Fists that can subdue mountains and rivers, martial arts that can lead to immortality!

"Brothers!"

"You can hit me, but there's one thing you absolutely mustn't do: hit me in the face."

"Because I make a living based on my looks!"

Jiang Wangzu lay down on the ground, holding his head and curling up into a ball.

"Hahaha!"

"Brother Dao, this kid's all show and no substance, all bravado and no skill!"

"And he even said 'don't hit me in the face,' I'm dying of laughter!"

"How boring! They didn't even resist; they're not even as good as a woman!"

"Hold on slowly, this kid looks delicate, don't actually kill him."

"..."

If this group of people really came to kill him, then even if Jiang Wangzu was afraid of revealing his strength, he would probably have to take action.

But if the other party just wants to beat him up, then it doesn't matter.

Anyway, he has Iron Armor Kung Fu, so he can become stronger by getting beaten up!

He was just thinking about what reason he could come up with to get someone to beat him up.

And here comes the opportunity!

"You guys haven't eaten yet?"

"Hit him harder!"

As sticks, fists, and stinky feet rained down on Jiang Wangzu, he silently began to practice his Iron Armor Technique.

Suddenly, wave after wave of warmth appeared, flowing through his limbs and bones, constantly tempering his muscles, bones, flesh, and internal organs.

He felt a tingling sensation all over his body, and his strength was slowly increasing.

But as time went on, he felt the number of punches and sticks hitting him decrease significantly, and he couldn't help but curse a few times.

"Holy crap!"

"Brothers, get him!"

Upon hearing this, the dozen or so thugs from the Blue Society became enraged and began to frantically attack Jiang Wangzu again.

After beating Jiang Wangzu for a while longer, they felt that the time was right.

It's time to finish and call it a day.

Then Jiang Wangzu's cheeky voice rang out again:

"Are you tickling me?"

"It doesn't hurt!"

"It doesn't hurt at all!"

"Did you all put all your effort into the women's bellies?"

"Are they all so weak?"

Jiang Wangzu felt warm all over his body, not only without any pain, but his physical strength was also getting stronger.

If he had a progress bar in front of him right now, he would definitely see his proficiency in Iron Armor Technique rising rapidly!

The quick-fix method is already the invincible path, so why bother with the evil cultivation method?

But those who practice evil cultivation are so incredibly appealing!

Hehehe!

Jiang Wangzu laughed wildly.

The dozen or so hooligans from the Lanshe Xinglong Street looked at each other, bewildered.

They wondered if Chen Tai's strategist had lost his mind.

"Hit me again!"

"That kid has such a foul mouth!"

"I'm going to beat him until he has kidney deficiency!"

"..."

A dozen or so thugs from the Lanshe Xinglong Street attacked Jiang Wangzu again.

Jiang Wangzu once again experienced the evil cultivation method of Iron Armor Technique!

And so, whenever the beating by the dozen or so hooligans of the Lanshe Xinglong Street slowed down, Jiang Wangzu's sleazy voice would ring out.

Then they would desperately attack Jiang Wangzu.

After a while, it slowed down again.

He would then be met with Jiang Wangzu spouting nonsense about traditional Chinese culture and using foul language.

"I can't take it anymore!"

"Brother Dao, I can't take it anymore!"

"I'm so tired."

"I feel like this kid is all talk and no action, but he's actually in excruciating pain."

"Yeah, yeah, even an Iron Man would be beaten to a pulp by us."

"If they keep fighting, he'll probably die!"

"..."

After beating Jiang Wangzu for two hours, a dozen or so hooligans from Xinglong Street of the Blue Society spoke up, panting heavily.

Although Jiang Wangzu was still spouting traditional Chinese culture and profanities, Scarface felt that the time was almost right.

The reason Jiang Wangzu couldn't feel any pain was probably because he was paralyzed from the beating and couldn't feel any pain anymore.

They've finally gotten their revenge on Xinglong Street!

"Walk!"

At Scarface's command, the dozen or so thugs of the Blue Society on Xinglong Street breathed a sigh of relief.

This was the first time they had ever felt that hitting someone could be so tiring.

"Why did you stop fighting?"

Where are they?

"Come back here, all of you!"

"A bunch of spineless bastards!"

"If you're a true brother, come and beat me up!"

"Hit me then! Hit me then!"

"Hey! Hey! Hey!"

"Are you really gone?"

Jiang Wangzu got up from the ground, looking like he hadn't had enough.

They discovered that their clothes had been smashed.

However, apart from some faint red marks, there was nothing else on my body.

This Iron Armor Skill truly lives up to its reputation!

"What a pity! If I had persevered a little longer, my Iron Armor Technique might have been nearly perfected!"

Jiang Wangzu patted the dust off his clothes with great regret, then walked towards his residence.

Three more days have passed in the blink of an eye.

On this day, Jiang Wangzu went to Chen Liujia's house as usual.

Han Qiao was already waiting for him at the training ground.

"When sparring with me, activate your Iron Armor Technique!"

"Now, attack me!"

Jiang Wangzu made the first move as usual, engaging in combat with Han Qiao.

This time, Han Qiao began to make her move, repeatedly striking Jiang Wangzu's body with a force that was neither too strong nor too weak.

She was helping Jiang Wangzu temper his physique, while Chen Liujia was preparing the ingredients for Jiang Wangzu's medicinal bath.

After the two fought back and forth for about an hour, a warm current suddenly burst forth from Jiang Wangzu's body, flowing through his limbs and bones.

His muscles bulged high, and his skin exuded a grayish-white aura.

Han Qiao slapped Jiang Wangzu on the chest, and was directly knocked away by the force of the airflow.

"Iron Armor Skill, minor mastery?"

Han Qiao stared at the changes in Jiang Wangzu's physical body, and for the first time, a look of shock appeared on her usually indifferent face.

Jiang Wangzu had only been practicing Iron Armor Technique for three days, yet he not only mastered the basics of this external martial arts technique, but also, with her help, directly broke through to the minor mastery level.

Although this Iron Armor Kung Fu was improved by Chen Liujia.

The difficulty has been reduced, and the match with Jiang Wangzu is more accurate.

But only three days have passed. No matter how well it suits you, it shouldn't be enough to cultivate a third-rate external martial arts technique to a minor level of mastery!

Jiang Wangzu wasn't some innate martial arts genius.

He wasn't a martial arts master, so he could learn low-level techniques and secret manuals with great skill and progress in no time.

He's just a minor martial artist who has achieved some level of strength cultivation!

"Iron Armor Kung Fu has finally achieved a minor level of mastery!"

"Thank you so much, Sister Qiao!"

Jiang Wangzu sensed the changes within himself and nodded in satisfaction.

Now his physical strength is even greater, and his power is also increasing dramatically.

With his current strength, he is probably no weaker than an ordinary martial artist who has mastered the Great Strength Training!

"How did you manage to master the Iron Armor Technique to a minor level in just three days?"

Han Qiao asked out of curiosity.

"I'm not really sure either; I'm just practicing normally."

Jiang Wangzu deliberately pretended to know nothing.

However, he really should thank Han Qiao.

Because Han Qiao's rhythmic patting helped him temper his physique, it was much more efficient than passively taking hits.

As for a quick fix, he absolutely could not reveal that.

"master!"

Han Qiao shouted with great energy.