Ultimate True Lord

In the crooked and twisted alleyway.

Jiang Ming lowered his body and walked steadily, using the shadows of the houses on both sides as cover, and quickly walked towards the Red Sand Martial Arts School.

He didn't originally intend to do it this way; once he committed murder, there would be risks if the matter were exposed.

However, the conditions for activating the Primal Furnace were far too stringent, and no one else was willing to teach him martial arts. In addition, the martial arts school was pressed for time, with less than four months remaining.

Forced by various circumstances, he reluctantly took action out of sheer desperation.

"Sigh." Jiang Ming sighed.

He was originally just an ordinary person with no strength to even kill a chicken, but unexpectedly, in just half a year since he transmigrated, he has already taken two lives.

"Now that we have this martial art, we must focus on practicing it. We must not take any more risks and kill anyone in the near future."

Jiang Ming warned himself as he turned and walked out of the alley.

In the distance of the narrow alley, a man in gray approached. He was tall, with a scar on his brow and a fierce look on his face. He swayed as he walked slowly, casually glancing at the houses on either side.

As the two drew closer, the man in gray suddenly fixed his gaze on Jiang Ming.

Seeing his slightly hunched posture, his subtly unnatural expression, and the slight bulge in his chest, and noticing his timid and easily bullied appearance in the dim light of the alley, the man immediately stepped in front of him, blocking his path with a cold grin.

"Hey kid, what are you hiding in your clothes? Take it out and let me see."

Jiang Ming paused, his face instantly contorted with panic.

His face, still that of a seventeen-year-old boy, was filled with panic, and he exuded fear and unease. He looked like an honest and simple child.

He instinctively pressed his hand to the bulge in his chest, his voice trembling as he protested, "N-nothing...it's just some cakes I bought for my mother..."

The man in gray scoffed, his face full of disbelief, and shouted sharply, "Who are you trying to fool!"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly reached out and grabbed Jiang Ming's wrist, which was pressed against his chest, and pulled it outwards violently.

Unexpectedly, with this pull, a large cloud of snow-white dust suddenly rose from Jiang Ming's palm. The lime rushed towards him, exploded in the air, and spread wildly.

"Bang!"

The lime was immediately smeared into the gray-clad man's eyes.

"Whoosh!"

At the same time, Jiang Ming made a move and, without hesitation, delivered a groin kick.

At the critical moment, the man in gray reacted extremely quickly, suddenly turning his head to dodge. Although his right eye was hit by the lime spray, his left eye was narrowly spared.

He endured the burning pain and relied on his seasoned combat experience to retreat quickly, narrowly avoiding Jiang Ming's vicious and cunning groin kick.

The next instant, he opened only his left eye and threw out both fists simultaneously, striking Jiang Ming with considerable skill. Clearly, this gray-clad man had also practiced martial arts.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The fist landed heavily, colliding with the calloused palm. Jiang Ming used his Red Sand Palm to block and deflect the opponent's fist.

The two were evenly matched in strength, with neither having an overwhelming advantage.

The next moment, Jiang Ming shifted his feet and quickly rushed to the right of the gray-clad man. A glint flashed in his eyes, and taking advantage of the man's limited vision on one side, he struck him hard in the right abdomen with a palm.

"mean!"

The man in gray turned his head sharply, only able to see the trajectory of Jiang Ming's punch with his right eye. He hurriedly threw a punch, barely managing to block Jiang Ming's arm.

But at that moment, Jiang Ming's other hand struck out, landing heavily on his left shoulder with a muffled thud.

"Ta-da!"

The strong man in gray took two steps back before regaining his footing.

Jiang Ming lunged forward again, kicking the lame man's crippled leg once more. He then threw a punch, aiming at the gray-clad man's right eye.

"Damn it!"

The man in gray had no choice but to quickly turn his head, his left eye fixed on Jiang Ming's fist. He raised both arms simultaneously to block.

However, with a soft "poof," Jiang Ming's fist, which had been aimed at the gray-clad man's right eye, suddenly opened, and a handful of white ash exploded. The punch had been a feint, intended to cripple the gray-clad man's other eye.

"what!"

The man in gray screamed again. This time, he wasn't so lucky; his left eye was also blinded.

His eyes were burning hot and watering, and he closed them tightly, unable to see the scene around him at all.

"call!"

From the left, it seemed as if a strong gust of wind was attacking.

The man in gray whirled around, yelling as he threw punches with all his might. However, five or six powerful blows landed on nothing but air. He instantly realized he'd been tricked.

"call!"

Suddenly, a strong gust of wind swept in from the right.

The man in gray hesitated slightly, and as a result, he was struck squarely in the chest. The dull thud of the blow caused a burning pain in his chest. If he hadn't retreated quickly, the blow would have hit his neck instead.

"Whoosh!" Another gust of wind came.

The man in gray threw a punch without hesitation, but missed. His heart skipped a beat; it was another feint.

At this moment, the gray-clad man's vision was obstructed, putting him in an extremely passive situation.

Jiang Ming's attacks were a mix of feints and real attacks, repeated several times. This left Jiang Ming drenched in sweat, panting heavily, and having exhausted most of his strength.

"call!"

Another gust of wind swept in, heading straight for his face.

"ah!!!"

The man in gray roared in frustration, wildly swinging his fists forward.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, a hand appeared on his left temple and slammed down hard.

With a whoosh, the man in gray felt dizzy and lightheaded, and warm blood flowed from his ears. He staggered uncontrollably to the other side.

"Bang! Bang!"

Jiang Ming remained expressionless, throwing another punch and a palm strike. One landed on his temple, the other on the back of his head, the force as heavy as a pendulum.

"Thump!"

The man in gray could no longer support himself and collapsed heavily to the ground. Warm liquid flowing from his ears and nose formed a puddle of blood on the ground.

"Hehehe..."

The man in gray twitched slightly, a dying struggle escaping his throat. He regretfully raised his bloodshot eyes, but could only vaguely make out a scarlet figure slowly walking towards him, seemingly carrying a brick in its hand.

"I didn't want to kill anyone, you forced me to."

"It's not my fault. Blame yourself for being greedy and trying to take my things."

The wiry figure muttered to himself, then raised the brick high and smashed it down in the moonlight, splattering blood everywhere.

"Bang bang bang!"

To conceal his identity, and just to be on the safe side, Jiang Ming used bricks to smash every part of the gray-clad man's corpse that had been struck by his palm prints. He continued until the flesh was a bloody mess, making it impossible to discern the martial arts techniques used.

"Another one!"

After searching the corpse, a manual with slightly bloodstained edges was quickly found. This could be considered a small compensation from the gray-clad man for breaking Jiang Ming's recently established killing spree.

"For the next period of time, don't go anywhere. Just stay in the Red Sand Martial Arts School and practice. The Gray-Clad Gang has lost two of their martial arts-skilled thugs, so they will definitely do everything they can to find the real culprit. I need to lay low for a while."

Jiang Ming quickly got up, took the weapon brick he had casually picked up from a broken wall, and disappeared into the darkness, heading towards the Red Sand Martial Arts School.

Halfway there, the brick was thrown into a stinking latrine.