Chaotic Times and Disasters: I Hunt Down Martial Arts Masters and Become a God

He could clearly see the movements of each bandit.

Before the first bandit could even raise his knife, Fu Qing's fist had already slammed into his face.

What would be the effect of a punch with a power of 63 hitting someone's face?

The bandit's face caved in, his nose collapsed, his jaw dislocated and flew off. He flew three meters backward, crashed into the snow, slid another two meters, and lay still.

With a backhand slash, the second bandit's arm holding the knife was severed at the elbow.

The scream had barely begun when Fu Qing kicked him in the chest, sending him flying and crashing into the horse's leg. The horse reared up in fright, neighing loudly.

The third bandit stabbed from the side, the tip of his knife piercing Fu Qing's waist—with a "clang," the blade chipped.

The bandit stared wide-eyed at his knife, its tip bent into a hook.

He looked up at Fu Qing's waist. There was a tear in his cotton-padded jacket, and the exposed skin had only a white mark on it, without any blood.

With a body at the first level of the Body Tempering Realm and an endurance of 68, it is no longer something that ordinary swords and blades can harm.

The knife in the bandit's hand clattered to the ground, and he turned and ran.

Fu Qing caught up and killed him with a single blow.

The remaining bandits completely broke down. Some knelt down and kowtowed, some turned and ran, and some were so scared that they collapsed on the ground and rubbed their buttocks backward.

Fu Qing showed no mercy and chased after them one by one to deal with them.

Plunder points +8, +8, +8, +8, +8.

There were more than a dozen corpses lying haphazardly inside and outside the courtyard, and the snow was soaked in blood, turning it a dark red.

Fu Qing stood amidst the corpses, covered in blood, but not a single drop was his own. He looked up at the last person still standing.

One-eyed dragon.

The one-eyed man gripped the demon-headed broadsword, his hand trembling slightly.

Having roamed the martial world for twenty years, I've fought my way up from a small hilltop to become the largest gang within a hundred miles. What kind of battles haven't I seen?

But I've never seen such a monster before.

More than a dozen brothers all collapsed within the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.

He gritted his teeth and slashed down with his sword. This strike was the culmination of his twenty years of swordsmanship, and its fierce momentum far surpassed that of the lowly henchmen.

Fu Qing used his longsword to block, and with a "clang," the longsword was cleaved in two by the Ghost Head Greatsword—this sword was, after all, just an ordinary bandit's sword, not as good as the hundred-refined steel sword in the One-Eyed Dragon's hand.

A hint of joy flashed in the one-eyed man's eyes, and then he slashed down with his second blade, aiming straight for Fu Qing's face.

Fu Qing neither dodged nor avoided, but stretched out his left hand with his five fingers spread wide and forcefully grabbed the blade.

The blade struck Fu Qing's palm like it struck an iron plate, sparks flew everywhere, and the blade chipped a gash in his palm, leaving only a shallow bloodstain with a few drops of blood seeping out.

The one-eyed man stared wide-eyed at his remaining eye. "You... what kind of monster are you..."

Fu Qing clenched his right fist and slammed it onto the blade of the Ghost Head Saber.

With a clang, the hundred-refined steel knife broke in two, with one half flying out and embedding itself in the snow beside it.

Immediately following, the second punch landed on the one-eyed man's chest.

The one-eyed man spat out a mouthful of blood and slammed into the courtyard wall with a "bang," cracking the mud wall in several places.

He slid to the ground, blood gushing from his mouth. His single eye no longer held disdain or ferocity, only fear.

Fu Qing walked up to him and looked down at him.

The one-eyed man raised his hand, which trembled violently.

"Spare me... good sir, spare my life... I'm from Black Wind Stronghold... If you kill me... our leader won't let you get away with it... our leader is a master of the Body Tempering Realm..."

Fu Qing paused.

Body Tempering Realm.

The fact that these three words came from the one-eyed man's mouth stirred something in Fu Qing's heart.

The realm he just entered was called the Body Tempering Realm. It turns out that the martial arts system of this world does indeed have a clear division of realms.

He looked down at the one-eyed man, "Body Tempering Realm? What realm is your leader at?"

The one-eyed man thought he was scared, and his eyes lit up.

"The Boss is a master of the third level of the Body Tempering Realm! His fist can smash a stone the size of a millstone, and his palm can split a tree as thick as a bowl! If you kill me, the Boss will definitely..."

"What's above the Body Tempering Realm?" Fu Qing interrupted him.

The one-eyed man was taken aback, not expecting him to ask that, but his only thought now was to live a little longer, so he quickly spoke.

"Above the Body Tempering Realm is the Meridian Opening Realm, where one opens up all the meridians in the body, unleashing tremendous force. Above the Meridian Opening Realm is the Bone Tempering Realm, where one gains a body of steel, impervious to blades and spears. I don't know about anything beyond that; even the Chief has only ever seen a Bone Tempering Realm expert once..."

Fu Qing had a plan in mind.

Tempering the body, opening the meridians, and tempering the bones—these are the first three stages of martial arts.

He is currently at the first level of the Body Tempering Realm, while Liu Heizi is at the third level, a difference of two levels. However, he has the Plunder System, which allows him to add points and improve at any time.

Where is Black Wind Stronghold?

"Thirty miles west to Black Wind Mountain, past the Black Pine Forest, you'll see the mountain stronghold's flagpole."

The one-eyed man struggled to speak, "Let me go, I'll plead for you, the boss values ​​me the most..."

"You don't need to plead for me."

Fu Qing raised her foot and stepped on his throat. "I'll go myself."

System notification: Killed the bandit leader, One-Eyed Dragon, loot points +50.

Adding the 56 points from the previous seven bandits, the total loot points are now 106.

Fu Qing turned to look at Liu Laogen, who was hiding behind the horse.

Liu Laogen's legs went weak, and he knelt directly on the snow, kowtowing repeatedly.

"Fu Qing...Master Fu...I was wrong..."

"You don't know you're wrong, you just know you're going to die."

Liu Laogen's face turned completely pale. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but Fu Qing didn't give him the chance. With a single slash, Liu Laogen fell to the ground in the snow.

System notification: Kill Liu Laogen (normal), loot points +5.

Total loot points: 111.

Fu Qing turned around and looked at the other end of the village road. A few villagers were huddled in front of their houses, watching this side from a distance.

Some people covered their children's eyes, some knelt on the ground retching, and their eyes were filled with fear as they looked at Fu Qing.

Fu Qing, carrying the broken half of the ghost-head broadsword, didn't say much, but simply glanced around.

No one dared to utter a sound.

An old woman suddenly knelt down on the ground, not to kneel before Fu Qing, but because her legs had gone weak with fear.

A burly middle-aged man lowered his head, not daring to meet Fu Qing's gaze.

Fu Qing didn't look at them again, turned around, pushed open the courtyard gate, and went inside.

In the courtyard, Song Yawei and Song Nini stood at the door, the two sisters holding hands, their faces as white as paper.

Song Yawei quickly walked up to Fu Qing and raised her hand to wipe the blood from his face.

"Are you hurt?"

"no."

Song Yawei pulled open his cotton-padded coat to examine him, looking at his chest, stomach, and back piece by piece.

Apart from the scabbed bloodstain on her left palm, there wasn't a single broken skin on her body. She finally breathed a sigh of relief, and her eyes immediately reddened.

Song Nini stood behind and whispered, "Brother-in-law, those people outside... are they all dead?"

"They're all dead."

Fu Qing walked to the water vat, scooped up a ladle of cold water and poured it down his throat, then scooped up another ladle and poured it over his head, blood flowing down his neck.

He took off his blood-soaked cotton-padded coat, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it in the corner. He then sat shirtless on the doorstep.

Despite the sub-zero temperatures, he didn't feel cold at all.

Song Yawei brought out a basin of hot water, dipped a cloth in the hot water, and wiped the blood off his body. When she reached the bloodstain on his left palm, she paused.

"Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt."

She lowered her head and continued wiping, saying, "Don't work so hard in the future."

Fu Qing looked at her profile, then gently patted the back of her head. "If I don't fight desperately, what will you do?"

Song Yawei paused for a moment, then wiped even more gently.