After the family split up, I achieved martial arts sainthood.

It's easy to see that the bald, burly man, Wang Meng, is very confident.

Is it blind worship by the Qinglin Gang?

Or is it overconfidence in one's own abilities?

Gu Xin narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing the bald, burly man.

[Cultivation Level: Not Yet Entered the Realm]

[Technique: Rock Stance Exercise (Mastered)]

[Technique: Mountain-Crushing Fist (Masterful)]

Cultivation experience: 10 years

[Can be picked up after defeating the target]

Wang Meng's mastery of stance training has reached a level of consummate skill.

Under normal circumstances, this guy is about to enter the Blood Strengthening Realm.

In martial arts training, once one's stance training reaches a state of perfection, one is qualified to attempt to break through to the Blood Strengthening Realm.

Soon to become an inbound martial artist, he would undoubtedly be considered a martial arts master in the eyes of ordinary people.

No wonder the other party was so confident and arrogant.

"Ugh!"

Just as Gu Xin was scrutinizing Wang Meng, a sharp whooshing sound suddenly came rushing towards him.

Gu Xin looked closely and saw that Wang Meng had suddenly thrown a stick, which was smashing down on his head.

The sharp, piercing sound was like a sob, or the howl of a hungry wolf.

The instant the stick was thrown, Wang Meng also suddenly bent his knees, his burly figure pouncing like a bear, following closely behind the stick as he charged towards Gu Xin.

Two fists, each the size of a clay pot, clenched tightly, accompanied by a whistling wind, hurtled straight at Gu Xin.

"You ignorant fools, daring to trespass on the Green Forest Gang's territory! Die!"

Wang Meng let out a sinister laugh, gritted his teeth, and his ferocious expression made his aura appear even more menacing.

"Mr. Meng is awesome!"

"Mr. Meng is so domineering!"

"You bastard, you're dead!"

Upon witnessing Wang Meng's action, the members of the Qinglin Gang who had accompanied him all raised their arms and cheered.

Their expressions turned ferocious, and they looked at Gu Xin as if he were a dead man.

As Wang Meng's underlings who had followed him for many years, they were well aware of their leader's strength.

Even today, very few people can survive in his presence.

In recent years, there have been countless incidents of people causing trouble, picking fights, and cheating at gambling dens.

But in the end, they were all beaten to death by Meng Ye's iron fist.

Today will be no exception.

Seeing Wang Meng make the first move, Gu Xin raised an eyebrow, his expression remaining completely calm.

Seeing the sticks and Wang Meng rushing towards him, he didn't even flinch.

Gu Xin calmly reached out, swift as lightning, and firmly caught the incoming stick in his palm.

The club, spinning rapidly and accompanied by whimpering sounds, was like a docile little lamb in front of Gu Xin, easily manipulated by him.

The moment he grabbed the stick, Gu Xin didn't pause for a second; with a swift movement, he flipped it over and gripped it tightly in his hand.

Immediately afterwards, he raised the stick and slammed it down fiercely at Wang Meng, who was rushing towards him.

"Bang!"

The solid wooden stick, though delivered late, struck hard on Wang Meng's head.

With a muffled thud, Wang Meng was struck as if by lightning, his charging figure coming to an abrupt halt, frozen halfway through his attack.

His head was pulled to the side by the force of the stick, twisting violently to the side.

A surge of force rushed into his head, causing Wang Meng's eyes to well up and his cheeks to turn bright red.

Especially his eyes, which were quickly covered with blood vessels, like a spider web wrapping around the eyeballs.

Veins bulged on his forehead, around his eyes, and around his cheeks.

His body twisted and turned like an earthworm, adding to the already ferocious look of his face.

"boom!"

With a slam of the stick down, Gu Xin raised his leg and kicked Wang Meng in the chest again.

Like a boulder crashing into him, Wang Meng's figure was instantly bent over and sent flying backward.

"puff!"

While in mid-air, blood gushed uncontrollably from his mouth and nose.

"Master Meng?"

Several gang members witnessed this scene and were all shocked.

They rushed forward in a flurry, trying to catch Wang Meng.

As soon as it touched Wang Meng's body, before it could react much, it was knocked away.

With a series of crashes, the wall surrounding the gambling den's backyard collapsed one after another.

Smoke and dust filled the air, and the ground was a mess.

Immediately afterwards, screams and wails rose and fell, quickly turning the quiet backyard into a noisy mess.

[Cultivation Level: Not Yet Entered the Realm] (Can Be Picked Up)

[Technique: Rock Stance Technique (Mastered)] (Can be picked up)

[Technique: Mountain-Crushing Fist (Masterful)] (Can be picked up)

[Cultivation Experience: 10 years] (Can be picked up)

Amidst the rising smoke and dust, individual experience packs shaped like fish bubbles appeared.

After being struck and kicked by Gu Xin, Wang Meng was powerless to resist and lay on the ruins of the wall, not moving to get up for a long time.

Enraged, Gu Xin showed no mercy in his attack.

Two fatal blows would have broken Wang Meng's bones and tendons, even if he were made of iron.

"Master Meng? Master Meng!"

"Master Meng is dead! Master Meng is dead!"

Amidst the chaos, a voice filled with panic and fear rang out.

As the smoke cleared, the once arrogant and domineering members of the Green Forest Gang were all slumped to the ground, filled with unease and fear.

[Gaining cultivation experience...]

After selecting the experience pack, Gu Xin didn't glance at Wang Meng's corpse again, turning to his gang members and asking calmly, "Where's the money from the gambling den?"

"Hero, spare my life! Hero, spare my life!"

Upon hearing Gu Xin's question, the gang members all knelt down and begged for mercy.

Wang Meng's death made them realize that the guy who dared to break in was no ordinary person.

Someone capable of beating a master like Master Meng to death is someone they can't afford to mess with.

"Where's the money?"

Gu Xin stroked the stick, his voice cold and stern.

"Master, the money is in the guild hall; all the money has been sent there."

The gang members dared not delay and hurriedly replied, "It's a total of over three hundred taels of silver, all of which has been sent to the headquarters. Master Meng said he wanted to earn some credit and try to advance further."

Depend on!

They've all been sent away?

Gu Xin's face darkened: "Not a single penny was left?"

"I kept some! I kept some loose change to cover the daily operations of the office."

The gang members trembled all over and hurriedly shouted.

They were afraid that if they were even a step behind, they would end up like Wang Meng.

"Go and fetch them all! Anyone who dares to keep a single coin for themselves, hmph..."

Gu Xin, brandishing his stick, snorted coldly. Several gang members were terrified and rushed to get the money.

Before long, they all returned quickly, each carrying a money bag.

"Great hero, everything is here. All the money left in the store is here."

They placed the money bag on the ground in the backyard, and several gang members knelt on the ground, kowtowing repeatedly.

Gu Xin glanced at the money pouch, then picked up his stick and struck each person with it.

The gang members who had been kowtowing and begging for mercy quickly fell silent.

They collapsed to the ground one after another, sleeping peacefully.

Gu Xin picked up the money pouches and examined them carefully. He found that although there were many pouches, the total amount of silver was only a little over forty taels.

With that amount, let alone the 5,000 taels bet, he hadn't even recouped his initial investment.

That's far from the truth!

Gu Xin's eyes flickered, a fierce glint in them.

Without stopping, he turned and left the gambling den.

Then, they headed towards other gambling dens in Qingyuan County.