Martial Arts: Starting with Bajiquan, I will prove my divine power through the ultimate path!

At night, the rain didn't stop.

The damp air, mixed with rain and wind, drifted into the window, adding a touch of chill.

Boom!

A clap of thunder tore through the night rain, and the light shone on the face of the boy by the window, startling him from his reverie and silence.

He shook his head, banishing his thoughts, and continued wiping his wet hair with a dry cloth.

But his hair, soaked by the night rain, seemed to reflect an uncertain future, and he couldn't get it clean no matter what he did. In the end, he simply gave up on dealing with it, casually tossing the cloth onto the clothesline and letting his messy hair fall, obscuring his face, which was beginning to show its angular features.

"You forced me to do all of this."

Shi Wen silently recited.

He exhaled the chaotic emotions of his first murder with that breath.

With the help of the dim moonlight.

Shi Wen now had time to carefully count the spoils of war.

In addition to the three gold leaves and eighty taels of silver that were counted earlier, there were also more than ten shop deeds in the busiest area of ​​Taiping Lane, each of which could be exchanged for several hundred strings of cash.

This stack of land deeds could probably be exchanged for a hundred taels of silver.

"Unfortunately, it's not convenient to deal with the land title right now. Let's see how to handle it later."

Shi Wen shook his head and continued counting.

Separate items such as wound medicine and bruise medicine.

There are 10 tubes of the blood-nourishing paste, but the quality is poor.

There wasn't much dried beast meat, only three pounds. It wasn't as filling as his raw stone meat. It seems that Senior Brother Yan's value is still rising.

After sorting the various items...

In Shi Wen's hand appeared a thin parchment, on which were drawn many pictures of little figures practicing martial arts, as well as some training methods.

"Iron Whip Kick?"

This was the first time he had ever seen martial arts other than the basic skills of Bajiquan.

After reading the entire "Iron Whip Leg" manual, Shi Wen decided to practice this external martial art.

Bajiquan's basic skills are for close-range explosive attacks, but it lacks long-range attack methods. Iron Whip Kick, on the other hand, is achieved by systematically training the leg to increase its hardness, thus enabling explosive attacks that can injure opponents.

If one cultivates to a high level, one can break stone tablets and split wooden stakes with iron legs without using one's qi and blood, making one extremely powerful!

"Legs as strong as iron rods, and movements as swift as the wind. If I could master this skill, it would be a good way to defend myself."

Shi Wen read "Iron Whip Leg" several times.

He observed the Ultimate Seal and indeed found that new martial arts techniques had appeared within it.

【Extreme Seal】

[Bajiquan Basic Skills for Beginners: Minor Success (2/100), Characteristic: Penetrating Power]

[Iron Whip Leg: Not even a beginner (0/1)]

The Iron Whip Kick doesn't have many moves; it emphasizes horizontal leg training and repeated kicks, but these require additional materials or extensive practice.

This method has many flaws and few moves.

If it is used with caution, its power will be greatly reduced, but it has its own advantages and disadvantages compared to the basic skills of Bajiquan.

Let's practice again tomorrow.

Shi Wen returned to bed and fell asleep immediately.

Perhaps too many things happened that night, giving birth to martial arts masters, and leading to murder...

A series of events left him somewhat agitated, and he remained drowsy throughout the night, occasionally waking until the sun was high in the sky before fully waking.

Shi Wen quietly tidied up the room and ate breakfast.

Eating dried meat helps maintain bodily functions and nourishes the blood and qi.

During this time, Shi Wen couldn't help but sigh.

"Martial artists are truly a bottomless pit. Before, I could feel full after eating a few pieces of jerky, but now I have to eat at least half a pound of jerky at each meal to feel full."

"Indeed, martial arts training is a huge money-devouring beast."

He took stock and found that of the five jin of dried meat he had bought yesterday, less than three jin remained, and there were only two strips of blood-nourishing paste left. It was simply not enough to eat.

Even with the dried meat that Boss Chen gave us, it would probably only last for a few days.

"Fortunately, Boss Chen is a good person, and he even gave me money to buy dried meat."

Shi Wen stuffed the silver notes, silver coins, and dried meat into the basket, then carried the basket out to the boxing academy to practice his skills.

But when I walked outside to the roadside, I heard a murmur of conversation.

"Have you heard? The leader of the thieves' gang, Chen Shuisheng, is dead. He died in Ghost Alley!"

"I've heard about it too. Ghost Alley is a dangerous place. It's been haunted for a long time, and now even Chen Shuisheng died there. It's really too eerie. I heard that Chen Shuisheng was also a martial artist!"

"What exactly is going on?"

"I heard from the gang members on the outskirts that when someone patrolled Ghost Alley this morning, there was blood everywhere. Following the trail, they found Chen Shuisheng. Apparently, some monster bit through his neck, tore his chest, and his intestines were spilling out. He died a horrible death!"

"I never expected that Boss Chen, who had been so powerful for so long, would die like this."

"The gang has now taken over Taiping Alley, who knows what will happen in the future..."

The neighbors' discussions were filled with shock, but also with deep anxiety about the future.

When Shi Wen passed by, all the discussions ceased.

All eyes were on him, and a woman in her fifties chuckled and said, "Ah Wen, going to practice martial arts again?"

When she smiled, many people smiled back.

It's just unclear whether these are kind smiles or sarcastic smiles.

"Yes, Aunt Chen, you haven't gone to work yet today?" Shi Wen nodded in response, seemingly unaware of anything amiss.

"The gang is adjusting its fee collection points right now, and some workshops haven't even had time to start operations yet," Aunt Chen said with a smile. "Practice your martial arts well, Wen. Maybe one day our street will produce its own martial artist!"

"OK."

Shi Wen turned and left, carrying the basket, his demeanor calm and serene.

Where is the ruthless look he had when he killed Chen Shuisheng last night?

He hadn't gone very far.

The neighbors started laughing at it all at once.

"This kid is getting sillier and sillier. He didn't even realize you were being sarcastic, Aunt Chen. Being a martial artist isn't easy. The previous bandit gang only had one martial artist, and that was the dead Boss Chen!"

"He was desperate and grasped at straws. He was chosen by the Red Lantern Gang to go to Dragon Sorrow Gorge to worship the Dragon God, so he wanted to run away and practice martial arts to get rid of it. But if practicing martial arts were that easy, there would be martial artists everywhere."

"It's a waste of money. Old Shi isn't thinking straight either. We should have used the money for the apprenticeship to find a way to ensure that Awen has a lineage. If the son is gone, the money will be gone too."

"Don't be a good person in chaotic times. I heard that the family that A-Wen saved is quite wealthy. They haven't come to visit for so long. They're probably ungrateful."

"I heard that Lao Shi had a falling out with his family and severed ties with them in order to get back the money he had borrowed from them. He even went to the government office to have it notarized. When Awen dies, his family will be left destitute. I really don't know how they will survive."

"What a waste of money..."

Everyone laughed.

When they see someone living a less fortunate life than themselves, they adopt a condescending attitude and criticize them in various ways.

This was the only pastime I could find when I was bored and poor.

"How can you learn martial arts if you don't have money? I have a relative who lives on Fulin Street. His family is well-off and can earn several dozen strings of cash a year. But for some reason, his son insisted on learning martial arts. And do you know how much money martial arts training costs?"

A tall, thin woman with prominent cheekbones noticed that everyone's eyes were on her.

He subconsciously raised his head and sneered, "The meat of exotic beasts, specially used to nourish bones and muscles, costs at least 3 strings of cash per pound!"

Wow!

These words shocked the neighbors present.

Three strings of cash for a pound of meat?

They work like crazy for a month and still can't earn 3 strings of cash. Pork is only about 100 copper coins a pound now, but the meat used to nourish blood costs 3 strings of cash a pound.

"Heh, what's this? You think it's over already?"

The woman with high cheekbones said, "There are also medicinal baths, liniments, powders, ointments, and you have to eat and drink plenty of meat and fish to nourish your body, otherwise your body will be deficient and the consequences will be dire!"

"My relative's kid, in order to become a martial artist, I heard he forced a breakthrough, and apparently it caused him to lose energy and become disabled. The tall, strong young man he used to be can't lift heavy objects now, and he sweats after walking just a few steps. He's completely ruined!!"

Upon hearing this, everyone broke out in a cold sweat.

Who would have thought that practicing martial arts could lead to disability?

"Heh, that's why Ah Wen is so unrealistic. He wants to practice martial arts, but even without the Dragon King Festival incident, he wouldn't have succeeded!"

The woman with high cheekbones spoke with certainty, as if she could already foresee the ending…

Boxing academy.

After a while, Shi Wen practiced his skills in a corner.

And you know what? After becoming a Blood Tempering stage martial artist, his training speed increased significantly.

In the morning, Shi Wen increased his proficiency by 6 points.

That makes sense. Basic skills are nothing more than repeatedly practicing those moves. He became a Blood Tempering stage martial artist, and his strength and endurance were much stronger than before.

Practicing the exercises repeatedly is nothing more than a process of tempering the body and strengthening the body's Qi and blood through training.

With improved foundation, the speed of skill practice will naturally increase.

Of course, if you don't eat enough, you will also suffer from weakness of qi and blood and physical deficiency.

At present, Shi Wen is practicing boxing. He is as still as a virgin and as swift as a rabbit. When he walks and practices his boxing moves, each punch carries a sound of cutting through the air. His breathing is like the roar of a tiger or a beast. The sound is very loud!

If Yan Kai were to see Shi Wen practicing his boxing, he would be utterly shocked.

His family is wealthy, and it took a lot of money to cultivate his vitality in just one and a half months, followed by six months of honing his skills, before he could achieve this level of prowess.

But Shi Wen has only been here for a few days!

Even if one becomes a Blood Tempering stage martial artist, can one cultivate such power?

"Junior Brother Shi, you've practiced quite well today. How about we exchange a few moves?"

A burst of laughter rang out; it was Li Tiezhu who had arrived.

"Okay." Shi Wen nodded in agreement.

The two then practiced their boxing techniques in the open space.

However, after only a short while of sparring, Li Tiezhu was drenched in sweat and trembling with fear, and dared not continue after a while.

"Stop, stop, stop! We're not fighting anymore! We're not fighting anymore!"

Li Tiezhu shouted loudly, panting, "Junior brother, how come your fist technique is so fierce and powerful? It's much stronger than before! Fighting you feels like sparring with those Blood Tempering stage senior brothers; I could be killed by you at any moment!"

As he spoke, he looked at Shi Wen with suspicion and uncertainty.

A hint of doubt flashed in his eyes.

It seemed that Junior Brother Shi looked more robust and a little taller.

Recalling the chilling feeling he had during their sparring session, Li Tiezhu whispered, "Junior Brother Shi, you didn't actually cultivate your own internal energy, did you?"