Gu Long: Dominating the Martial Arts World Starting from Transmigrating as A Fei

The warehouse, long abandoned, was covered in dust and chilled by a biting wind.

Zhao Zhengyi and the other three were lying on the ground, all of them subdued by Afei's acupressure techniques.

Even without being acupunctured, the four severely injured people didn't have the strength to get up.

When Afei pushed open the door, they immediately stopped their whispered plot and looked at him in unison.

Looking at their hostile gazes, Afei suddenly laughed.

He smiled faintly and said:

"Don't look at me like that. The victor is king, the loser is villain; it's always been that way."

There's no need to say anything nice now, since these people can't cause any more trouble anyway.

Tian Qi's face, which always wore a smile, could no longer smile.

His face was deathly pale from blood loss, and he groaned in a low voice:

"Don't be so smug. You only succeeded by taking advantage of our unpreparedness to launch a sneak attack. You're just a petty person who's gotten your way."

Upon hearing this, Afei walked over to Tian Qi and smiled:

"A sneak attack? I gave you a chance to fight head-on, but you were useless."

"Even if I cured you now, would you dare to face me head-on?"

Tian Qi was taken aback, gritted his teeth, and didn't dare to say anything affirmative.

He knew very well that if he were to fight Ah Fei head-on, he would be no match for Ah Fei based solely on his martial arts skills.

Seeing this, Zhao Zhengyi said angrily:

"If we hadn't disdained to stoop to your level and held back, how could we have been secretly harmed by a brat who hasn't even grown his first beard yet?"

Before he could finish speaking, Ah Fei slapped him across the face with the instep of his foot.

This is the second time today that Afei has slapped his face with his foot.

Zhao Zhengyi was absolutely furious.

"I can't stand hypocritical guys like you."

Afei lowered his eyelids and looked down at Zhao Zhengyi.

"He speaks righteous and moral words, but his heart is full of wicked and immoral thoughts."

"You four ganged up on me, and you have the nerve to say you wouldn't stoop to my level?"

Zhao Zhengyi's face turned pale and then red as his lie was exposed.

He had fought Ah Fei twice, so he naturally knew how skilled Ah Fei was.

Having been taught a lesson once again, Zhao Zhengyi dared not utter another word.

Four seasoned veterans, whose combined age exceeds two hundred, couldn't defeat sixteen-year-old Afei even when they joined forces.

If word gets out that this happened, they will have no face left to stand in the martial arts world.

So they're still stubbornly refusing to admit it.

Qin Xiaoyi, whose son was killed, was the most furious, yet she was the most composed of the four.

His face was gloomy, and his eyes were fixed on A-Fei without blinking.

Perhaps because of the loss of her beloved son, Qin Xiaoyi's voice was low and hoarse.

He said in a hoarse voice:

"You won't even admit that Chong'er died at your hands?"

"Wasn't it you who secretly attacked him during your sparring session?"

Ah Fei glanced at him and said:

"I have no grudge against him, why should I take his life?"

"Besides, if I really wanted to kill him, how could you have so easily noticed?"

Looking around at the four people, Afei said disdainfully:

"You call yourselves heroes of the martial world, yet you keep saying I attacked you by sneak and that you showed me mercy. It's nothing but an excuse for your defeat."

Gongsun Moyun, who had been silent until now, suddenly spoke.

Of the four, his injury was the most painful; broken bones were still exposed, causing him to grit his teeth in pain and his arms to twitch uncontrollably.

He asked, trembling:

"What...what exactly do you want?"

Gongsun Moyun just wanted to end all of this as soon as possible; he was about to give up.

Ah Fei looked down at him.

Finally, someone asked that question.

Even at this point, they're still clinging to their pride. I don't know what these people are thinking.

Ah Fei drew his sword and said:

"I won't make things difficult for you; your lives are in my hands now."

"You only need to spend some money as compensation for me."

The group of people were taken aback, and some of them began to have doubts.

This kid only wants silver?

Doesn't he know that the most precious thing in the hands of these powerful figures is the martial arts manuals they keep at home?

For a family to establish itself in the martial arts world, a substantial family fortune is essential.

But the most important thing is to see which family has the most secret manuals.

The more secrets you have, the more likely the next generation you are to produce outstanding talents.

This is the foundation of a family's prosperity.

That's why the Shaolin Temple Sutra Repository, with its vast collection of scriptures, is coveted by so many people.

What they didn't know was that A-Fei, who had awakened the "Complete Record of Ancient Martial Arts," didn't need to collect martial arts techniques one by one himself.

Moreover, martial arts techniques with mediocre power and limited effectiveness were directly eliminated.

For Ah Fei, earning money to upgrade his martial arts skills was of course more important.

For these four people, money can be earned back, so they were all somewhat wavering.

Only Gongsun Moyun pondered for a long time before speaking:

"What can you do to us if we don't have money?"

Hearing him say that, Ah Fei laughed and said:

"You mean you have no money?"

Gongsun Moyun stiffened his neck and said defiantly:

"That's right, even if I had money, I wouldn't give it to you."

Unlike the other three, Gongsun Moyun was genuinely broke.

Compared to Zhao Zhengyi and others who had powerful families backing them, he was just a wandering knight-errant.

Once they make money, they go out drinking and visiting brothels, so how much is left?

Seeing Gongsun Moyun's reaction, Afei smiled.

The other three didn't even see how Afei made his move.

A throwing knife with no hilt appeared on Gongsun Moyun's forehead.

Little Li Flying Dagger!

The other three gasped.

This kid is not only highly skilled in martial arts, but he has also received Li Xunhuan's true teachings.

No wonder Li Xunhuan protected him so much; it turns out they had a master-disciple relationship.

They were all wrong.

Afei Lu's move was a level of the "Little Li Flying Dagger" technique she had learned.

However, its level is still too low.

Although the technique is the same as that of "Little Li Flying Dagger", it also combines the true qi of "Mingyu Skill" and the power of "Sweeping Across the Army".

This is why it has speed and power that look similar to Li Xunhuan's throwing knives.

The purpose of doing this was to make them misunderstand that their actions were at Li Xunhuan's behest.

Anyway, that guy doesn't care about reputation or anything like that, and he might even praise me for using psychological tactics so well.

Afei walked over, pulled out his throwing knife, and aimed it at Zhao Zhengyi.

Zhao Zhengyi was the oldest among them, and also the most afraid of death.

Seeing that A Fei's throwing knife was aimed at him, Zhao Zhengyi quickly gave in.

His face was ashen as he said:

"How much silver do you want?"

Once the first one does it, no one else will be able to stick with it.

Afei nodded, then drew the sword from his waist.

He walked up to them, writing on the brick floor as he spoke:

"Let's calculate it according to your drinking numbers and rankings."

"The phrase 'Iron-faced and impartial' is worth 400,000 taels of silver."

"You are the eldest of the four, so your salary is four times that, which is 1.6 million taels."

Write "160" on the brick ground next to Zhao Zhengyi.

He then walked over to Qin Xiaoyi's side.

"The phrase 'Iron Heart Shakes All Directions' is worth 500,000 taels of silver. If you rank third, double that to one million taels."

"Your son's share will also be counted towards your share, 'Jade-Faced Divine Fist' worth 400,000 taels."

"That's 1.4 million taels."

Then he wrote "one hundred and forty".

Finally, he arrived at Tian Qi's side.

Tian Qi's face turned green.

This is because his shout is the longest, and he is the second oldest, which is three times higher.

Sure enough, Afei wrote as he spoke:

"'One stick can suppress the world, three iron wills can pacify the universe,' tsk, that's a pretty long slogan."

"...totaling four million two hundred thousand taels."