The Martial Lord of the Troubled World

Chapter 39 Half Moon
In the spacious training room, a dozen or so watermelon-sized iron sandbags hung from the ceiling. Five or six strong men exerted their strength at the same time, pushing the sandbags hard and smashing them towards the only figure in the field.

"Whoosh-"

"Whoosh-"

The bags filled with iron shot swung like pendulums, and in the blink of an eye, the whole room was filled with a whistling sound.

The dense sandbags wove a dangerous net in the room, but the figure standing at the center of the net remained firmly in place, calmly avoiding each impact with only slight movements.

This peculiar evasion training lasted for about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn. The men responsible for pushing the sandbags had beads of sweat on their foreheads. Suddenly, a soft shout was heard—"That's enough." The men quickly grabbed the swaying sandbags and stood still.

Immediately afterwards, I heard a figure speaking from the center.

"Two men with knives came up."

As soon as he finished speaking, two sharp-looking men dressed in tight-fitting clothes walked out from the corner of the room. Without saying a word, they each picked up a long sword from the weapon rack and jumped into the arena.

A chaotic three-way battle erupted inside the room, with two men wielding long swords ganging up on a third man who was unarmed.

The sounds of weapons slicing through the air and fists clashing mingled together. After an unknown amount of time, a muffled groan was heard, and a figure wielding a knife clutched his chest and fell out of the battle, accompanied by another clear shout.

"Bring up two more."

Immediately, two more men charged forward with knives, but this time they held out for even shorter periods. Before long, the battle, with its swirling blades, was suddenly torn apart.

"Cao Tian!"

The figure in the center of the room, who had instantly forced several people back, raised an arm and pointed at a silent, thin young man in the audience.

"you come up."

The thin young man whose name was called didn't say anything and walked up expressionlessly.

He didn't even draw his knife; he directly engaged in combat with several other figures on the field.

Although both men were unarmed, the commotion they caused was even greater than when several people had fought earlier. The force of their punches and kicks blew into the faces of onlookers, forcing the men with knives to slowly retreat and make room for them.

The two exchanged blows for a while, when the thin young man who entered later suddenly delivered a powerful punch, fast and fierce, striking the figure opposite him in the chest.

Caught off guard, the figure staggered backward, and the men watching the battle all tensed up, instinctively moving forward.

"Entering the Blood Refining Realm is quite different, huh?"

The figure who had been punched staggered back five or six steps before managing to regain his balance, but he didn't get angry. He just smiled and raised a hand to indicate that everything was over.

Before the skinny young man who had won the fight could speak, a wiry man with a slightly sallow complexion spoke first. He was one of the men who had entered the arena with a knife earlier.

"Young Master Fu, you practiced for so long and taught us a lesson one by one. Cao Cai was out of strength and had the chance to take advantage of your punch."

If you don't give way to him, even if he cultivates his bloodline, how can he possibly be your match?

As he spoke, the sallow-faced man glanced at Cao Tian with considerable disdain.

Cao Tian didn't even look at him, but instead took the initiative to greet the person who was walking towards him and said in a low voice, "Young Master, are you alright?"

The person waved his hand dismissively.

This was a handsome young man with a tall and straight figure, shirtless.

His hair was soaked with sweat, and the repeated battles had made his muscles bulge, but it didn't look exaggerated at all. Instead, it had a restrained and precise sculpted feel.

It was Fu Juemin who stopped the export.

"Hou San, if you had used all that flattery on sparring, I wouldn't have had to call Cao Tian to play so I could have a good time," Fu Juemin said, taking a dry towel from someone nearby and wiping his sweat as he unceremoniously berated them.

The sallow-faced man chuckled sheepishly, touched his nose, and immediately dared not say another word.

After wiping away his sweat, Fu Juemin threw the towel aside and picked up the ginseng tea, gulping it down to replenish the energy he had just consumed during his cultivation.

The large training room was now filled with about twenty people, including the servants who were attending to them.

Most of them were guards kept at home, while the rest were all "experts" like Cao Tian, ​​hired by the Black Shark Gang.

Now when he practices martial arts, he has to put on such a grand show every day.

The main purpose is to practice with live targets, which requires the help of at least six or seven people. As for weapons and hand-to-hand combat, ordinary Bone Forging Realm martial artists at this stage can no longer meet Fu Juemin's requirements. These guys are also mindful of his status, so none of them dare to go all out when they make a move. Therefore, Fu Juemin simply calls four or five people to come up with him each time.

If the quality is lacking, quantity can make up for it, which is enough to barely achieve the pressure level he wants.

"Alright, that's enough for today. Everyone, please leave."

Fu Juemin waved his hand, dismissing the crowd, then turned to Cao Tian in front of him and casually asked, "How do you feel after refining your blood?"

Cao Tian has now completely followed him and rarely goes to the Black Shark Gang anymore. This is one of the reasons why he was previously ridiculed by Hou San, a Red Stick of the Black Shark Gang.

Faced with Fu Juemin's question, Cao Tian thought for a moment and honestly replied, "My strength has been increasing. As for other aspects, I haven't felt anything special."

Fu Juemin nodded.

He was probably the one who felt the change in Cao Tian's strength the most, since he had to fight Cao Tian with him every day.

Compared to when he was forging his bones, Cao Tian's punches were more than twice as powerful, and his speed and reaction time had also increased significantly.

Previously, he could steadily suppress Cao Tian with his mastery of the Eight Extremes Bone Forging technique and his attribute advantage. Now, without using the [Soft Bone] talent to enhance [Black Spirit Shaking the Mountain], he can at most fight Cao Tian to a standstill.

This is the result of his significant improvement in various aspects over the past half month.

It must be said that Cao Tian is indeed a martial arts genius. After he followed Fu Juemin, Fu Juemin called the doctors from Xing'an Hall to treat his body, intending to first treat his hidden injuries and then help him advance further.

Unexpectedly, after only a few days of recuperation, Cao Tian broke through to a new level on his own.

During this period, his strength has increased so much that even Fu Juemin is somewhat envious.

"...I used at least seven-tenths of my strength in that punch, but it didn't hurt the young master at all."

Cao Tian suddenly spoke, and Fu Juemin smiled. This Cao Tian was starting to say nice things to make him happy, but he didn't refute him.

After thinking for a moment, he said, "I heard that you killed a Blood Refining cultivator back when you were forging bones?"

Cao Tian hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

"Yes. But in the life-or-death arena of the Meatwalking Hall, that's not considered proper blood training."

Cao Tian explained, "That guy ostensibly practices blood cultivation, but in reality, his body has long been ruined due to his addiction to opium, and his strength is far inferior to what it used to be."

I traded blows with him in the ring, killing him with every punch I landed.

Cao Tian paused, then continued, "The only Blood Refining Realm expert I've truly fought is the old gang leader..."

"Wu Xiaoyun?"

Fu Juemin's expression shifted slightly as he asked, "How strong is he?"

(End of this chapter)