Gao Wuming: From Dockworker to Physical Achievement

But just as Luo Ping regained his sight and looked into the banquet hall.

The sight before him chilled him to the bone.

Blood, bloody footprints, drag marks, and people torn in two were scattered throughout the banquet hall.

If he wasn't mistaken, those people who were split in two were none other than Murphy and his two companions from the Fighting Association.

However, they had been divided into six groups and scattered throughout the banquet hall.

Only upon seeing this scene did he belatedly realize the pervasive stench of blood throughout the banquet hall.

The strong smell of blood, combined with the scene before him, made his stomach churn.

With a "whoosh".

He vomited on the spot.

"Master Luo, this won't do. Your mental resilience needs improvement."

A voice came from beside him.

Luo Ping turned his head to look.

A person covered in blood stood next to him, so much blood that his face was obscured.

But from the other person's voice and clothing, Luo Ping still recognized them.

Chen Yi.

Chen Yi ignored him and instead surveyed the torn corpses in the banquet hall with a satisfied smile on his face.

It was as if they were admiring some kind of work of art.

"Chen Yi, you, you..." Luo Ping realized something, pointed at Chen Yi, and couldn't speak for a long time.

"What's wrong, Master Luo? Is there something you want to say?" Chen Yi turned to look at Luo Ping and asked with concern.

"You killed them all. Do you know who they were? Do you know what you've done? You're a madman."

Luo Ping's eyes were bloodshot as he pointed at Chen Yi and began to curse.

He even forgot his fear; all he could think about was the consequences of the Fight Association members dying in his presence.

This will inevitably enrage the fighting association and will also implicate him, who is present at the scene.

His future is completely ruined.

All of this was caused by Chen Yi.

"Master Luo, why are you pointing at me like that? It makes me very uncomfortable."

Chen Yi frowned slightly.

He clearly cared so much about the other person, but judging from Luo Ping's expression, he didn't appreciate it at all.

My good intentions have been completely wasted.

He grabbed Luo Ping's hand that was pointing at him and twisted it inside.

"Ah, ahhh!" Luo Ping immediately screamed in agony.

Chen Yi let go.

This revealed Luo Ping's entire hand, which had been bent and folded in half.

This pain made Luo Ping realize the reality of his situation.

Now is not the time to care about what foreigners are like or what their future holds.

The question is whether he can survive with Chen Yi.

He's killed all the foreigners; there's nothing Chen Yi wouldn't dare to do in this world.

Luo Ping was sweating profusely from the pain, but he forced himself to suppress it and cried out, "Master Chen, don't kill me! I'll give you whatever you want, silver dollars, or anything else, just tell me."

"No, no, no, Master Luo, don't beg for mercy. What's the point of begging for mercy? Tell me more about the benefits of being a dog for foreigners and the consequences of offending them. I like to hear that."

Chen Yi waved his finger in front of Luo Ping and said.

Luo Ping felt a chill creep in from his back.

The foreigners have all been killed, yet Chen Yi still wants him to say these things. What is he really thinking?

Is this person even human?

Or perhaps something else entirely.

"Chen Yi, I have a secret, a foreigner's secret, that I'm sure you'll be interested in."

Luo Ping, panting, said, "You know, the emergence of the Fighting Association is very abnormal. In the past, overseas, there was only fighting style, but our training style is unique to Da Xuan."

Even if the training methods were lost overseas, foreigners could not learn them; only the people of Da Xuan could master the martial arts.

Thirty years ago, however, the Fighting Association suddenly appeared, and fighting masters comparable to martial arts masters emerged.

Despite showing no signs of training or understanding of internal energy or blood circulation, his strength and speed were comparable to those of a martial arts master.

After I joined the fighting association, I discovered something: those fighting masters had mastered their martial arts using a kind of drug.

I've already started working on that potion, and I'm almost there. If you let me go, I'll give it to you once I get it, and I guarantee you'll break through in martial arts.

"You've offended so many people; only stronger martial arts can save you."

Chen Yi became curious and asked, "What kind of potion is it?"

Luo Ping breathed a slight sigh of relief when he saw that Chen Yi wanted to know.

He was afraid that Chen Yi would disregard everything and just want to beat him to death.

Then he said there was nothing he could do.

Luo Ping said, "I don't know either, but as long as you're willing to let me go, I'll give it to you as soon as I get it."

Chen Yi sighed, "Master Luo, I'm a man of my word. If I say I'll let you go, I definitely will."

Hope welled up in Luo Ping's eyes.

At this moment, Chen Yi changed the subject: "But I also said I was going to beat you to death. I always keep my promises, so it's a real pity."

He grabbed Luo Ping by the neck with one hand.

It is tightening continuously.

"No... spare... spare my life..." Luo Ping desperately tried to pry Chen Yi's hands off, but no matter how hard he tried, Chen Yi's hands wouldn't budge.

Luo Ping's face flushed red as he desperately tried to breathe, but the air he inhaled through his nose became less and less.

His legs kept twisting, kicking, and thrashing.

Fifteen minutes later.

Luo Ping's body shuddered and convulsed, then went limp.

Chen Yi then squeezed hard, breaking all of his neck bones.

He could have crushed Luo Ping from the start, but he didn't use much power because he wanted to make him suffer more.

Luo Ping's dog-like theory had offended his ears, and he could only cleanse them with his pain.

Chen Yi tossed the limp Luo Ping to the ground and looked around the banquet hall.

Then he found a clean wall, dipped his hand in the foreigner's blood, and wrote on it.

—The murderer was Chen Yi, the dockworker.

He swaggered over and saw that he had quite a few disciples from his Iron Body Martial Arts School.

The disciples of the Iron Body Martial Arts School have all run away. Once the body is discovered, his name will definitely be spread.

Since that's the case, why not be even more arrogant?

Anyway, that's why he came here.

After finishing writing, Chen Yi looked at the foreigner's corpse.

Thinking of Luo Ping's words.

He then began searching through the foreigner's corpse.

One, two, three.

When he turned to the third body of Morphy, Chen Yi took out a small, square, exquisite tin box from his pocket.

When the tin box was opened, a faint white vapor emerged from it, emanating a chill.

After the white mist dissipated, a metal syringe was revealed, next to which was a small glass bottle, about the size of a fingertip, in which a dark green liquid swayed slightly.

"Is this what Luo Ping was talking about? It's not surprising that the Great Xuan can really develop martial arts. Foreigners have something special."

According to Luo Ping, this should be a drug that can enhance the human body, allowing combat experts to possess superhuman strength, like martial arts masters.

Glancing at Luo Ping's corpse on the ground, Chen Yi sneered, "What you still have to slowly plan for, I can easily get my hands on. Do you know why? Because you're too spineless. That's the difference between us."