Chaos begins when one joins a martial arts school

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"I think you want to die!" the tall, thin man cursed, throwing a punch with brute force but without any technique.

Yang Jing stood firmly, neither dodging nor avoiding, his left arm blocking and his right fist clenched, which was the starting stance of the Mountain-Crushing Fist.

The fist grazed the skinny man's arm before landing heavily on his ribs.

"Ow!"

The tall, thin man doubled over in pain as if struck by a heavy hammer, and the dagger in his hand clattered to the ground.

The short-haired man was startled. Looking at his fallen companion, he gritted his teeth, his eyes hardened, and he thrust the dagger straight into Yang Jing's abdomen with swift and vicious movements.

Yang Jing's expression hardened slightly, but he remained calm and composed.

He is now a master of Ming Jin, having truly entered the realm of Jin. He has been sparring and exchanging blows with Liu Maolin for a long time, and has also personally killed people and seen blood. In a real fight, he remains completely composed.

Yang Jing shifted his feet slightly, his figure moving like a ghost, dodging half a foot. At the same time, his left hand shot out with lightning speed, precisely grabbing the short-haired man's wrist, while his right hand formed a fist, unleashing a sudden burst of internal energy—

"boom!"

The fist was slamming into the short-haired man's elbow.

With a soft "crack," the short-haired man screamed and released his grip, the dagger falling to the ground, his arm twisted at an odd angle.

Yang Jing didn't stop. He pushed forward, and the short-haired man staggered back a few steps and fell to the ground with a thud, rolling around in pain.

In less than three breaths, the two gangsters wielding daggers were completely incapacitated.

"Get out of here right now. If you're this reckless again, I'll break your legs."

After Yang Jing finished speaking, he didn't even look at the two people groaning on the ground. He bent down, picked up two daggers, casually threw them into the weeds at the foot of the courtyard wall, and then pushed open the door and went into the courtyard.

There were other tenants in the courtyard.

Hearing the commotion, they ran to the gate and were startled. They secretly labeled Yang Jing as a "ruthless person" and someone "not to be trifled with."

Yang Jing was unaware of what the other tenants were thinking at that moment, and he didn't care.

After dealing with the two gang thugs, he went straight back to his room and started stewing meat.

Having finished his monthly quota of ten jin of bear meat, Yang Jing has now started eating horse meat.

I used to think horse meat tasted pretty good, but after eating bear meat, eating horse meat boiled in plain water with some salt felt like chewing wax.

The groans outside the courtyard gate quickly disappeared, clearly indicating that the two gang thugs had endured the pain and left.

Yang Jing didn't take these two gang thugs seriously. They were just two ordinary people who hadn't even had systematic training in martial arts, and they were not worth mentioning to him at all.

He is now a true master of internal strength, and there is a huge gap between him and ordinary people who have not developed internal strength.

Moreover, Yang Jing had undergone professional martial arts training at the Sun Family Martial Arts School, receiving systematic instruction from a master of internal energy transformation, as well as diligent sparring and exchanges with his fellow disciples.

Whether in terms of strength or skill, the gap between Yang Jing and ordinary people is now enormous.

For Yang Jing, defeating or killing those two gang thugs was not difficult, and was even somewhat easy. This is the difference between a martial artist who has reached the level of internal strength and an ordinary person.

It was precisely because of this huge gap that Master Ning of Wazi Township immediately sent his steward to apologize and show goodwill after learning that Yang Jing had broken through to the Ming Jin realm.

If Yang Jingruo intends to kill Ning Xuezhi, Ning Xuezhi may escape the first day of the month, but he may not be able to escape the fifteenth.

While stewing the meat, Yang Jing's mind raced.

"Fourth Senior Brother's family runs a pharmacy and sells medicinal herbs. They are quite well-known in the entire Yuhe County and probably know a lot about these gangs. We can ask Fourth Senior Brother about the specifics of the Dayun Gang tomorrow."

Yang Jing thought to himself. Now that he had already broken ties with the Dayun Gang, it would be better to learn more about them.

"Judging from the behavior of these two gang thugs today, they probably don't know that I've already gotten really into it."

"If they knew I was a Ming Jin martial artist, they wouldn't dare to attack me so brazenly even if they had three times the courage."

"But this is normal."

"To the people of the Dayun Gang, the original owner of this body may just be one of the ordinary people who borrowed money from them at high interest rates. There is no need to pay too much attention to him. He can just come to collect the debt when the due date arrives."

"However, after this incident, the Dayun Gang will probably investigate me thoroughly."

Yang Jing narrowed his eyes slightly.

He didn't know the background or strength of the Dayun Gang.

"Will the Great Fortune Gang let this matter drop after they find out I've successfully entered the realm of internal energy?"

Yang Jing frowned in thought.

Normally, this is quite possible.

After all, he had only borrowed eight taels of silver from the Dayun Gang as principal.

Eight taels of silver should be nothing to the Dayun Gang, whose main business is lending money at exorbitant interest rates.

Wouldn't it be extremely unwise to antagonize a Ming Jin expert for eight taels of silver?
"No, no, these gangs are all bad, especially the Dayun Gang, which has done many heinous things. We can't judge them by common sense."

Yang Jing's brows gradually furrowed.

To others, it might just be eight taels of silver.

But in the eyes of those beasts in the Dayun Gang, this was sixteen taels of silver.

Moreover, these gang members are ruthless and skilled at using many insidious methods, so they may not care about my Ming Jin skill.

"No, we still need to be more careful and try to prolong the conflict with the Dayun Gang. If I break through to the Dark Force realm, these gangs won't be a problem."

Yang Jing's mind raced, and he decided to be more careful in the future.

He wasn't afraid if the Dayun Gang directly provoked him, but he was worried that they might use methods like poisoning, assassination, or sneak attacks against him.

"Let's see how things go. If it really doesn't work out, please ask Master to provide me with a woodshed so I can live at the martial arts school permanently!"

Guang'anfang, in the courtyard where the headquarters of the Dayun Gang is located.

Dust billowed as several shirtless men gambled around a stone table, the clatter of dice hitting the bowl mingling with a chorus of profanities.

"Damn it, that hurts like hell!"

The short-haired man was half-supported and half-carried in by the tall, thin young man. His arm was twisted at an odd angle, and his face was covered in cold sweat. He cursed in pain as soon as he entered the courtyard.

The gang members who were gambling looked up at the sound and, seeing the two in such a miserable state, threw down their dice and surrounded them.

"Brother Shun, what happened? Did someone beat you up?" a man with a buzz cut asked loudly, his eyes scanning the two men. "Who did this to you? It was so brutal?"

The tall, thin young man clutched his ribs, wincing in pain. "Who else could it be? It's Yang Jing! Damn it, this kid's been hiding it well. He's actually a martial arts expert. He took us both down in no time."

“I suspect he might have gotten carried away,” the short-haired man said in a trembling voice.

(End of this chapter)