Martial Arts Awakening, Bloodfire Fist Master

"People really do strive for higher positions. Look, Wang Zhi seems to have gotten along better with those people. Not long ago, he was just a nobody from the lowest class, but now he's calling these young masters brothers. Tsk tsk tsk, and he even has a beautiful junior sister speaking to him so kindly."

"That's normal. I saw him and those people going to that red-light district bar yesterday."

"Hehe, those young masters and ladies are only trying to win him over because they see his potential. But those people are ruthless. Once Wang Zhi's strength can't keep up, the higher they praise him now, the deeper they'll trample him later."

While talking to the privileged scions of the powerful families who were once considered superior figures, Wang Zhi glanced at someone with a gloomy look.

He ultimately didn't file a complaint because one of the other party's remarks chilled him to the bone: that he was still, after all, an ant.

He suddenly realized that he was still too impatient.

This can't be blamed on him. He was mainly afraid that if he spoke too late, the spirit clam would be eaten or the money from the sale would be spent by the other party. Another reason was that these young masters seemed to value their own performance, which made him arrogant.

So three days later, he began to reflect and make changes.

First, he began to train hard, more and more diligently than ever before, in order to cross the threshold of martial arts in a faster time and let the martial arts school see his value.

Secondly, it's about interacting with these people not just casually striking up a conversation, but genuinely building friendships with them in private.

Sooner or later, I'll trample that person under my feet.

The thought of that person seeing me kneeling in humility, and the calm smile in the face of my kowtowing;

He seems to be looking out for me, but in reality he doesn't even want to give me fifteen silver dollars; he resents my own talent and therefore doesn't take the initiative to be friendly; now he even treats me like an ant...

A surge of resentment was rising, and flames were rising.

That person was just like the leader of the Water Ghost Gang who had bullied him before, and just like the dog village chief in Wangjiatang who had bullied him and his widow.

His eyes darted around and he spotted someone next to him.

"You senior brothers are the chosen ones. What am I, Wang Zhi? Speaking of which, Senior Brother Zhang Qingshan is more outstanding than me. I heard that he is already a level three martial artist. Alas, it is a pity that Senior Brother Zhang suffered grievances in the Qingshui Wharf labor team. I heard that he said in private that he would definitely make the Qingshui Gang pay the price in the future, so he is a bit hostile to senior brothers with good backgrounds."

Then he looked at Rong Teng and said, "Senior Brother Rong, you and Senior Brother Zhang are both from Xiaoqing Township outside the city. He will definitely give you face. Why don't you go and persuade him?"

After he finished speaking, Rong Teng glanced to the other side, as if he had remembered something unpleasant.

Then, Li Jiang's expression shifted slightly. This man's sister had married a powerful figure in the Qingshui Gang as a concubine and was highly favored, taking pride in the Qingshui Gang's prestige.

"Oh, so you want to make the Clearwater Gang pay the price? That's interesting. What did the Clearwater Gang do to them? Junior Brother Wang, tell me more. By the way, I heard that you were also from the Clearwater Gang's Water Ghost Team, but you were also harmed by some of the Clearwater Gang members. Don't worry, Junior Brother, you can speak freely. I still have some influence and can help you settle your scores."

Wang Zhi laughed and said, "Thank you, senior brother. But I am more grateful for the experience with the Water Ghost Team and for the Clear Water Gang for giving me the opportunity to work and survive. Although I, Wang Zhi, am poor, I have always been grateful. It's just that Senior Brother Zhang Qingshan is different. He was almost driven to his death. The story is like this..."

Everyone listened with great interest; some looked on with amusement and sneered, while others listened as if it were a rare and interesting tune.

Wang Zhigong withdrew after his mission was accomplished. Seeing others comment that the peasant had a story to tell, he sneered inwardly: "Zhang Qingshan, you think you have some power? Then let's play slowly!"

Unfortunately, the figure he was watching wasn't looking at him or them at all.

[Water Soft Fist suddenly realized that the most important thing about the Torrent Style is to grasp the channel of power, to allow the power to flow more smoothly and freely. Strong power requires a smooth will and technique. After Water Soft Fist understood this, he suddenly felt a surge of insights into his mind...]

[...The third form of the Water Soft Fist, the Torrent Form, has been mastered... Next, based on this, we will study the fourth form, the Penetrating Form. A powerful force penetrates the body and mind, dispelling distracting thoughts and impurities to strengthen the body and ward off external evils...]

[...Throughout this process of enlightenment, the Water Soft Fist instinctively began to resonate...]

Zhang Qingshan exhaled a breath of stale air.

Very good. Three days after that crazy Wang Zhi caused trouble, the third form was mastered, and he began to cultivate the fourth form.

Once this technique is mastered, one becomes a level five martial artist.

As expected of my martial arts, it's incredibly efficient.

After scanning everyone in the outer courtyard's martial arts arena, who else is there?

I also noticed the arrogant air of those young masters and ladies, as if they were looking down on the world.

Among these people from the outer courtyard, the strongest young master from a noble family is only a level five martial artist, while I... am almost there!

The Water Soft Fist was reminding itself not to get complacent. It was only the beginning; perhaps only after reaching a higher level of martial arts could it be said that it possessed even a slight ability to protect itself. Keep practicing!

Continue practicing, the powerful force originates from the toes and heels, then flows through the whole body and is slowly unleashed.

As a qualified time traveler, one must definitely have paranoia. What if you encounter someone who is jealous of you? They'll be a lot of crazy people.

Just like Wang Zhi, some people may seem to be praising him, but aren't they also keeping track of his situation at all times?

Therefore, Zhang Qingshan simply circulated his power slowly, without any earth-shattering phenomena.

Of course, it's not entirely about hiding it. If needed, he can still demonstrate his talent and importance, but there's no need for that now. He even has the breathing technique, so there's no need to actively show off.

[Water Soft Fist understands this perfectly. This isn't about being low-key; it's about preparing for a better show-off later. By the time the enemy is off guard, he has already grown rapidly, and at the crucial moment, he suddenly unleashes a devastating burst of power, crushing them. How exhilarating! Water Soft Fist anticipates seeing the shocked and terrified looks in the enemy's eyes. The inspiration for penetrating strikes returns. Yes, it's about using overwhelming force to pierce through them!]

As Zhang Qingshan and the others were practicing, two people walked out from the backyard of the martial arts school.

"Master Ji, I have to trouble you this time. The Black Mountain bandits have fled to the vicinity of my Qinghe City and settled down. They are a real threat. We need the combined efforts of all parties to ensure that the Black Mountain bandits do not gain a foothold and establish a stronghold."

"Ahem, Qinghe Martial Arts School is duty-bound to help, but as Chief Constable Cheng knows, my physical condition may not allow me to contribute much."

"Master Ji is too modest. You are an old horse in the stable, but your ambition remains. You are a martial artist who has transcended the limits of strength and flexibility. Your flesh and blood have been tempered and refined, making you invulnerable to swords and spears. How can ordinary people compare to you? This time, it was the magistrate who made the connection. All the gangs, sects and martial arts schools have to send their strongest people. This is not a private matter. Even the aristocratic families in the inner city cannot stay out of it and have promised to send their experts."

The speaker wore a blue official's hat, a black official's robe, a single-edged sword at his waist, and a pair of gray leather boots.

His round face was ruddy, and his small, seemingly squinting eyes gleamed with a sharp light, making it impossible to know what he was thinking.

There was also a powerful aura emanating from him, making it clear that he was no ordinary wealthy man.

After he finished speaking, he glanced at the training ground again.

"Haha, everyone outside is saying that Qinghe Martial Arts School is in trouble, but I think it's doing very well. The school is thriving and everyone is in good spirits. Elder Ji, your martial arts school is named after Qinghe, and its boxing and stance training are also imbued with the spirit of the water. It is destined to share the same fate as Qinghe City. You can't refuse. I still have to visit two other martial arts schools later. You should set a good example."

Looking at the other party's ambiguous smile, the old man Ji Feiyun had a deep, unsettling gaze on his face.

He's getting old. If it were ten years ago, this person wouldn't have dared to speak to me so calmly.

With lowered eyes and no comment, he said, "Protecting my hometown is something I will naturally do my best, cough cough."

The man gave the old curator, Ji Feiyun, a deep look.

"Okay, okay!"

Just as I was about to leave, a figure excitedly ran over.

"See Uncle Cheng."

"You, um, you're Qin Gu's son, right? What's his name again?"

"Uncle, my name is Qin Jun. I toasted you at your birthday banquet last time, and you praised me. My dad talks about how much you care for him every day."

"Haha, you're as clever as Qin Gu, and you know how to talk. So you used to practice martial arts at the Qinghe Martial Arts School. Not bad. Master Ji's martial arts lineage is extraordinary. Qin Gu has good taste."

After speaking, he nodded slightly to the other young masters and ladies before leaving.

Qin Jun, his eyes gleaming with smugness, greeted the sect leader and then stepped aside, raising his voice as if afraid the other disciples wouldn't hear him:

"This is Chief Constable Cheng Xingluo from Qinghe City. My father was one of the four constables under his command. He watched me grow up. Even the county magistrate relies on him. He has a lot of prestige."