Martial Arts Awakening, Bloodfire Fist Master

It's no secret that the courtyard opposite the beggar's house is Master Ma's house; all the laborers know this. Last month, Master Ma's house needed repairs and the outhouse needed cleaning. Zhang Qingshan and other laborers were called in to work for a day. They still vividly remember the stench and the arrogant, bullying manner of that family.

With his eyes half-closed, he recalled that there were five people, two servants, and two large wolfhounds. This family consisted of both people and dogs. If they needed wine and meat, then naturally this man surnamed Ma would have to keep exploiting them.

The labor team of about twenty men served as their blood bank.

"These two dogs are not easy to deal with." It's not that the dogs are particularly strong, but rather that they are easily alerted. Zhang Qingshan is currently only a level two martial artist, not a peerless master. He only possesses a fully developed Great Strength Fist, and he was not a special forces king in his previous life.

As dusk settled, the two beggars, uttering witty or pleading words of good fortune, managed to collect seven or eight copper coins. This street was mostly inhabited by well-to-do families, and the two men's daily income was indeed comparable to that of a manual laborer.

Meanwhile, Zhang Qingshan's dumbfounded performance earned him two copper coins, which were then triumphantly picked up by one of the beggars.

"Sir, you really have a huge capacity for alcohol today. I, Zhang Gangzi, am completely convinced."

"Brother Ma, Uncle An from the third team has hired more than a dozen laborers this time. What kind of drug did he give the altar master?"

"Hmph, that bastard only got the sect leader to agree by promising to get a few more good goods into the mill. I heard that the inner city is pressing hard, so the sect leader is pressuring us. By the way, those two pigs and dogs didn't run away, did they?"

"Don't worry, sir. We recruited monks from temples back then, so they can't escape. But there are a lot of rootless pigs in that refugee village. If all else fails, we can go and catch a few too."

"Hmm, that's a good idea. Well, we need to think this through carefully and be mindful of the consequences. Although the imperial court is rotten to the core, there are still some rivals watching us. Damn it, if I can break through, I won't have to put up with that old dog An's wrath."

"If you perform well, sir, the gang will bestow upon you a strengthening pill. If you become a level two martial artist, then even Master An will have to bow down."

Master Ma staggered, reeking of alcohol, with two lackeys beside him in similar condition, fawningly supporting him from either side.

"Damn, wait a minute, I'm about to pee on a rake."

They turned around and started barking at the corner of the wall, their two lackeys acting as if they were helping to carry the birdcage and walk it.

After urinating, I turned around and saw three figures under the corner of the opposite wall. Upon closer inspection, I realized they were smelly beggars.

Master Ma spat fiercely, "You filthy beggars, what are you looking at? Believe me or not, I'll gouge your eyes out."

The two beggars shrank back in fright and were about to run away when suddenly a hoarse, deep voice came, "Please have mercy, please give us some food."

Seeing their competitor's reaction, the two men, fearing they would lose their chance, immediately helped the seemingly weak man closer, saying, "Grandpa, you're a kind person, please give us some food."

Master Ma laughed heartily.

He stomped the two beggars to the ground, watched them wail, then stood with his hands on his hips and laughed, the tip of the whip tied around his waist twitching a few times: "You dogs, if it weren't for the fact that your crippled heads still have some substance, I'd have rendered you into oil, hahaha, look at you, you lowly bastards, still trying to scramble for food from me..."

He then used the same trick again, kicking the last hunched-over beggar. At the same time, the smell of alcohol made him sway.

The beggar suddenly looked up and sprang up.

After a long period of building up power, he unleashed a violent burst of strength, stepping directly in front of him. At the same time, a simple and brutal straight punch landed on his wide-open chest.

"Bang!"

His chest was visibly dented, and he was sent flying backward, his body arched. Then, the figure that suddenly rose up chased after him and punched his head, which was bent forward, hard. His forehead was dented, and he fell to the ground, barely breathing. The other person did not stop and stomped down on his throat and neck.

Zhang Qingshan then straightened up completely and twisted his neck.

Although it is possible to kill the opponent in a head-on battle, it would never be as easy as it is now, and it is also easy to alert the surrounding area.

The two drunken henchmen were stunned by the sudden turn of events. It was too fast; in the blink of an eye, Master Ma was sent flying. Before they could even react, two arms reached out and grabbed their necks with a "snap."

"Ah, kill..."

Just as the beggar on the ground was about to scream, he saw the fierce man's eyes look over. The two of them hugged each other, trembling, and covered their mouths, not daring to speak.

[Kill! Kill! Kill! Mighty Fist's heart is racing, it's so exhilarating! He feels his blood boiling! Kill! Kill! Kill! Rupture the gangs, slaughter the powerful families, destroy the dynasty, and exterminate all evil...]

Zhang Qingshan quickly searched the three corpses without looking closely, then put the small items he found into his chest pocket.

He glanced at the courtyard, hesitated for a moment, and then decided that safety should come first and he shouldn't be reckless. This rabble was dead, and those old and weak who bullied others would be devoured by the jackals.

Zhang Qingshan walked up to the two trembling beggars and extended his hand.

The two beggars trembled in fear, then shakily pulled out about twenty coins. With a cold snort, the two began to pull out another handful of copper coins from hidden places such as the soles of their shoes.

Zhang Qingshan turned and left, and the two beggars breathed a sigh of relief. Then he returned and placed his feet on their knees.

"what!"

A scream rang out, and the dog in the neighboring yard began to stir.

Zhang Qingshan had already disappeared into the night.

......

"Brother Zhang, where have you been? Why are you only coming back now?"

Zhang Qingshan held up a bag in his hand, smiled憨厚ly, and said, "I'll wait until the boss closes up shop, then I can at least try to persuade him to sell me the last of the odds and ends at a discount."

"Hey, you know how to manage money."

As for what those odds and ends were, Zhang Qingshan didn't mention it, and no one asked.

No one noticed that Zhang Qingshan's clothes were wet and had been washed in the pitch-black night.

Close the door.

[Mighty Fist regained his senses, cursing himself for getting carried away earlier. He realized he hadn't known his own limitations. After reflecting, he concluded that while today's sneak attack was safe, it lacked the moral high ground and the exhilaration of a bloody battle. The root cause was that he wasn't strong enough and had too many concerns. Therefore, he had to continue training and make up for the training he missed today.]

Zhang Qingshan was speechless. "Stop messing around."

[Daliquan decides to take a break first]

They lit the tung oil lamp, which they usually wouldn't dare to use, and then began cleaning.

A small cloth bag came from Ma Junfeng's body. This was his money bag, containing five silver dollars the size of eggs, a piece of broken silver, and more than twenty copper coins.

There was a pile of copper coins, from two lackeys and two beggars; they were counted, and there were at least a hundred coins.

There was also a jade plaque, which Master Ma usually wore on his waist to swindle people. Zhang Qingshan looked at it carefully and found no special markings. He estimated it was worth a little money, but probably not much. If it were truly priceless, even a small fry like him couldn't afford it.

Sent.

Having lived for sixteen years, this was the first time Zhang Qingshan had ever touched silver. In the Zhang family's memory from childhood to adulthood, this rare thing had never appeared before.

The value of the broken silver is unknown, but each of the five silver coins is engraved with a number, and to prevent the weight from being scraped off, even engraving lines are printed on the surface and around the rim.

Although it was the first time I had touched it, it wasn't the first time I had seen it. I remember once Zhang Youcai, the wealthy village head and head of Zhangjia Village, took it out to show off. I had also seen some rich people in the city blow on a silver coin and then listen to some sound in their ear, looking very domineering.

So Zhang Qingshan knew that this silver dollar was worth one tael of silver, equivalent to one thousand copper coins.

This was just what he carried with him; he probably had even more at home. The man surnamed Ma had some influence, so it made sense. With twenty or thirty laborers, each of them was squeezed out a little copper every day, plus his gang's share of the profits and the merchants' tips. His income wasn't just from exploiting the laborers. Thinking about the boasts the other party and his accomplices made, Zhang Qingshan was thoughtful.

[Dali Quan was overjoyed. Although he was exceptionally talented, he had been eating poorly these past few days, resulting in insufficient nutrition and muscle growth. Not only was his strength slightly lower than his peers at the same age, but this situation would also damage his potential in the long run. Now, with money, he could eat well and replenish his energy.]

He moved a stool over, hid the silver ring in a crack in the roof, hid half of the nearly two hundred copper coins in a corner of the wall, and put the other half under a broken pillow.

Zhang Qingshan lay on the bed with his arms around his head, looking at the ceiling as if he could see the starry sky outside.

It's good to have fists.

[Dali Quan was frustrated by his own laziness. He had actually become lazy. He had only just begun. Diligence leads to mastery, while idleness leads to ruin. Martial arts is like rowing against the current. He should start practicing, start practicing...]

That cannot be refuted.

Then let's start practicing.

A neighbor got up in the middle of the night, looked at the faint shadow in a certain house, and shook his head. "I thought he was normal today. Young people, they just won't accept their fate!"