Immortal Martial Saint, starting with unlimited stat points

A gentle breeze swept by, dispelling the thin mist that shrouded the bright moon.

The moonlight, like quicksilver, spilled over the Zhou family compound, illuminating the two opposing sides.

Zhang Dazhu was breathing heavily, and the veins on his strong arms were bulging, like black earthworms clinging to them.

He moved with the speed of a leopard, his figure shifting as he charged towards Zhou Chen once more.

That attack just now was simply because he treated Zhou Chen as an ordinary person and did not treat him as a martial artist of the same realm.

Now, even if the old man Sun, who had mastered the art of skin-refining, came, he wouldn't be afraid of this attack in the slightest.

In an instant, a fist the size of a clay pot, accompanied by a strong wind, hurtled straight toward Zhou Chen's face.

Zhou Chen's feet were rooted to the spot like an old tree, but his whole body was moving like a galloping horse, having already taken in Zhang Dazhu's every move.

Bang bang bang!

Zhang Dazhu unleashed a series of punches, attacking Zhou Chen like a pile driver.

Zhou Chen's two fleshy palms moved in front of him like butterflies flitting among flowers, seemingly gentle and flowing, yet they firmly caught every punch from Zhang Dazhu.

At this moment, Zhou Chen was not carrying a bow and arrow, and could only rely on his physical strength to fight the enemy.

Although the Zhenyue Stake is just a training method, the earth energy surging from the ground alone makes Zhou Chen virtually invincible within the same realm.

"Huffing and puffing..."

The two exchanged dozens of punches. Zhang Dazhu felt an unusual numbness in his knuckles and his arms were so weak that he couldn't muster any strength.

"Even the old tortoises in the deep mountains probably don't have as hard a shell as you," Zhang Dazhu spat and cursed.

Although Zhou Chen never retaliated, those two fleshy palms stood in front of him like a wall of flesh, making him feel a strong sense of powerlessness.

Zhou Chen looked at Zhang Dazhu, who was panting in the distance, and was not annoyed by Zhang Dazhu's words.

At this moment, a message popped up on the panel that only he could see.

[Zhenyue Stake Progress +1]

【Zhenyue Stance (Beginner, 1%)】

The Zhenyue stance, which hadn't improved proficiency even after an hour of standing meditation, actually saw improvement in this brief exchange.

"No wonder even the best athletes in my past life needed sparring partners to practice with in order to improve."

Seeing the progress of the Zhenyue Stake, Zhou Chen's gaze towards Zhang Dazhu suddenly changed.

Even Zhang Dazhu's ugly face became much more pleasing to the eye, with progress indicators as if +1 were popping up on it.

Seeing Zhang Dazhu still observing from a short distance, Zhou Chen feigned a mocking laugh, "Young Master Hui, if you're backing down, then just like last time, get lost!"

He knew that although Zhang Dazhu was the most skilled fighter among the three, the one in charge was still Li Hui behind him.

It's all because he has a good older brother.

Hearing Zhou Chen's sarcastic words, Li Hui immediately recalled how he had fled from this place like a stray dog ​​a few days ago, and his face turned bright red.

"Big Zhu, kill him!"

"When my brother comes back, I'll make sure he repays you!"

Zhang Dazhu stepped back to recover for a moment, already eager to fight again. Now, with Li Hui's promise, he was even more eager to agree.

"This kid has no relatives or friends, and no one would know if he died. He might as well become my resources for reaching the Great Perfection of Skin Refinement."

beep, beep...

The footsteps made a loud thud, leaving a row of wide footprints.

"Give me……"

Before he finished speaking, they exchanged nearly a hundred punches, just like last time.

Zhou Chen stood still in the Zhenyue Stance, feeling a surge of energy rising within him. The essence of the Zhenyue Stance at the beginner level was being absorbed into his mind and heart with each punch.

Instead of feeling numb, my body felt a warm current that continuously strengthened my muscles.

"Um?"

With his feet firmly planted and his body moving like a galloping horse, Zhou Chen felt the fist strike that had abruptly stopped in front of him and frowned slightly.

He glanced at Zhang Dazhu, who had retreated again, then stretched out his right hand, extending a middle finger, and said disdainfully, "Come here!"

Zhang Dazhu was panting heavily, already having the intention to retreat.

Seeing Zhou Chen's behavior, and with Li Hui and Ma Er looking at him with suspicion, Zhou Chen was instantly enraged.

"what!"

Zhang Dazhu's eyes were bloodshot with rage. The secret technique that Li Xiong had instructed him to use only as a last resort suddenly activated.

In an instant, it felt as if a giant hammer had struck my heart; at the same time, a surge of vital energy pumped from my heart throughout my body.

Zhang Dazhu's face suddenly glowed red, and his body swelled up a bit more.

"Die!"

A punch came flying at Zhou Chen, who met it with his palm.

His body swayed slightly, dissipating most of the force of the punch.

Even so, the remaining force still sent him flying backward slightly.

With toes gripping the ground like an old tortoise clinging to a rock, he steadied himself, then with a sway of his waist, he returned to his original position.

At that moment, Zhang Dazhu's other punch arrived.

Having dealt with the first punch, Zhou Chen remained perfectly still and received every subsequent punch from Zhang Dazhu.

After a few breaths, Zhou Chen felt that Zhang Dazhu's fist strength was becoming weaker and weaker, almost no different from that of an ordinary person.

The next instant, he used one palm to block Zhang Dazhu's two fists, and then clenched his other fist and punched straight out.

boom!

Zhang Dazhu flew out like a tattered sack and crashed to the ground.

Zhang Dazhu, lying on the ground, kept coughing up blood, his eyes still bloodshot.

He kept scratching at the ground with his limbs, as if trying to find something to support him as he stood up.

Zhou Chen took a step forward.

He took a step forward, and Li Hui and Ma Er, who were terrified, took a step back.

Zhou Chen glanced at Li Hui and Ma Er, ignoring them completely, and walked up to Zhang Dazhu, knocking him unconscious with a chop to the back of the neck.

She immediately grabbed his clothes and threw him outside the door.

"Get lost..." Zhou Chen said, looking at Li Hui and Ma Erdao, whose pants were soaked.

"Still too weak!"

If someone comes to his door and tries to kill him, even if he wins, he can only endure it for the time being. What a humiliation that is.

"Li Xiong!" Zhou Chen clenched his fists, making cracking sounds, and silently murmured a name.

He glanced at the Zhenyue Stance, which had just gained two more points of proficiency, and then stood up again.

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Li Hui and Ma Er slunk out of the courtyard gate, only to see Zhang Dazhu lying limply on the ground, like a lump of mud.

"Brother Dazhu, are you alright?" After all, I was the one who called him here, and now that something has happened, I can't just leave him lying here forever.

Given the frigid weather outside at the onset of winter, even if Zhang Dazhu were a martial artist skilled in martial arts, he wouldn't fare well if he stayed here for the night.

Seeing that Zhang Dazhu did not respond, the two were filled with doubt and suspicion, but mustered their courage and walked forward.

At this moment, black blood slowly flowed from Zhang Dazhu's seven orifices, and his body twitched occasionally, indicating that he was not dead.

"Young Master Hui, when will your elder brother be able to return from the county town? If Zhang Dazhu doesn't receive treatment, I'm afraid he won't live much longer."

Ma Er glanced at Zhang Dazhu's miserable state, no longer daring to look directly at him, and whispered to Li Hui.

As Li Hui gestured for Ma Er to help him lift Zhang Dazhu's heavy body, he said, "He should be back tomorrow."

He stared at the tightly closed gate of the Zhou family mansion, his eyes darting around, when suddenly a cruel smile appeared on his face.