Martial Arts Awakening, Bloodfire Fist Master

Zhang Qingshan carried large bags and small packages home, which would have surprised his neighbors in the past.

But now that they know he really is practicing martial arts at the martial arts school and seems to be doing quite well, they don't find it strange anymore. They just asked around and found out that Zhang Qingshan was going home.

We jokingly remarked that Brother Zhang had returned home in glory, and inwardly marveled that such a remarkable person had emerged from this humble dwelling. Everyone felt a bit dazed and unreal.

How did this happen? How did Brother Zhang change without anyone noticing?

Everyone actually had a vague idea about Old Huang's powerful punch. There were quite a few people in Qingshui City who practiced this punch, but no one seemed to have made a name for themselves.

Of course, everyone was more pleasantly surprised. Zhang Ge'er's performance during this period has shown everyone that he has not become arrogant and ruthless after gaining power, but is still as affectionate, righteous, and humane as before.

We have seen too many people who forget their roots and origins, so we cherish and protect this rare and precious feeling.

Zhang Qingshan didn't immediately stand in the stance. After putting his things down, he picked up a pen and paper.

The "Artificial Intelligence" wave-like structure is activated, with dual memories working together.

[Langtao Zhuang deeply understands that those who do not plan for the future will have immediate troubles. Therefore, even though he has not yet broken through to the third level of martial arts, he is diligently collecting the Water Soft Fist cultivation technique for the next stage of training. Now, he calms down and begins to review what he has gained.]

[The Water Soft Fist embodies the principle of water's ultimate softness and strength. The ability to switch between softness and strength allows for both gentle deflection and defense, as well as powerful, forceful attacks. Its seven moves, imbued with the power of both softness and strength, can enable martial artists to comprehend level four hard force, level five channel force, and even level six hidden force... Wave-like stance, reflecting on the boundless nature of martial arts, realizes he is but a drop in the ocean, his talent and progress insignificant, and he diligently continues to recall the specific moves...]

With the help of the wave-like pillars that embodied a strong sense of ownership, Zhang Qingshan wrote and drew, and then made some repairs.

[Beep, the Spirit Empowerment Gauge has detected a unique carrier of truth in this world. It can be equipped. Equip?]

Upon hearing this voice, Zhang Qingshan knew that the secret manual he had recorded was correct.

Without choosing any equipment, and with the Wave Stance not yet fully mastered, it's not time to cultivate fist techniques. Besides, the Chaos Spirit Infusion talent hasn't fully recovered its luster, so even if I equip it, I won't be able to infuse it with spirit.

Recalling and drawing requires meticulous attention to detail, which takes a lot of time and often keeps me working late into the night.

[The Wave-Sprung breathed a sigh of relief. Finally, it was done, and it could cultivate again. But thinking about the time its cultivation had been delayed, it felt a pang of guilt. It had to make up for the lost time and keep practicing...]

This time, Zhang Qingshan did not go along with it.

Instead, he blew out the light, peered out the window, and saw that his neighbors, who had worked hard all day, were already fast asleep.

He gently opened the door, lightly touched the ground with his foot, and with a force of several hundred pounds, Zhang Qingshan's body silently darted out.

The balance of water-carrying stakes and the power of stepping in a powerful punch demonstrate a certain advantage in coordination.

"Ouch...ouch ouch!"

"Old Qi, you've been like this every day these past few days. Why bother? You're forced into this situation. That dead man surnamed Ma is threatening you. Your parents and children back home are waiting for this meal. Can people like us refuse? Besides, those two are fine, and Old Dog Ma is dead. Everyone's alright. Don't think about it anymore."

Qi Dashi sighed again.

That day's events are like a demon in my heart; I dream of Old Liu's angry and resentful eyes every day.

The obvious alienation and scrutiny from his fellow laborers during his regular work also left him feeling uneasy.

More importantly, what his wife didn't know was that Old Liu had been bragging to the laborers today, saying that Brother Zhang had gone to a martial arts school and would become a big shot in the future, and that the other party would...

The words were on the tip of his tongue, but he didn't know how to explain them. An unbelievable thought arose in his mind: could it be that Master Ma, Ma Junfeng, was killed by the other party?

Shaking his head self-deprecatingly, he thought, "How could that be? I'm already so easily frightened; I'm even having these kinds of wild thoughts. Sigh."

"Old Qi, if you're really worried, then go kneel down and apologize to them. Anyway, our lives are worthless."

Qi Dashi thought for a moment, then remained silent for a while:

"That's all we can do. Tomorrow, go back to the village and bring your son, daughter, and parents here. We'll all go and apologize to Brother Zhang and kneel down. He's a young man, so he shouldn't hold a grudge against poor people like us. I really have no other choice, and they know that in their hearts."

They comforted each other for a while.

Qi Dashi felt a bit of a urge to urinate, so he got out of bed and went to the dry toilet in the yard to relieve himself.

It just shook twice.

He froze, because a shadow was faintly overlapping his own.

Someone, or something, is standing behind you.

I was trembling, and my whole body stiffened.

Fear surged up, and I wanted to scream.

Before he could utter a sound, a hand as strong as an iron clamp gripped the back of his neck. With just a twitch, he lost the ability to speak or move. The next moment, everything went black, and he knew nothing more.

Zhang Qingshan put the body down and quickly left the shed courtyard. As he stepped out of the courtyard, he glanced back at a half-closed wooden door.

I almost couldn't bring myself to do it, but unfortunately, I always seek revenge.

No matter what excuses you have for being forced into it or having no other choice, none of them justify your actions. All I know is that if you try to harm me, I will kill you. There may be some pitiful aspects to that, but it wasn't me who harmed you.

If I hadn't had this opportunity, I don't know how miserable Lao Liu and I would be now.

Back home, everything was quiet, and another person was quietly crossed off the list in my mind's little notebook.

Although this was the first time the Wave-Swept Stance had killed someone, it showed no signs of unfamiliarity or fear. The spirit of martial artists is to repay kindness with kindness and evil with evil. External rumors, sorrow, pity, wealth, and ruthlessness cannot shake the will and principles in our hearts. This reminded it of its own stance training, which, too, is like setting sail amidst the waves... The Wave-Swept Stance felt its understanding being elevated...

Practice, practice, practice! Maintain this unwavering focus, achieving harmony between mind and body... Reach a minor level of mastery in the Wave Stance...

Even after achieving some success, Langtao Zhuang's dedication to rigorous training remained undiminished. It was only after Zhang Qingshan's intervention that he chose to rest.

One has to admire that, whether it's the Mighty Fist or the Wave-like Stance, they seem to have exceptionally clear minds and highly active spirits after killing someone, resulting in a significant increase in their training efficiency.

Does this mean that in the future, when we encounter checkpoints, we'll have to kill people for fun?

.....

[After waking up from the Wave-like Stance, I felt that washing up was a waste of time. I thought to myself, "Why bother washing? I might as well start practicing. This is the true path of striving."]

"Stop fooling around."

Zhang Qingshan quickly finished washing up, but instead of cultivating, he packed his bags and headed towards the city gate.

I feel apprehensive about returning home as I get closer to it. I have no mood to practice martial arts today; I just want to get home as soon as possible.

Upon arriving at the city gate, a long line of people had already formed, and the sounds outside the gate could be faintly heard—people eager to enter the city as soon as possible.

Zhang Qingshan found a clean place to put his things down. These large and small bags, which looked like New Year's goods, attracted the attention of a few hooligans. Zhang Qingshan's eyes flashed, and he lifted his waistband to reveal his martial arts school disciple badge.

The other person's arrogant expression froze, and then they bowed and scraped in a fawning manner.

It's not that I'm afraid of these people, but I don't want to waste time.

Not long after, the city gate guards opened the city gates.

When carrying things out.

"Halt! What are you picking? Let me see if there's anything prohibited by the imperial court."

"Hmm." Zhang Qingshan frowned and stared intently at him.

An old soldier's eyes narrowed, and he quickly pulled back his colleague who was about to "retaliate".

He smiled at Zhang Qingshan and said, "Sir, this is a newcomer who doesn't know any better. Please, please come in."

After watching Zhang Qingshan walk away, the old soldier scolded, "Watch your hands! Know your own strength. This guy isn't some easy peasant to bully. If you get killed by him, the most you'll get in compensation is a few taels of silver."

The new recruit was a little indignant: "We're officers, how dare he?"

Hearing this, the veteran was a little surprised and looked his new colleague up and down: "You're from the countryside, huh?"

"Yeah, how did you figure that out, bro? We finally became soldiers, so we have to show off a bit. Back home, they say that even a scholar can't reason with a soldier. Now that we're soldiers, we have to be fierce even if we're not right. Humph, I know I'm a peasant. The fiercer you are, the more peasants will respect you."

The veteran was speechless and sighed.

"You're dreaming! Don't you know that there are only two things in this world that can be truly vicious?"

"I know, power and money, I've heard about them since I was a child. Although I'm from the countryside, my father was a peddler and very knowledgeable."

"Bullshit, those two are Western and martial."

"The 'foreigners' are those terrifying alien races. Because they came from across the ocean, some people also call them foreigners. It's best not to mess with anyone associated with the 'foreigners'."

"Martial arts is the way of martial arts. In this world, only those who are strong in martial arts can possess power and money. Whether you are a lowly servant or a member of a gang or a soldier, if your martial arts are not strong enough, then you lack virtue and fortune."

The new recruit scratched his head. "Ah, what does that have to do with that young man?"

"Hehe, it's very important. This guy is strong and carries at least two hundred pounds, but look at his straight back and light steps. He's obviously a martial arts expert. And his gaze is something no ordinary person would dare to have. With your weight of just over a hundred pounds, he could easily crush you with one hand. Kid, you still have a lot to learn. If you want benefits, learn how to protect your life first."