From the Iron Shirt Technique to physical sanctification

Zhang Yu had already decided what kind of boxing style he would teach.

Rock-crushing Fist.

His Stone-Shattering Fist broke its limits three times, mastering the power of shattering origins, and reaching the pinnacle of understanding this unorthodox fist technique.

Zhang Yu used the Shattering Stone Fist as a model and created nine movements, all of which stretch tendons and bones and increase qi and blood.

In essence, Ming Jin is the strength of the skin and flesh. As long as one's Qi and blood are strong enough, it is easy to break through this barrier.

Zhang Yu estimated that as long as one's cultivation aptitude is above average, and one practices these nine movements diligently every day, one can generally break through the Ming Jin barrier within three months.

Zhang Yu named these nine movements: Chengtian Nine Forms.

The name sounds impressive, and it truly is impressive.

Looking at the three hundred registered disciples on the training ground, Zhang Yu took a deep breath. His dream would begin here.

"Disciples, my name is Zhang Yu, and I am your sect leader. The tenets of our Chengtian Sect are equality, freedom, love for the sect, and love for the people." Zhang Yu spoke, his voice echoing throughout the entire training ground.

After he finished speaking, everyone looked bewildered.

Zhang Yu felt a pang of frustration. Most of the common people were illiterate, unable to read a single character, and had never been to school.

"This won't do. We must find a scholar to teach them to read and write," Zhang Yu thought to himself.

Seeing the confused looks in everyone's eyes, Zhang Yu braced himself and continued, "Freedom and equality mean that you are the same as the aristocratic families. They are not superior to you. Hundreds of years ago, the ancestors of the aristocratic families were just like you, poor and starving."

"Why did they become powerful clans hundreds of years later?"

"Practice martial arts!" someone shouted boldly.

"Yes, martial arts training. We all have one head and two arms. The only difference is martial arts training. Disciples of aristocratic families train in martial arts from a young age, and they become strong, while you can only struggle to survive in the mud from childhood."

"You are no less capable than the disciples of aristocratic families; the only thing you lack is an opportunity to practice martial arts."

"Now I'm giving you this opportunity. I hope you seize it and change your own destiny and that of your entire family." Zhang Yu finished speaking in one breath.

He didn't care whether they understood or not; as long as one-tenth of them understood and the seed was planted in their hearts, he would consider it a success.

All beginnings are hard.

Although everyone's eyes were still confused after hearing Zhang Yu's words, they were touched.

An opportunity to change yourself and your family's destiny.

"I must seize this opportunity, even if it kills me," Gu Yu silently resolved in her heart.

"Alright, now I will teach you the Nine Forms of Heavenly Succession. Everyone watch carefully." Zhang Yu began to demonstrate the Nine Forms of Heavenly Succession.

……

The training ground was bustling with activity.

However, a deadly intent was secretly lurking within Chengtian City.

Yan Dao, leading a five-man squad, patrolled to a tea stall in Qing Shi Alley. Just as they were about to sit down for a cup of tea and a rest, a frivolous voice came from behind them.

"Isn't this Chief Yan?" A man with a mustache stared at Yan Dao with a look of disdain.

"You've got the wrong name. The Big Knife Gang has been wiped out. Their leader, Yan, has joined the Zhang family, which is now the Chengtian Sect," a fat man next to him corrected.

The fat man had a full chest of hair and a fierce-looking face.

Yan Dao looked over upon hearing the sound and recognized the two people.

Both the man with the mustache and the fat man were martial artists at the Transformation Realm. Back when they first fled to Cangmang City, Yan Dao had invited them to serve as guest elders of the Big Sword Gang in order to deal with the Ghost Alliance.

The two did not agree, but later became guest elders of the Ghost Alliance.

After Mo Laogui disbanded the Ghost Alliance, the Eight-Character Mustache and Fatty lost their monthly cultivation resources and comfortable lives, so they hated Chengtian Sect to the core.

They have been secretly provoking the rules of Chengtian Sect for the past few days. The disappearance of two patrol members three days ago was their doing.

The man with the mustache and the fat man were planning to ambush Wen Hua today, as Wen Hua had been leading patrols in front of Qing Shi Lane for the past few days.

Yan Dao has emerged from seclusion; today it's his turn.

Yan Dao looked at the man with the mustache and the fat man. If it were before, he would have been trembling with fear and turned to run away.

Now...

snort!

After awakening the Berserker Battle Body, he felt incredibly strong, and the physique even influenced his personality. Yan Dao's originally gloomy personality became extremely arrogant.

Yan Dao placed his hand on the hilt of his sword, coldly looking at the man with the mustache and the fat man, and said, "Household registration certificate."

After registration, each person will be issued a household registration card.

The current rule is that everyone in Chengtian City must have a household registration certificate; those without one will be immediately expelled from the city.

That's the rule, but as for enforcement, there aren't enough people, so basically they just turn a blind eye.

"You call yourself Chief Yan? You really think you're someone important? Bah, you're nothing but a lowly dog." The man with the mustache spat.

"Household registration card? What the hell is that? I don't have one, what can you do to me? Bullshit Chengtian Sect, ptooey." The fat man stared arrogantly at Yan Dao.

The other people at the tea stall watched with expressions of amusement, whispering among themselves.

"The rule set by Chengtian City is simply a joke."

"Who can argue with that? They can manage ordinary people, but when it comes to martial arts masters at the Transformation Realm, they don't dare to interfere at all."

"Both of these two are at the Transformation Realm martial artist level. Let's see if the Chengtian Sect's patrol team dares to interfere this time."

"I know Yan Dao. He was the former leader of the Big Knife Gang and was at the half-step Transformation Realm. Even if there was only one Transformation Realm expert on the other side, let alone two Transformation Realm experts, he would still be no match for him. I reckon he would have to run away with his tail between his legs in a bit."

……

Those watching the spectacle didn't think highly of Yan Dao, and they also regarded the rules of Chengtian Sect as a joke.

At this moment, Yan Dao looked at the man with the mustache and the fat man, and with a clang, his steel sword was drawn.

"Dare to insult my Chengtian Sect, die!"

Yan Dao uttered the word "death," his figure blurred, and he slashed at the man with the eight-character mustache.

He had practiced the Mountain-Splitting Saber Technique for nearly thirty years without reaching perfection. After awakening the Mad Saber Battle Body yesterday, he practiced all night, and his saber technique naturally reached perfection.

My understanding of the mountain-splitting knife technique seems to have been divinely bestowed; things I didn't understand before are now crystal clear.

The man with the mustache wore a disdainful expression. Yan Dao was only half a step into the Transformation Realm, while Yan Dao was a true Transformation Realm martial artist.

"Today I'll show you the true power of a master martial artist, something a half-baked amateur like you can't compare to." The man with the eight-character mustache drew his longsword and thrust it out.

This sword strike carries a bursting force; as long as it touches the opponent's weapon, it can shatter the opponent's weapon, leaving the opponent's defenses wide open. He has used it repeatedly without fail.

The man with the mustache was about to behead his opponent with a single sword stroke.

As the swords were about to clash, a cruel smile appeared on the man with the mustache's face.

Yan Dao sneered, a blood shadow flashed across his body, and the speed of his steel sword suddenly increased, while the blade seemed to be covered with a trace of blood light.

clang!

Swords clashed.

The man with the mustache suddenly widened his eyes, feeling the explosive force on his longsword being shattered.

The longsword flew up.

"How is this possible? I'm a martial artist specializing in Transformation Realm techniques, how could my strength be instantly dissipated by the opponent?"

Unfortunately, he will never know the answer.

puff!

After knocking away the longsword of the man with the eight-character mustache, Yan Dao continued with his steel blade, a pale red light slicing across the man's neck.

With a "plop," blood spurted more than half a meter high.

The man with the mustache fell to the ground.

hiss……

The onlookers were dumbfounded, and all that could be heard was gasping in astonishment.