Becoming a Martial Saint: Starting with the Mountain-Breaking Fist

Duan Xuan hid behind a thick fence in the herb garden, coldly watching the Wolf Village members on the hilltop.

The third brother, Zhu Kui, and two of his men died on the spot, leaving nine men on the battlefield; the situation was still far from optimistic.

"Hmph, those people from Wolf Stronghold are all shrewd; they managed to pull out some of my traps, but..."

At Lang Tian's signal, the five thugs joined up with the second-in-command, Jiu Yao. The eight of them, their eyes gleaming with malice, headed straight for the herb garden.

The leader of the group was also a hunter by trade, skilled at making traps. He helped the assault team dismantle several traps, and just as he was smiling smugly—

Whoosh!

A sharpened arrow pierced the air and arrived.

It pierced right through his brow.

Then, Duan Xuan pulled hard on the rope beside him.

The scarecrows that should have been inside the herb garden stood up like zombies near Jiu Yao and the others.

Upon seeing the figure out of the blue, the thugs were startled. Jiu Yao's face darkened considerably: "Trying to pull this trick again? Don't even think about fooling me!"

However, things didn't go as planned. The moment the scarecrow stood up, the long arrows that Duan Xuan had bound to them beforehand left the bowstring.

Puff, puff!

The thugs on either side of the youngest brother were instantly pierced through the forehead and chest, and rolled heavily down the mountain.

They were stunned, huddled together, and looked at the scarecrow from left to right.

Because they had no idea which scarecrow had a hidden mechanism.

The wind howled sharply, and the silence grew even quieter until a gust of wind blew up at just the right moment.

The two thugs' crotches were soaking wet, and their teeth were chattering.

  

"I won't fight anymore, I won't fight anymore, please, sir, have mercy on me, please!"

After saying that, the two men, whose legs were trembling uncontrollably, scrambled down the mountain.

In their panic, they forgot the way they came, making two clattering sounds.

The trap, hidden elsewhere, clamped tightly onto their leg bones, and then, due to inertia, they fell.

They rolled to other places, and the suspender ropes tightened around their necks.

With a sharp pull, the two men were dragged to a large tree and died on the spot.

In the blink of an eye, only three of the eight remained.

The youngest brother's forehead was covered in sweat, and his neck was stiffly turned as he looked at his eldest brother.

"Big brother..."

"Shut up!" Lang Tian stared intently at the herb garden on the mountaintop. He believed that someone was watching them from the top of the herb garden, but hiding in the shadows, he couldn't find them no matter what.

Suddenly, he thought of a brilliant idea and turned to run.

Jiuyao's eyes widened: "Big Brother!"

The thug whispered, "Second Brother, the boss has run away. What do we do?"

"What else can we do? The people on the mountain are clearly wary of us. Let's retreat!"

The eldest brother is a martial arts master of the Ming Jin level. Since he has withdrawn, there is no need for Jiu Yao to continue pretending.

"Don't move! Continue the assault on the herb garden!" Wolf Sky's words made the group's feet slam into the ground.

"Second brother, I'm completely baffled by the eldest brother... Are we going to leave or not?"

"Going up there's certain death, disobeying the boss's orders means going back is also certain death! Damn it, let's do it!"

Jiuyao knew Langtian's style very well. He was usually very kind to his subordinates, but if anyone disobeyed his orders, they would suffer a terrible fate.

Wolf Sky's attention remained fixed on the mountaintop. Sure enough, after running about twenty meters, he noticed a figure moving on the summit: "What a greedy fellow, trying to wipe out my old village in one fell swoop? Dream on!"

But as he ran, Wolf Sky heard—

"Wolf Heaven, you son of a bitch..." Jiu Yao howled, and the thugs next to him also begged for mercy, but after a few seconds, they were all silent.

One after another, corpses slid down the hillside.

He abruptly stopped, his heart filled with alarm: "Could it be that the man saw through my seduction... I clearly saw him chasing after me just now."

As Lang Tian hesitated, a figure leaped into the air above his head.

Wolf Sky's pupils contracted as three cold glints shot into his eyes.

Duan Xuan drew the bowstring taut, then released it.

铮—

Three arrows were fired simultaneously.

These three arrows were different from those used to kill the thugs, because he had specially replaced them with metal arrowheads, which were prepared specifically for Lang Tian.

In this era, metal products are exceptionally precious.

Furthermore, civilians are not allowed to manufacture weapons such as metal arrowheads on their own.

But just in case, Duan Xuan couldn't worry about that.

Even the bows and arrows just set up on the railing were made of wood. They were fine for dealing with ordinary people, but not enough to deal with experts in the Ming Jin realm.

In the brief gap of just a few seconds, even with Wolf Sky's speed, it was difficult to completely defend against the attack.

Faced with three unexpected arrows, he could only grit his teeth and turn to the side.

The metal arrow only pierced his right leg, narrowly avoiding injury to vital areas.

"Who are you?!" Wolf Sky pawed at the ground.

In the dim moonlight, his eerie green eyes, the rising heat, his disheveled hair, and his ripped clothes made him look exactly like a real wolf.

Looking back, Duan Xuan showed no lingering attachment. Seeing that the three arrows had failed to kill him, he quickly changed position. Lang Tian couldn't even see a figure, so he could only hurriedly turn back following the sound of the wind.

Duan Xuan's fist had already struck directly at it.

Snapped!

Wolf Sky's chin took a solid uppercut.

Duan Xuan's powerful force caused Lang Tian to fall backward, but Lang Tian seemed to have activated the martial arts techniques he had been practicing.

Driven by his bestial instincts, he felt no pain whatsoever and instead grinned wildly with his sharp teeth showing.

"So you're just a brat who's only recently entered the Ming Jin realm. Do you even know who I am...?"

Duan Xuan felt as if he were rooted to the spot, took a step forward, and unleashed his Mountain-Splitting Technique.

With a pull and a tug, they grabbed Lang Tian's clothes and forcibly swung him back from behind.

Then, by sinking the waist and hips, tucking the chest and straightening the back, the "Breaking the Mountain Stance" posture was set up, and qi and blood flowed continuously from the ground.

The left fist was thrown out smoothly by the twisting of the waist, simple and unadorned, yet it brought out a sound of clothes fluttering.

Wolf Sky took a solid punch to the chest. His body was still unable to straighten up, so he seized the opportunity.

Duan Xuan freed his right hand from grabbing him and struck left and right in quick succession.

The invisible forces rapidly accumulated, intertwining with the surging blood and qi, unleashing a series of powerful forces even more ferocious than that cannon punch.

After a series of punches, Lang Tian felt as if his internal organs were being grabbed and shaken violently, and he finally spat out a mouthful of blood.

But he continued to laugh wildly, as if Duan Xuan's punches had no effect, as if a child were playing around with him. And Duan Xuan did not break down.

He continued to brow furrow and inhale deeply, unleashing all three forms of the first move of the Mountain-Breaking Fist.

After Duan Xuan unleashed the third move of the first attack with great force, the distance between the two widened completely.

Duan Xuan was panting heavily, while Lang Tian, ​​with a trail of blood on his face, was thrown heavily to the ground.

"Interesting, but unfortunately you're not strong enough!" Wolf Heaven's bones felt numb, yet he continued to laugh wildly.

He took out a shattered ceramic bottle from his pocket and was about to pour it into his mouth.

call out!

blah blah blah!

Although Duan Xuan was panting heavily, the moment they separated, he rolled over to his longbow and picked it up.

He didn't believe that a bandit king wouldn't have a backup plan. Sure enough, a second or two of hesitation gave Lang Tian the feeling that he had an opportunity to take advantage of the situation.

The wooden arrow struck his hand, and although the bone was strong and it didn't pierce through, it still caused him pain, causing him to throw the porcelain bottle into a clump of grass.

"You brat!" Wolf Sky roared to the sky, a wolf's howl emanating from his very lungs.

But when she looked up, she was stunned, because Duan Xuan had disappeared again.

Da da da!

Wolf Sky's left ear twitched slightly. Hearing footsteps, he suddenly turned around and pounced.

But what awaited him was only a few stones and two traps.

A bizarre scene unfolded: the moment his hands fell into the trap, they sprang up faster than Duan Xuan's reflexes could react.

No, Duan Xuan thought about it carefully. It wasn't a light flick, but an outburst of wolf-like instinct.

"Could this be a unique lightness skill of Lang Tian?" Duan Xuan suppressed his thoughts.

This time, Wolf Sky finally found his location, got up and stepped forward, his two sharp claws overlapping.

Duan Xuan lowered his waist and sat as if sitting on a rock.

At the same time, his fingertips slightly clenched, and his fist bulged out like a cone.

Boom!

His second move of the Mountain-Breaking Fist, the first style of Rifting Mountain, Cone Crack, collided with Wolf Sky's claws.

In just a fleeting moment of exchange, Duan Xuan felt as if some kind of insidious poison had been injected into his bones, causing numbness and soreness, and his strength rapidly diminished.

Wolf Sky was also not in good shape; the wolfish nature that had erupted, ignoring pain, was forcibly awakened by this attack.

In addition to his existing injuries, he hadn't been able to take any medicine to heal them, and he was completely exhausted.

He opened his wolf eyes and glanced at Duan Xuan, whose face was covered.

He only saw two words in it.

Calm down, absolutely calm down!

"How is that possible? Could it be that you are a scion of some powerful and influential family?"

"You didn't completely suppress these emotions, so why are you so calm?" Lang Tian gritted his teeth.

He knew very well that today it was either Duan Xuan who would die, or he himself would perish, because Duan Xuan's eyes told him that he would never let him go.

The next moment, he lay prone on the ground again, the veins in his arms bulging like snakes.

With fingers digging into the ground and legs pushing off, he launched himself forward like an arrow, his jaws wide open, attacking once more.

He intended to use the explosive nature of his own martial arts technique to pounce on Duan Xuan.

"I've figured it out. Your stance training is very solid, and you can't do without it. If I can knock you down, you're bound to lose."

Duan Xuan had already devised a plan. Just a hair's breadth from Lang Tian's arrival.

Duan Xuan transformed his two arms into mountain-shattering wrist hammers, drawing a perfect arc with each swing of his arms.

Click click click!

After a brief exchange, Duan Xuan, with his steady and powerful Breaking Mountain Stance, took dozens of steps backward.

Wolf Sky's claws were as sticky as if they were glued together.

She held his wrist tightly, without biting or scratching.

Yes, in either case, it's all an illusion he's creating.

His true goal has always been to break Duan Xuan's stance and knock him to the ground.

Finally, at a certain moment, Duan Xuan lifted both feet simultaneously, causing his entire body to tilt.

Lang Tian's lips curled into a smirk, but before he could even feel smug, his body was violently thrown out as Duan Xuan turned to the side.

"You don't have time to get into a fighting stance, so use whatever moves you have!" Wolf Sky was not discouraged. He gathered his strength in his feet, ready to push off again.

But Duan Xuan unexpectedly switched his attack and moved in front of him.

A punch aimed straight at his face.

Wolf chuckled and raised his claws, intending to sever Duan Xuan's tendons.

At this moment, Duan Xuan's attacking fist stopped abruptly, and his other fist, taking advantage of the opening, went straight for Lang Tian's left rib.

boom!

A dull, heavy thud sounded, followed closely by the sound of bones breaking.

Wolf Tian knew the pain and wanted to use other underhanded tricks to create distance, but Duan Xuan's real killing move was the first punch. That fist, which stopped in mid-air, was like a muffled thunderbolt, striking straight at the heart of the enemy!

Lang Tian clutched his groin, his face deathly pale, and his breathing stopped abruptly.

"call!"

"The second move, fourth stance of the Mountain-Breaking Fist: One punch, two yolks!"