down by a force and slid back a few feet until he broke a grand chair before finally stopping.

Fatty Liu, who was far away, was dumbfounded. He knew that Feng Xiao'ai was one of the top masters in the North, and he was greatly shocked to see him in such a predicament.

"My God! Master Ren is truly remarkable. If I, Old Liu, hadn't won people over with virtue and knelt down quickly, I might have been punched to death just now!"

Ren Shaoyang stood there, his hands hanging limply, the famous fire poker still tucked into his waistband, showing no intention of drawing it.

"Dude, whose rules are these days?"

Feng Xiao'ai clutched his chest as he got up. Hearing the man still rubbing salt into his wound, a surge of anger welled up inside him, and he roared:
"You die!"

He lashed out several times in quick succession, the whip's force spreading out in a dense, woven net-like pattern.

In an instant, a loud cracking sound rang out, and the tables, chairs, and benches were smashed to pieces. If Ren Shaoyang hadn't reacted quickly and grabbed the medicine and silver in his hand, they would probably have been smashed as well.

Seeing the whip flash like a dragon and the wind slicing through his face, Fatty Liu was terrified and turned ashen-faced. He raised his hands and ran into the back room, yelling, "Ahhh, run!"

"Ha, trying to demolish my house!" Ren Shaoyang shouted. "Take another punch from me!" Suddenly, he ducked, his body moving like a snake, and as he rapidly closed in, his fists came flying at him like a storm.

Seeing the fists clashing and flying, Feng Xiaoai took several steps back, then kicked the floor tiles, sending shards flying as he slid out of the hall.

Several henchmen were rushing over from outside. When they saw him rush out, they shouted, "Arrest him! It's him!"

Feng Xiao'ai kept walking, wildly waving his whip and killing more than ten people. But before he could get far away, he heard Ren Shaoyang's voice coming from above.

"Hey buddy, why are you running?"

With a loud "bang," a fist slammed into his back.

With a mournful cry, Feng Xiao took two steps forward, but his knees buckled, and he collapsed to his knees, burying his face in the mud.

Ren Shaoyang moved with lightning speed, stepped forward and stomped on him, causing him to vomit blood.

Feng Xiao'ai quickly threw down the whip rope, saluted with both hands in a French military salute, buried his old face in the mud and water, and shouted in a muffled voice.

"Master Ren, Master Ren, I was wrong, I really know I was wrong!"

“Wrong? You know you’re going to die!” Ren Shaoyang sneered. “What the hell are all these rules? They’re all bullshit.”

"Bullshit! Yes, bullshit!"

Ren Shaoyang said, "Is everyone in the Central Plains martial arts world like you?" Feng Xiao said with a bitter face, "Master Ren, I didn't know you were so powerful. I only hope you can let me go. From now on, I will definitely stay away from you wherever you are!"

Ren Shaoyang shook his head and laughed, "I'm not your creditor."

Feng Xiao'ai was confused, but then he saw Fatty Liu timidly walk up with a sorrowful expression and bow: "Master Ren, Old Liu thanks you for saving my life!"

Ren Shaoyang held up the ginseng and silver in his hand: "That's enough, we're even."

"I can never repay your kindness in this lifetime."

Liu Meng cupped his hands in greeting, looked at Feng Xiaoai lying in the mud like a dead dog, sighed repeatedly, and gave a bitter smile.

"Master Feng, you are a celestial being, why have you come to this?"

Feng Xiao'ai sneered, "Losing to Master Ren is something I can't complain about, but who do you think you are!"

Fatty Liu sighed and said, "Hero Feng, if we release you, can you spare our whole family?"

Feng Xiao'ai paused for a moment, then immediately beamed with joy: "Okay, okay! I'll leave right away and never come back here again!"

"Hey~!"

Fatty Liu sighed again, his expression even more mournful: "You really love to lie." Suddenly, he pulled a hoe from his sleeve. "How can you let me go?"

"Boss Liu, Boss Liu, we can still talk!" Feng Xiao'ai shouted, terrified, soiling himself.

"What do you think?" Fatty Liu glared angrily and shouted, "Your name is 'Wind and Sky,' but can your demands be higher than the sky?"

Without the slightest hesitation, he swung the hoe down towards the back of Feng Xiao'ai's head.

"you dare."

Feng Xiaoai felt the evil wind pressing down on him. Unable to dodge in time, he couldn't help but scream wildly. But before he could even make a sound, "crack!" Half of his head was split open, and brain matter mixed with blood splattered all over Fatty Liu's face.

The henchmen present were all horrified to see that Liu Mengzhen dared to kill someone.

Ren Shaoyang shrugged, and the instant his brains splattered out, he pulled back a large step.

Fatty Liu wiped his face with his sleeve, cupped his hands, and said, "Master Ren, I've really messed things up! I'm on my way to safety today, so I won't thank you for saving my life. I'll give you the best ginseng I have; you can chew on it if you want!"

After saying that, he beckoned his men to run back into the house, and a little while later they came out carrying a large package.

Ren Shaoyang didn't rush to accept it, but instead asked, "What, is this considered money to buy my life?"

Fatty Liu bowed deeply, presenting the ginseng with both hands: "That's right. Although I, Old Liu, am not exactly clean either, I generally follow the rules and know that even thieves have their code of honor. Who the hell would have thought?"

He grew angrier as he spoke, spitting at Feng Xiaoai's corpse: "Bah! The famous leader of the Four Eccentrics of the North, so ruthless in his dealings, leaving no way for anyone to survive?"

Fatty Liu said frankly, "Master Ren, if it weren't for your righteous help, my whole family would have been wiped out. I will never forget this kindness. It's just that Feng Xiao'ai is dead. This matter is too big. I, Old Liu, have no choice but to flee with my family."

Ren Shaoyang smiled and reached out to take the package.

Fatty Liu was overjoyed and immediately knelt down and kowtowed: "Master Ren, I will never forget your great kindness. If I have the chance, I will repay your kindness with all my heart!"

Ren Shaoyang waved his hand: "When I made my move, I had already taken on this karma. You can spread the word that I killed Feng Xiaoai."

Fatty Liu kowtowed again.

Ren Shaoyang knew that the ginseng in his possession was priceless and represented nearly half of Fatty Liu's fortune.

Accepting these ginseng roots meant he was taking on all the responsibility.

But Ren Shaoyang didn't take it seriously.

To be honest, given the nature of people in the martial arts world, they would almost certainly blame themselves for Feng Xiao'ai's death.

After all, dying at the hands of a master simply means you're not as skilled.

But if she dies at the hands of thugs, then an eighty-year-old mother is like a child being dragged down with her life.

This is utterly shameful!

Therefore, Ren Shaoyang took the ginseng without any qualms.

He patted Fatty Liu on the shoulder and said, "Take care!" before drifting away.

After kowtowing three more times, Fatty Liu got up and hurriedly ran to the backyard.

He had to flee for his life.

(End of this chapter)