Ultimate True Lord

"Croak!"

Fang Heng's frog-like scream was only half-finished when it was forcefully slapped back down by a fist.

One punch landed, and he saw stars and his brow split open.

Two punches later, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen; he was barely breathing.

Three punches later, his legs kicked out, and he was dead.

Only when Fang Heng was beyond dead did Jiang Ming slowly withdraw his fist. He took a deep breath of the bloody air, feeling inexplicably excited.

He felt that all his frustration and resentment had been released by those punches, and all his anger and frustration had been directed at Fang Heng, leaving him feeling completely vented.

"call."

Jiang Ming exhaled a long breath of hot air.

He moved swiftly and without hesitation, wrapping Fang Heng's body in the blood-stained blankets to make it easier to move.

Then, Jiang Ming picked up a gray package from the bedside table. Inside was a purple box and a heavy money bag.

He opened the purple box, took a gentle sniff, and an extremely strong medicinal smell wafted out.

This was the half of the blood medicine that Fang Heng had obtained.

"Senior Brother Fang, I'll gladly accept this half of the Blood Medicine. Consider it payment for taking good care of you tonight."

Jiang Ming stuffed the box into his inner pocket. He was about to pick up the bedding and turn to leave when he suddenly turned back and carefully checked the bed.

In the corner, there was a large part of the character "江" (Jiang) carved out with fingernails, crooked and almost completely formed.

Jiang Ming remained expressionless and simply wiped away the traces. After checking several times to make sure everything was in order, he picked up the bedding and hoisted it onto his shoulder.

They left the courtyard and disappeared into the darkness.

Half an hour later.

Plop!

Fang Heng's body was thrown directly into the Mu River, drifting along the river at night, quickly heading out of the city.

This is the perfect place to destroy the evidence.

Jiang Ming walked along the river in the night, the moonlight shining on him, the tinkling of the water in his ears, and a strange sense of peace settled over him.

Jiang Ming looked down at his hands. The bloodstains had been washed away by the river, but there still seemed to be a salty, fishy smell between his fingers.

A thought flickered in his mind, and he recalled killing Fang Heng a few minutes earlier. The other man was almost completely broken down, terrified and helpless, babbling incoherently. Yet, at that time, he had strangely enjoyed it.

"I seem to really enjoy seeing people look scared, and I really enjoy seeing them break down in front of me. Is that normal?"

I... seem to have a slightly abnormal mentality.

Jiang Ming took a deep breath. He could sense that he didn't actually enjoy killing Fang Heng, but rather he enjoyed seeing the other man's emotional breakdown under the pressure of death.

He seemed to derive a strange pleasure from the other person's fear, a feeling akin to taking a drug, somewhat addictive.

"This mentality is too vile and twisted."

Jiang Ming thought to himself silently.

He inexplicably transmigrated to this world, a chaotic place where people were suffering and the surrounding environment became more and more difficult and dangerous each month.

He practiced his skills relentlessly every day, daring not to slack off in the slightest. His nerves were so taut, it felt as if a whip was constantly lashing him from behind.

Jiang Ming dared not stop, dared not show weakness.

This kind of pressure may not be outwardly apparent, but it slowly distorts his psyche, making him increasingly extreme.

Jiang Ming immediately became wary.

We cannot allow such thoughts to run rampant.

He had to find some safe and discreet ways to periodically release the darkness that had accumulated in his heart.

If you keep suppressing it, sooner or later you will lose control.

……

……

Early the next morning.

Hongsha Martial Arts School, inner courtyard.

More and more formal disciples came in and gathered together. They whispered among themselves and discussed the matter.

Yesterday at dusk, Fang Heng was severely injured by a mysterious person, and by evening, the news of his sudden disappearance had spread far and wide.

A strong disciple named Zhou Ping said to the person next to him, "I guess this was most likely done by the Hengjiang Fist gang. We just finished a duel with them, and it was a draw, and then this Fang Heng thing happened."

On one side, a tall man immediately retorted.

"It doesn't seem like it. Last night, Master Liu personally went to Hengjiang Boxing Gym with his second and third senior brothers to confront them. The gym owner also personally showed up. How could he possibly have sent someone to harm Junior Brother Fang at the same time..."

"Hey." Zhou Ping shook his head and chuckled, "How do you know this isn't a diversionary tactic? They might have calculated that our main force wouldn't be there, and that's why they made their move at that time."

In the crowd, someone lowered their voice and began to speak, trying to guess what was going on.

"I feel that the one who seriously injured Fang Heng might be Shen Zhou of Hengjiang Fist. Yesterday, during the sparring match between the two sides, Fang Heng's opponent, a female martial artist named Shen Rou, was directly injured by Fang Heng."

"I heard that this Shen Rou is Shen Zhou's cousin."

Inside the inner courtyard, various opinions were being discussed, and the chattering noise could be heard even in the outer courtyard.

"despair."

At the entrance of the courtyard, a figure dressed in coarse cloth and shorts walked in slowly. Jiang Ming glanced at the noisy inner courtyard, his brows furrowed in surprise.

"What's going on now? Why is it so lively?"

He stepped inside, his expression slightly puzzled.

Chen Yu, who was standing next to him, leaned closer and whispered, "Fang Heng is in trouble."

Jiang Ming didn't stop walking, and said in a calm and natural tone, "I know that. He was seriously injured last night. Didn't Master Liu take some people to Hengjiang Boxing Gym to demand an explanation?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Yu shook his head and explained the real reason.

"That's not all. Just last night, Fang Heng suddenly disappeared. He's completely vanished, and it's likely he's in grave danger."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Ming suddenly paused.

He turned his head quickly, a look of astonishment and surprise flashing across his face, his eyes widening slightly: "What? Missing?"

"Mm." Chen Yu nodded.

"Fang Heng was seriously injured. Wasn't he being looked after by the disciples of the martial arts school? How could he have disappeared?" Jiang Ming asked, puzzled.

"Senior Brother Cao and Senior Brother Wang went back to the martial arts school one after the other to get bandages and topical medicine. In the few minutes they went back and forth, I guess some thugs took the opportunity to do so," Chen Yu replied.

"Oh, I see. That's incredibly careless."

Jiang Ming shook his head with some regret: "If my two senior brothers had stayed at Fang Heng's house, Fang Heng probably wouldn't have been in any trouble. That thug definitely wouldn't have dared to make a move. They were just too careless..."

"Yes," Chen Yu sighed.

"If you ask me, Fang Heng himself bears 30% of the blame for what happened. He was too arrogant and reckless in his daily life, and he was bound to get his comeuppance." Wen Jin walked over from not far away and said with mixed emotions.

He wasn't as gloating as he had been last time. After all, Fang Heng was, after all, a disciple of the Red Sand Martial Arts School. His sudden serious injury and disappearance within a single day inevitably caused a sense of shared sorrow among his fellow disciples.

"So, it's important to keep a low profile in daily life and not to flaunt your achievements all the time. The more high-profile you are, the more enemies you'll make, and the greater the chance of something unexpected happening to you."

"Sometimes when nobody cares, you can actually take the initiative."

Wen Jin felt inexplicably emotional.

Beside him, Jiang Ming, who was usually taciturn, nodded slightly, his face lowered, his entire face hidden in shadow.

No one around could see what his expression was like.