Gao Wuming: From Dockworker to Physical Achievement

"Old Liu, stop joking. We have a lot of things to do. Let's go." Hong Zheng turned to leave.

Liu Hong quickly stopped him and explained, "That person's martial arts talent lies not in his realm, but in his combat ability."

I fought him. Although his cultivation level was only at the Bone Forging stage, his external martial arts were incredibly tough. Even I could only defeat him through persistent, gradual effort.

Hong Zheng nodded and said, "To be able to fight Lian Zang at the Bone Forging Realm and remain undefeated for a long time is indeed a combat genius."

But what difference does it make if he's considered a weaker, filthy martial artist? It doesn't help the situation.

Liu Hong said, "Listen to me, you all know the difference between 'dirty training' and 'bone forging,' right?"

Master Wuxin said, "The cultivator has awakened its sensory instincts and can make the best combat decisions before it even thinks. Even a Bone Forging Martial Master can't even touch it."

Liu Hong said, "That was indeed the case at first, but after fighting with me for a while, he also awakened his sensory instincts, kept up with my movements, and finally fought me to a draw."

It wasn't a draw; it was a genuine tie. And given his external martial arts skills, if it were a life-or-death struggle, I would definitely lose.

Upon hearing this, Hong Zheng and Master Wuxin's expressions kept changing.

Surprise, shock, and excitement.

A variety of emotions were present.

"How is this possible? Perceptual instincts are clearly something that can only be acquired at the level of Cultivation, and it is absolutely impossible to master them through Bone Forging."

"Benefactor Liu, you're not trying to deceive this humble monk, are you?"

Liu Hong said, "If someone else had told me directly, I would have thought it impossible, but I did it myself and witnessed it firsthand, so I have no choice but to believe it."

I've already told him to come to the Xingyi Martial Arts School later. Whether it's true or not, you'll find out when you try it out. I have no reason to lie to people.

The two thought about it and realized that this made sense.

Why bother making up a lie that's so easily exposed, especially since there's no benefit in doing so?

"If it's really as you say, with such combat talent, perhaps a martial arts master could actually emerge..." Hong Zheng murmured.

Master Wuxin said, "Benefactor Hong, are you saying that you want that benefactor to reach the extreme realm? No one has ever successfully reached that realm."

Liu Hong continued, "If the journey is successful, a martial arts expert comparable to a grandmaster will emerge, and the situation in Da Xuan will be immediately alleviated."

Hong Zheng said, "If he really has that kind of martial arts talent, then we should do our best to cultivate him. The situation in Daxuan might really have a chance to turn around. Let's go and call him here now."

Liu Hong said, "Don't worry, he just finished a martial arts competition. He fought against the entire martial arts community of Tianhai by himself, and he even fought against me. Let him rest for a few days, and he won't run away again."

"That's true."

*

The dockside market.

After meeting his uncle, Chen Yi returned to the training warehouse and began practicing martial arts. The proficiency level on the panel in front of him continued to rise with his hard work.

Outside the warehouse, gunshots rang out intermittently, the sound not loud, only echoing within the warehouse area and not reaching outside.

Because all the henchmen practiced shooting in the warehouse, which was soundproofed.

Outside, Li Cheng was talking to Qin Tianqi.

"Brother Tianqi, is one day a bit too short for shooting practice? I'm afraid you'll only know how to fire, but won't have much accuracy," Li Cheng said.

Qin Tianqi laughed and said, "That's what Master Yi means. As long as you know how to shoot, that's fine. As for accuracy, let me ask you, how many guns do we have?"

Li Chengdao said, "Now it's five hundred and fifty."

Qin Tianqi said, "Six hundred and fifty guns. My shipment will arrive tonight. With so many guns, do we need to be accurate? Just fire forward. Even if they have wings, we'll kill them."

Li Cheng suddenly realized, "That makes sense. You really understand, Brother Tianqi."

Qin Tianqi laughed and said, "Acheng, you came from the mountains after all. Although you have experienced some things, you still lack experience."

"It's alright, Master Yi isn't one to sit idle. There's plenty of work to be done in the future. Ah Hao has already gained enough experience, let alone Ah Cheng, you're a smart guy to begin with."

Ah Hao was referring to Shang Hao, the eldest of the two Shang brothers.

This guy is half again as tall as an average person and a whole size bigger. He's also practicing martial arts and has broken through the barrier of Qi and Blood.

It was much larger, like a small giant.

However, compared to his physical talents, he doesn't use his brain very much.

When he heard Qin Tianqi say that about him, he just stood there and gave a simple, honest smile.

The younger brother, Shang Jun, remained silent, listening intently and carefully absorbing their conversation.

As Qin Tianqi spoke, she glanced at Shang Jun unintentionally.

This kid is smart, but he's a bit too calculating. He needs to be given a good talking-to to prevent him from making the wrong choices.

After all, they were all brothers who worked for Master Yi from the beginning. If something really happened and they had to kill someone, he would still feel heartbroken.

Time passed while practicing shooting.

It got dark.

That evening, another batch of guns was delivered to the warehouse area.

The man who came to deliver the goods was a merchant with a small mustache. Qin Tianqi went up to him and started chatting with him very familiarly.

Originally, this little mustache was somewhat arrogant.

Anyone in the Tianhai region who can get their hands on guns has power.

But once he arrived at the warehouse district and heard the intense gunfire, his arrogance vanished from his face.

He shook hands with Qin Tianqi and asked, "Mr. Qin, what were those sounds?"

Qin Tianqi smiled and said, "Mr. Zhao, are you curious? I can let you take a look."

The man with the mustache gave a forced smile: "Let's forget about it."

He already had a guess about the voice, and he was afraid that if he went to look, the other party would kill him on the grounds that he had seen something he shouldn't have.

"Mr. Zhao, why are you afraid? We are partners. This is just the first time. We will cooperate in many areas in the future. This will allow you to see our situation and have a better understanding of our capabilities."

Qin Tianqi smiled and led the little mustache into the gun training warehouse, where they saw the henchmen practicing shooting.

Several hundred people gathered inside, each carrying a rifle, taking turns to fire at the target.

Although the accuracy was appalling, the sight of everyone carrying a gun was still shocking.

With so many guns, accuracy becomes secondary; as long as you don't fire in the wrong direction, that's enough.

"How is it, Mr. Zhao?" Qin Tianqi asked with a smile.

The man with the small mustache sighed, "Mr. Qin, in a place without foreigners, you could probably carve out a territory and become a warlord."

Qin Tianqi said, "He's just a minor warlord. Our Master Yi's ambitions go far beyond that."

As they were talking.

boom.

A loud bang.

A huge iron lock smashed through the warehouse wall and flew out, knocking a ten-centimeter-long chip into the stone bricks on the ground upon landing.

Behind the hole in the wall, a shirtless man stood there, still in a punching stance.

Upon seeing the two people outside, he lowered his fist and smiled, "Are you talking about something? Sorry to disturb you, please continue, don't mind me."

Mr. Zhao swallowed hard, and an absurd idea popped into his head.

He secretly glanced at the iron lock.

But on the iron lock, there was a fist imprint, three-tenths of an inch deep.

His heart started pounding like a drum.

The iron locks were dented from being punched so hard.

Is this... even human?