Danwu Refining Spirit

Chapter Seventy-Two: The Martial Arts Master Makes His Move

Why is there another one trying to steal the spotlight? Xiao Chong turned around sharply and saw Yin Changkong leading ten other members of the Xiao family out of the barracks.

Upon reaching Xiao Chong's back, Yin Changkong laughed and said, "There's no need for the captain to take action against such a mere bunch of petty thieves."

You're a martial arts master, so since you know they're just a bunch of petty thieves, shouldn't you let me show off my skills?

Xiao Chong looked at Yin Changkong with a frustrated expression and said, "Why are you trying to steal my spotlight?"

"Steal the show?" Yin Changkong didn't quite understand.

"It's just a performance opportunity," Xiao Chong explained helplessly.

This time, Yin Changkong understood. He clenched his fist, cracking his knuckles, and said, "It's been a long time since I've fought, my hands are itching. Besides, you asked me to come along just to do the dirty work, didn't you?"

"You're quite perceptive! In that case, why don't you go and fight Yokoyama? That would be beneficial to your cultivation." Xiao Chong earnestly offered advice to the other party.

Yin Changkong pretended not to hear this, gave Xiao Chong a look as if he were an idiot, then pointed at the burly men who had rushed up to him and asked, "What's the plan?"

"Boohoo, leg broken, then bone fractured again, then all broken." Xiao Chong composed a rhyme in one go, displaying remarkable literary talent.

"Understood." Yin Changkong replied and strolled leisurely toward the group of burly men.

The first burly man, wielding a wooden bar as thick as a large bowl, saw Yin Changkong approaching slowly and immediately shouted, smashing the bar down on the man's head.

Yin Changkong smiled, neither dodging nor avoiding the situation.

"I hope I don't kill this old man." Due to the rule in Tiannan Town that killing is forbidden, the burly man was stunned and wanted to stop, but it was too late.

However, the bloody scene of brains splattering out that I had imagined did not occur.

"Clang!" The wooden bar slammed solidly onto Yin Changkong's head. The burly man felt a sudden lightness in his hand, and when he looked again, the wooden bar was only half left.

"What a hard head!" The burly man was somewhat stunned.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Yin Changkong extended a finger and gently tapped the big man's leg. The big man screamed and flew more than ten feet away. One of his legs was broken, and he could no longer get up.

Yin Changkong continued forward and met the second burly man, her movements as graceful as a newlywed bride.

This burly man wielded a massive iron hammer, and with the first burly man as a reference, he dared not hold back. The hammer, accompanied by a fierce gust of wind, came crashing down on Yin Changkong's head.

"I refuse to believe your head is harder than a hammer!" The second burly man used every ounce of strength he had.

However, this was of no use. Just as the hammer was about to hit his head, Yin Changkong stretched out his palm and made a light, slapping motion in the air to support it.

Something magic happened.

The hammer seemed to be frozen in mid-air by some kind of magic, no matter how hard the big man tried, it wouldn't budge.

Yin Changkong reached out again, and the iron hammer flew into his hand with a "whoosh".

Then something even more amazing happened.

Before the burly man's horrified gaze, Yin Changkong clasped his hands together and rubbed them together. The hammer vanished instantly, turning into a pile of iron filings that fell to the ground through the gap between Yin Changkong's clasped hands.

This old man doesn't look impressive, so how come he's so skilled? It seems that only Mayor Hengshan in Tiannan Town can rival him! But would a martial artist of this level have the nerve to bully a thug?

The big man was completely terrified; his crotch was soaked, and you could smell the stench of urine from a distance.

But Yin Changkong did not give up. With a light wave of his hand, a series of crisp "crack" sounds rang out, and several bones in the big man's body were broken, and he was knocked onto the first big man.

"What a beautiful telekinetic technique! This is the skill of a martial artist, far surpassing my own second-rank mind master's ability to move objects!" Seeing Yin Changkong's incredibly handsome figure, Xiao Chong clapped his hands in admiration.

Upon seeing this, the remaining burly men shouted and, ignoring the one-eyed man's loud urging, dropped their weapons and turned to run.

This is not their fault. In fact, most of them are at the Martial Apprentice level or slightly lower. They are good at bullying others when they are in a normal situation, but they are no match for a truly powerful martial artist.

Tiger, I'm sorry, but this old man is too fierce! We have elderly parents and young children to support, and we've followed you with our families just to make a living. It's not worth risking our lives.

The burly men were having a great time escaping, wishing they had been born with two more legs.

You think you can just walk away after injuring the miners in the team? Who's going to do the mining work then? Do you expect me, a martial arts master, to do the hard labor myself?

Yin Changkong's face darkened, and she instantly transformed from a newlywed bride into a fierce and angry mother-in-law.

Along the way, they would point, pat, tap, kick, or punch.

Amidst the flying figures, some of the burly men had broken bones, some had their tendons snapped, and others had all their joints shattered and scattered by Yin Changkong, turning them into a pile of mud. In just a breath, they all flew onto the two burly men who had been standing there, piling up high like a human pyramid.

That's all, all done!

Yin Changkong swept the hem of his robe back and walked away gracefully, like a chivalrous knight who could "kill one person in ten steps and leave no trace for a thousand miles," exuding a heroic air.

But I always feel like something's not quite right, it shouldn't be like this, right?

Yin Changkong looked around, then suddenly his eyes narrowed and he stared at the one-eyed dragon who was sneaking away.

One-Eyed Dragon was about to leave the camp when he suddenly felt a tightness in his back, as if he had been stabbed with a knife. He froze on the spot, not daring to move an inch.

Trying to run away? Why are you being so uncooperative? If you take the small one but let the big one go, won't Xiao Chong, that unscrupulous guy, laugh at you to death?

Yin Changkong leaped into the air, spreading his arms like an eagle pouncing down.

"Is he going to eat it all by himself?" Xiao Chong shouted, "Leave this for me!"

The eagle turned into a fly, and Yin Changkong couldn't stop in time, so he tumbled down from the sky.

"Why didn't you say so earlier? Why did you have to embarrass me like this?" Yin Changkong stood up, his face flushed with anger, but he dared not speak out because of Xiao Chong's tyrannical power.

Xiao Chong disregarded Yin Changkong's feelings and pointed at the one-eyed dragon, saying, "Hey you, don't say I'm bullying you or not giving you a chance. Come over here and have a match with me. If you lose, you'll have to listen to me in everything."

With that old man watching, it seemed there was no escape; his only hope lay with the young man. One-Eyed Dragon decided to seize the opportunity and asked, "What if I win?"

"How could you possibly win?" Xiao Chong glanced at Yin Changkong behind him and chuckled.

When the time came, One-Eyed Dragon was quite straightforward and said bluntly, "There are winners and losers. Just tell me what will happen if I win."

Xiao Chong glanced at Yin Changkong again, pointed at him and said to the one-eyed dragon, "If you win, then... have another match with him."

How can someone be so shameless? I'm the thug, okay? Are you trying to steal my job? The one-eyed man rolled his eyes, almost blinding himself with his only remaining good eye.

But judging from their stance, it seems we have no choice but to fight. Let's at least get through this hurdle first.

One-Eyed Dragon turned and went back into the camp, getting into a fighting stance.

"Draw your weapons!" Xiao Chong shouted, drawing his Immortal-Slaying Sword.

With so many of you, only a fool would draw their weapons!

The one-eyed man used a little trick and said, "Weapons have no eyes, so I'll spar with you empty-handed."

"As expected of an old hand, quite cunning indeed!" Xiao Chong chuckled, sheathed the Immortal-Slaying Sword, stepped forward, and punched the one-eyed dragon in the face.

Too fast! The one-eyed man's vision blurred, and he quickly crossed his arms to shield himself.

"Smack!" Xiao Chong's fist struck the one-eyed man's arm, knocking him back two steps, while the one-eyed man stood still.

"He's got some skills," Xiao Chong thought, refusing to believe it. He swung his fists rapidly, like a windmill, unleashing over a hundred punches in the blink of an eye.

This was all the result of Xiao Fangzheng's grueling training. He trained hard for three months, teaching nothing else but focusing solely on speed and reaction time.

The one-eyed man was immediately flustered and overwhelmed, struggling to defend himself.

In fact, in terms of their martial arts level, One-Eyed Dragon was far superior to Xiao Chong. However, the thought of having to fight that martial arts master again after winning made him very unsure of himself.

He only wanted to block Xiao Chong's attack and maintain a stalemate until Xiao Chong ran out of energy, then they would fight to a draw.

Say a few polite words, such as "May the green hills remain unchanged and the clear waters flow forever," and then find a chance to slip away. As for saying things like "see you later," it's best not to say anything.

However, this made it difficult for the one-eyed dragon to defend himself, greatly reducing his strength. He was forced to retreat repeatedly by Xiao Chong's punches.

Xiao Chong only wanted to test the results of his training over the past few days and vent his frustration at being overshadowed; he didn't care about anything else.

Moreover, with Yin Changkong backing him up, he wasn't afraid of any danger, so he just punched and kicked.

When they got really into it, they used all sorts of moves, like "groin kick," "single dragon drill," "scooping the moon from the sea," and "monkey stealing peaches," aiming for the one-eyed man's groin area with every strike.

These low-down tricks are something even a seasoned gangster like me wouldn't dare use. How come you're so skilled at them?

Seeing how young you are and how well-off you seem, don't you feel any psychological pressure using such methods?

The one-eyed man grew increasingly frustrated and resentful as the fight progressed.

However, Xiao Chong had no sense of being a master; on the contrary, he felt that these moves were varied, effective, and had great potential.

Half an hour later, seeing that Xiao Chong's speed had gradually slowed down, the one-eyed man finally breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems the opponent has almost exhausted his energy. If he can hold on for another incense stick's time, this kid will collapse from exhaustion.

One-Eyed Dragon's spirits lifted, and he mustered all his strength to hold on, feeling that there was a good chance of escaping unscathed today. Although his cultivation was deeper than Xiao Chong's, simply taking the beating without fighting back was something even a person of iron couldn't withstand.

But the next moment, Xiao Chong's actions made One-Eyed Dragon's heart sink, and he felt that life was full of changes and was truly unpredictable.