Martial arts immortality begins with upgrading buildings.

"court death!"

Chen Kui reacted quickly, immediately closing his eyes and backing away.

But stone dust is everywhere, and quite a bit of it still got into his eyes.

He felt a burning pain in his eyes, and his vision was completely blurred.

Seizing this brief opening, Chen Qing unleashed his critical strike talent with all his might, his right leg lashing out like a venomous dragon from its lair, delivering a vicious kick to Chen Kui's groin!

At the same time, he also used his blood clotting talent, and the blood-red blade pierced through the cloth shoe, protruding more than an inch.

After breaking through to the Martial Master level, his physical strength surged again, and he could even crush a hard bluestone slab with a single step.

With his power increased three times to his limit, the force of this kick would be unbearable even for Chen Kui, a martial arts master.

What's more, there was a blood-red blade on the toe of his foot, as sharp as a steel knife.

With his view obstructed, Chen Kui didn't even notice Chen Qing's kick.

The sharp, blood-red blade, carrying immense, destructive force, pierced deeply into Chen Kui's groin!

"what!"

Chen Kui let out a piercing scream, feeling a sharp pain in his lower body, and his whole body instantly curled up like a shrimp.

But he was a seasoned martial artist, and despite the excruciating pain, his right hand instinctively reached for the short sword at his waist.

However, Chen Qing was even faster.

Taking advantage of the moment Chen Kui bent over, he suddenly thrust out his left hand, and that thin, cicada-wing-like blade of qi and blood reappeared on his fingernail, slashing fiercely toward Chen Kui's eyes!

laugh!

Two streaks of blood splattered as Chen Kui's eyelids and eyeballs were cleanly severed, and blood instantly smeared his entire face.

"Ah! I'll kill you!"

Chen Kui drew his short sword and swung it wildly, but since he was blind, he could only slash randomly based on his senses.

Chen Qing dodged the blade, lunged forward, and brought his right index and middle fingers together. He activated his Blood Coagulation talent once more, and the blood and qi at his fingertips instantly condensed into a needle as thin as a cow's hair, which pierced into Chen Kui's heart!

puff!

The sharp needle pierced his heart, and Chen Kui froze, the short knife in his hand clattering to the ground.

He opened his mouth, making a few muffled gurgling sounds in his throat. Blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, his body swayed, and he collapsed to the ground with a thud.

Chen Qing gasped for breath and then injected Chen Kui's heart with several more needles until the other man was completely still, before finally letting out a sigh of relief.

Without delay, he squatted down and quickly searched Chen Kui's body.

First, he took out a booklet with the words "Wind God Leg" written on it from his chest, and then he took out a small cloth bag from his waist. When he opened it, there were more than twenty silver dollars inside.

Then they pulled out some bottles and jars.

Chen Qing threw everything into the cultivation room, stood up, picked up the few silver coins and the short knife scattered on the ground, and put them into the cultivation room.

Then they dragged Chen Kui's body into the roadside bushes and covered it with some dry grass.

After doing all this, he took a deep breath, a murderous glint flashing in his eyes.

"Qin Gen, it's your turn next!"

Since his awakening of his innate wisdom, the only person he has ever provoked is Qin Gen.

The martial arts master in front of me is definitely someone Qin Gen hired.

With his current strength, seven or eight ordinary people wouldn't be able to protect Qin Gen.

"It's time to get rid of this trouble."

Chen Qing dusted himself off and strode towards the dock.

The energy depleted after using the Critical Strike talent is quickly restored under the Repair talent.

......

At the Micangdu Wharf, in Qin Gen's residence.

Qin Gen leaned back leisurely in his armchair, holding a pipe in his hand, puffing out clouds of smoke.

As darkness fell outside the window, he felt exceptionally cheerful.

"That little brat Chen Qing is probably already meeting his maker by now."

He squinted, his face full of contentment.

"Once news of Chen Kui arrives, I won't have to stay cooped up in this dilapidated courtyard anymore. Tomorrow, I'll go to Tianxiang Tower to listen to some music and then have two girls give me a massage. I've been so bored these past few days."

Qin Gen puffed on his cigarette, indulging in a blissful fantasy.

Just then, a commotion suddenly arose outside the courtyard.

"What happened?"

Qin Gen frowned and put down his pipe.

The door was suddenly pushed open, and Liu Laizi stumbled in, his face deathly pale, and hurriedly said:

"Master Qin, something terrible has happened! The Tongfu Gang has attacked, saying they want to seize our dock, and they've even sent martial arts instructors! Steward Wang is gathering the brothers, preparing for a fierce battle with them."

"What?"

Qin Gen suddenly stood up, his expression changing drastically.

Although he was a member of the Yihe Gang, he was only a minor leader on the outer perimeter, responsible for collecting the dock's commission and then handing it over to Wang Kun, the deacon of the Yihe Gang's Flying Eagle Hall, who was in charge of the dock.

Gang fights and martial arts masters battling are deadly matters; how could a nobody like him dare to get involved?

Liu Laizi panicked and asked in a trembling voice, "Master Qin, what should we do?"

"Let's go, take a few brothers and make a show of things at the docks. If a fight breaks out, don't rush in. If things get bad, run! Survival is the most important thing!"

Qin Gen gritted his teeth, stood up, and said.

"Alright, we'll do as Master Qin says."

Liu Laizi's face turned ashen, and he nodded repeatedly.

The two walked out of the main hall, called over a few brothers who were guarding the courtyard, and were about to leave when they suddenly stopped.

There was another person in the courtyard at some point.

The man was dressed in gray cloth, tall, and his face was covered with a black cloth, revealing only a pair of cold, eerie eyes.

"Who do you think you are?!"

Qin Gen subconsciously took a step back, hiding behind several of his men, and loudly questioned them.

"The people who came to kill you."

The masked man spoke slowly, his voice icy.

"Kill me? What arrogance!"

Qin Gen sneered, pointed at the masked man, and shouted sharply, "Kill him!"

Seven or eight henchmen grabbed their machetes and pounced on him.

The burly man at the front raised his knife and slashed straight at the masked man's head.

The masked man dodged to the side, and the blade grazed his shoulder, missing its mark.

The burly man lost his balance and stumbled forward. Before he could regain his footing, a foot had already kicked him in the chest.

The dull thud of breaking ribs rang out, and the big man flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing into the courtyard wall. Blood gushed from his mouth as he slid down.

The others hesitated for a moment, but relying on their numbers, they gritted their teeth and charged forward.

One of the men, wielding an iron rod, swung it around and smashed it down on the masked man's head.

The masked man raised his left hand, his five fingers gripping the iron rod like iron pincers.

The man tried to pull it back, but it was as if it had been welded shut and wouldn't budge.

The masked man pulled hard, dragging the man and his stick towards him. He then threw a punch at the man's face, causing his entire face to cave in, blood to splatter everywhere, and he fell backward to the ground.

Seeing this, the remaining people were so frightened that their legs went weak and they turned to run away.

The masked man moved like a ghost, catching up with them in a few leaps.

In just a dozen breaths, seven or eight corpses appeared in the courtyard.

Blood meandered across the blue brick floor, appearing particularly glaring under the glow of the sunset.

"Please, sir, spare my life! I have money in my house, take it all, just please don't kill me! I'll kowtow to you!"

Qin Gen knelt down with a thud, his face ashen, and large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.

Liu Laizi was even more distraught, collapsing to the ground with his crotch soaked.

"Do you have money?"

The masked man looked at Liu Laizi.

Liu Laizi hurriedly pulled a handful of copper coins from his pocket.

"That's too little!"

The masked man reached out and grabbed Liu Laizi by the neck, twisting it gently.

With a sharp crack, Liu Laizi's neck twisted, and he instantly died.

The masked man looked at the trembling Qin Gen and said coldly, "Give me all your money, and I might spare your life."

"I'll go get it right away."

Liu Laizi stood up shakily, strode into the house, and took out a small wooden box from a hidden compartment under the bed.

Then he took a key hanging from a rope from his neck and unlocked the wooden box.