Martial Arts Awakening, Bloodfire Fist Master

"Leave the martial arts school?"

Zhang Qingshan was not surprised. Judging from his attitude and address today, he naturally knew his choice.

Furthermore, this person is inherently opportunistic and sycophantic, as can be seen from his actions related to himself. The key point is that he is also short-sighted and eager for quick success. He thinks he can adapt to changing circumstances, but in reality, he is very impatient.

This kind of personality is characterized by flattery towards the strong and bullying of the weak, being obsequious at first but arrogant later, having an inferiority complex and being sensitive inside. They are easily swayed by the allure of the world and easily misled by a few empty promises from powerful figures, making them lose sight of their own worth.

Zhang Qingshan didn't care whether this person was alive or dead, but he did consider the importance the martial arts school placed on him.

He frowned.

"Then come with me to tell Senior Sister."

Wang Zhi waved his hand, seemingly unconcerned.

"As my senior brother said, I'm not an inner disciple. As an outer disciple, my relationship with the martial arts school is more about paying money to learn. I just wanted to say goodbye since I don't want to stay at the martial arts school anymore."

"Hehe, it's fine even if you don't say hello. Besides, I've heard that some inner disciples have left without any problems before."

Zhang Qingshan looked at the person in front of him.

I remember he didn't pay any money to learn martial arts, and the martial arts school treated him specially.

However, this person showed no gratitude or embarrassment whatsoever, only a frivolous and impatient attitude.

"Wait for me a moment, I'll go report to my senior sister."

Zhang Qingshan didn't care about this person; he simply felt it was his duty as a martial arts school disciple to report to his senior sister or master.

Wang Zhi flicked his sleeves and stylishly glanced at his watch.

"Okay, I'll only give you five minutes. My driver is waiting outside, and I don't have time to waste with you."

Zhang Qingshan was too lazy to continue talking to him.

Upon entering the inner courtyard, we found that the eldest sister was not practicing her skin-strengthening techniques today, but was instead leisurely practicing a set of boxing techniques.

As the fist is swung, one can feel streams of energy flowing beneath the skin, and hear the deep sound of crashing waves.

Even more intense heat emanates from the entire body, as if there is a violent high-temperature operation within the flesh and blood.

After observing for a few breaths, he then recounted Wang Zhi's story.

"What! Long Baifeng is shameless! He actually caused trouble for my martial arts school disciples. I'll go talk to him. Long Baifeng is no good person. He would never mentor a junior. Wang Zhi is really unwise. This is like a lamb being led to the slaughter."

The eldest sister actually has a fiery personality and is simple and straightforward.

Without much analysis, they went straight to the front yard.

I spotted Wang Zhi immediately; his attire and demeanor were truly unique.

"Junior Brother Wang, is someone forcing you? Don't worry, as long as you remain in my martial arts school, Long Baifeng will never dare to touch you."

Seeing his senior sister so anxious, and knowing that both sides were vying for him, Wang Zhi became even more confident and smug, and reluctantly cupped his hands in a gesture of respect.

"Senior Sister, Senior Brother didn't force me. He just recognized my talent. I'm doing this willingly."

Wave goodbye.

"Don't try to persuade me anymore. If you really care about me, then please do me a favor. I have other things to do."

The eldest sister took a deep breath.

"Junior Brother Wang, it's not that the martial arts school doesn't value you. We're just trying to cultivate your down-to-earth will. You need to know that Long Baifeng is not a good person. I really don't want you to waste your talent. If you don't believe me, ask Junior Brother Zhou and Junior Brother Jiang."

Wang Zhi glanced over instinctively.

Zhou Xishui shook his fan, then shook his head.

"Senior Sister, I really dare not draw any conclusions. I am merely a member of the fifth branch of the Zhou family and do not hold any power within the family. I truly do not know anything about someone like Mr. Long."

Jiang Yuanjian rolled his eyes, his expression peculiar.

"Senior Sister, I only heard it from my father that we should maintain a good relationship with Mr. Long and avoid any conflicts."

Wang Zhi understood.

The dissatisfaction in his eyes must be because the martial arts school is jealous of his rise to a higher position, or because of an old grudge with his senior brother that they can't stand him joining the other side.

"Senior Sister, if you really value me, then please do me a favor and let's part ways amicably. It's too much for you to slander my Senior Brother like this. If you continue like this, don't blame me for not doing anything good for the martial arts school. Hehe, don't worry, once I've made something of myself in the future, I definitely won't stand idly by if anything happens to the martial arts school."

"And if the martial arts school ever wants to reconcile with the senior brother, they can ask me to act as a go-between."

The eldest sister stood there, stunned, and sighed softly, "Your eldest brother!"

Looking at Wang Zhi's expression.

He shook his head, gave him a deep look, and said, "Take care of yourself."

He turned and left.

Since his senior sister had given up trying to persuade him, Zhang Qingshan was even less likely to say anything more.

He ignored the person and continued his cultivation.

Seeing this, Wang Zhi was actually dissatisfied. "So you're not going to persuade me anymore? Am I a genius? Even my senior brother, Long Baifeng, had to host a banquet to persuade this genius who had made promises."

And Zhang Qingshan, he's clearly jealous of me.

Indeed, no one paid any attention to him.

"No wonder the eldest brother left. He was jealous of talent and had a woman in charge. He was petty and narrow-minded, just as the eldest brother said. His vision was too limited!"

After saying that, he puffed out his chest, snorted coldly, and was about to walk away.

Suddenly, a person appeared before him.

"What, what are you going to do? I'll tell you, I can..."

Zhang Qingshan quietly observed his blustering yet cowardly demeanor.

Most petty people in the world are like this.

They fear power but do not appreciate kindness; a small favor is appreciated, but a large one breeds resentment.

"Speaking rudely, he deserves a beating!"

With a slap delivered, Wang Zhi, who was only a level two martial artist, barely had time to think of dodging before the slap landed hard on his face.

His face visibly began to contort and his features became deformed, then his teeth fell out and he flew out.

"Bang!"

It crashed into the door panel.

The next moment, he curled up in pain, screaming and groaning.

As he slowly got up, the outer disciples could see that his face was swollen like a pig's head, with a deep handprint welded onto it, and the skin around the five fingers was eroded and oozing blood.

Wang Zhi glared at Zhang Qingshan with resentment, his finger trembling as he pointed at him.

He opened his bleeding, drafty mouth.

"You dare hit me!"

There was resentment mixed with disbelief. She was someone whom Senior Brother Long valued highly, how dare he?

Zhang Qingshan looked over with a cold gaze.

Looking into those cold, unfathomable eyes, Wang Zhi shuddered. He suddenly recalled the way the leader of the Qingshui Gang's Water Ghost Team looked at him as if he were a pig, a dog, or an ant.

The other party might actually dare to kill me.

He dared not say another word, lowered his head and ran out, and could still be faintly heard scolding the driver in his muffled voice.

Zhang Qingshan remained indifferent and calm.

Then continue your cultivation.

Jiang Liu felt a surge of relief from the Four-Bend Breathing Technique. Damn, I've wanted to slap him for ages. It felt so good. But that look in his eyes... he's asking for trouble. I'll remember that.

After enjoying the initial burst of inspiration, I felt a surge of creativity, and the second movement of the "Hundred Twists and Turns Breathing Technique" was poised to reach the beginner level.

The Hundred Turns and Thousand Turns Breathing Method requires the use of special breathing techniques to guide the internal force, refining and tempering the internal force through hundreds of turns and thousands of turns, ultimately transforming it into the eighth level of drilling force.

At that time, the force will rotate cunningly, like a high-speed electric motor, capable of breaking through iron armor defenses head-on or striking from a distance.

Ordinary people would die instantly upon contact with it, and even those wielding sharp weapons could be easily shattered by its penetrating force.

Based on what Zhang Qingshan has seen so far, the martial arts of this world are by no means low-level; they may be even higher than he imagined, as high as a ten-story building.

After all, even among martial artists at level ten, the difference in strength between each level is quite significant. The level of strength, such as hard strength, internal strength, hidden strength, and internal force, can possess such power when fully developed.

Of course, even a level 10 martial artist has shortcomings. Overall, they are strong in attack but weak in defense. Although their flesh and blood are strong and tough, they cannot completely defend against sharp weapons. If they are surrounded by a large number of people and their opponents are fearless, they will also be in danger.

While Zhang Qingshan was pondering the force.

An eerie calm settled over the training ground.

Most of the disciples felt something different for the first time; the usually gentle and calm Senior Brother Zhang actually had such a violent side.

His expression just now seemed even fiercer than that of the senior sister.

Each of them reminded themselves not to lose their reverence because of Senior Brother Zhang's usual affability.

At the same time, much of the restlessness has dissipated.

Like Wang Zhi, he doesn't have much strength of his own. Even if he latches onto a powerful figure, that person won't always be there for him. So everything else is meaningless; only his own fists are truly reliable.

Those young masters were not particularly surprised.

Some people's eyes flashed with a sense of "I knew it," realizing that this person was indeed not as harmless as he usually appeared, and that there was a greater probability that he was the murderer who slaughtered the entire Rong family.

Some people expressed anticipation, wondering if the people behind Wang Zhi would help him get revenge.