Gou Zai Wudao Shicheng Dao

Five days later, the night was as dark as ink, and the moonlight was bright.

Fang Xia walked steadily home.

His thoughts drifted to Sanyang Hall, and a smile curved his lips.

"Lu Sheng's stance training has also reached a minor level, two days later than mine."

He has the physique of a high-grade bone marrow, comes from a wealthy family, and his family is willing to use precious meat to nourish his body, so it is reasonable that he has made such progress.

As for Meng Zhang and Zhang Yuan, with their below-average aptitude and lack of resources, it will take them at least another half month to achieve even a minor success in stance training.

In this comparison, Fang Xia felt the importance of resources even more.

However, none of them can compare to himself.

Thinking of this, Fang Xia looked inward at himself, and the golden words "Great Talent Comes Late" appeared in his mind.

[Destiny: Late bloomer!]

[Sanyang Zhuang Minor Success (16/100)]

[Qingyang Palm Basics (11/100)]

[Body Tempering Realm: Skin Barrier - Initial Stage of Bullhide (21/100)]

Looking at the values ​​on the 'panel', Fang Xia was filled with mixed emotions.

In these five days, both the stance training and palm techniques have made considerable progress.

The fastest improvement was in the Body Tempering Realm, which increased by 16 points in one go.

This speed is inseparable from the nourishment of the 'Great Azure Dragon's' precious meat.

"Sure enough, if you lack the foundation, you can make up for it with resources."

Even with arduous training, ordinary martial artists of grade C innate talent would find it difficult to achieve such a leap in their cultivation level.

This is the power of resources, and also the terrifying aspect of scions of powerful and wealthy families...

After a moment of reflection, Fang Xia's aura suddenly hardened, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes.

After entering the Body Tempering Stage, his five senses far surpassed those of ordinary people.

With a slight twitch of the ear, I caught sight of three obscure figures behind me.

Their breaths were ragged, and their malice was undisguised.

"My five senses have become so much more acute. In the past, I might not have been able to detect such a subtle spying."

The spying from behind made Fang Xia feel like she had a thorn in her side, something she couldn't shake off.

He was prepared.

These past few days, whether on my way home or near Sanyangtang,

He could always sense a subtle, imperceptible spying, but the other party never showed up.

Fang Xia's mind is as clear as a mirror.

I have never offended anyone, nor have I infringed upon anyone's interests.

The only person with a past grudge against the Fang family and a motive to harm him is Peng Biao of the Black Tiger Gang.

But Peng Biao would never personally get involved!

Peng Biao was wary of the Demon Suppression Division and knew about his elder brother's relationship with the Demon Suppression Division.

He dared not show himself easily, lest he attract trouble.

Such covert and furtive spying could only come from Huang Laizi.

Fang Xia sneered inwardly; Huang Laizi was far more destructive than Peng Biao.

Peng Biao held a high position and was very powerful, but there were many things to be wary of.

But people like Huang Laizi, with their worthless lives, don't know the value of things and have no scruples whatsoever.

Once they go crazy, they're capable of anything.

Fang Xia wasn't afraid; if left unchecked, it would eventually affect her family.

My mother, eldest brother, sister-in-law, and younger sister—they cannot afford the slightest mishap.

"For the sake of my family, I must settle this matter myself."

Moreover, martial arts training takes place amidst battles and killings...

Being cautious is not cowardice.

"If we don't act, we don't act at all; but once we do, it must be swift and decisive, leaving no room for future trouble."

Fang Xia clenched his fists, a murderous intent rising in his heart.

It was this murderous intent that made him "forget himself while practicing his boxing" today, and return home under the moonlight.

"arrive."

Fang Xia looked up and saw that the streets and alleys in front of her were crisscrossing, and that was Anrong Street.

This is the slum in the north of the city, and it's also the place he has to pass through on his way home.

Side houses stand tall on both sides of the street, and the winding side roads are like a maze.

It is the perfect place for an ambush, and also the perfect place for... a counterattack.

As you walk deeper into Anrong Street, the alleyways become narrow and winding, with crooked mud-brick houses on both sides emitting a sour and musty smell.

Fang Xia did not stop walking, but her ear twitched slightly.

Not far behind, three barely audible, chaotic footsteps clung to the darkness like maggots clinging to a bone.

"We can't let it get to our doorstep! We have to clean it up here, or there will be endless trouble!"

In a flash, his figure blurred and disappeared around the corner of the alley.

A few low gasps and hurried footsteps came from behind.

"Split up and chase him! Don't let this kid get away!" Huang Laizi's low, hoarse voice rang out, tinged with anxiety.

He signaled Shadow Three and Ma Seven to flank from the left and right respectively.

He gripped the short knife at his waist tightly, held his breath, and moved forward step by step along the main alley where Fang Xia had disappeared, like a seasoned hyena.

Fang Xia had not gone far.

He pressed himself against the cold, damp wall, suppressing his aura and blending into the shadows.

"The three of them... Huang Laizi is the most troublesome; we need to deal with him first."

Those two are useless, but we can't let them escape and report back.

Fang Xia quietly took out a paper packet from her bosom, which contained carefully prepared lime powder.

With his other hand, he gripped the heavy iron rod tightly.

Huang Laizi paused slightly at the corner and listened intently.

On the dimly lit street, Huang Laizi was extra careful.

He scanned the surroundings with his peripheral vision, not even missing a crack in the wall.

He was cautious and meticulous throughout his life.

He managed to rise from a street beggar to a minor leader in the Black Tiger Gang.

It is this ingrained caution that makes it possible.

The grudges he's accumulated over the years are enough to kill him dozens of times over.

If he hadn't been so cautious, he would have died a violent death in the street long ago.

The surroundings were deathly silent, with only the faint barking of dogs and the sound of the wind in the distance.

His tense nerves relaxed for a moment.

Right at that very moment!

"Meow!" A shrill meow suddenly rang out from the low wall above!

Huang Laizi subconsciously looked up, his pupils suddenly contracting!

A cloud of white smoke instantly billowed out, obscuring the view.

"Oh no!" Huang Laizi's hair stood on end, and a strong sense of crisis instantly overwhelmed him.

He instinctively raised his hand to block, but it was too late.

The lime smoke stung his eyes, causing excruciating pain and blurring his vision instantly.

Despite being tricked, Huang Laizi immediately took the correct approach and struggled to escape sideways.

Unfortunately, we were a beat too slow!

"Pfft! Pfft!" Two steel needles coated with poison shot towards Huang Laizi's throat and heart with a whooshing sound!

Fang Xia's attack was ruthless, aiming to kill with a single blow!

However, Huang Laizi had managed to survive in the lower ranks of the Black Tiger Gang for many years, which meant he had his own ways of protecting himself.

In the midst of excruciating pain, he instinctively twisted his body!

"Ding!" The steel needle aimed at his heart was deflected by his soft armor, leaving only a shallow blood hole on his shoulder.

But the needle that was aimed at his throat instead pierced his left eye as he turned his head!

"Aww!"

An even more piercing scream rang out, and Huang Laizi's left eye instantly became a bloody hole.

The excruciating pain drove him almost insane.

He abruptly pulled the steel needle out of his eye socket, and blood mixed with other fluids spurted out, making him look like a vengeful ghost.

"Damn it! Soft armor!"

Fang Xia felt a chill run down her spine and cursed him inwardly as "despicable".

Without the slightest hesitation, he raised the iron rod and struck Huang Laizi squarely in the face.

Although Huang Laizi had lost an eye and was in excruciating pain, his ruthlessness was also fully unleashed.

"There's no escape. Rather than die a cowardly death, we might as well fight back with all our might; maybe there's still a glimmer of hope!"

He abruptly stopped, his right hand reaching for the short knife at his waist, a ruthless glint in his eyes.

He's going to give it his all.

After catching up, Fang Xia gathered the strength within his body and, with a whistling sound, slammed it hard against Huang Laizi.

Just as the iron rod was about to fall, Huang Laizi, relying on his years of experience, keenly sensed the strong wind.

He suddenly rolled to his left.

He is blind in his left eye and his right eye is also affected, so he relies on hearing and intuition to make judgments.

Although the movement was somewhat slow, it precisely avoided the fatal blow.

With a "bang," the iron rod slammed to the ground, sending up a shower of gravel.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Huang Laizi pulled out his short knife and stabbed fiercely with his backhand.

This attack was swift and ruthless, aimed directly at Fang Xia's vital area in the waist and abdomen!

"How ruthless!" Fang Xia's pupils contracted slightly; the opponent's life-for-life fighting style was unexpected.

He twisted his body forcefully, and the trajectory of the iron rod changed from pounding to smashing, slamming hard against Huang Laizi's wrist holding the knife!

"Snap!"

A sickening cracking sound rang out!

Huang Laizi's wrist bent at an odd angle, and the dagger flew out of his hand, embedding itself in the earthen wall beside him.

Despite letting out a cry of pain, Huang Laizi still refused to admit defeat.

Years of struggling on the streets taught him that showing weakness only led to his death.

He endured the excruciating pain and grabbed the dagger from the ground.

He threw it at Fang Xia based on his hearing.

The short knife whistled out, and although it was haphazard, it forced Fang Xia to temporarily retreat to the side.

Fang Xia dodged the short knife, her eyes growing colder, giving Huang Laizi no more chances.

He quickly closed in, raising the iron rod in his hand.

Another blow landed heavily on Huang Laizi's shoulder.

The crisp sound of bones cracking rang out again, and Huang Laizi's shoulder instantly caved in.