Urban Martial Saint

Following all the way, Prince Nalan had been looking for an opportunity. Finally, turning onto a mountain path, seeing no one around, Prince Nalan quickened his pace and hurried towards White-haired Ding San.

Prince Nalan initially intended to launch a sneak attack on Ding San from behind. Unexpectedly, just as he took two steps, Ding San in front stopped abruptly and turned to look at him.

Prince Nalan was momentarily stunned. With his strength, at this distance, he was confident that even masters like Prince Wan Yan and Northern Martial Zen wouldn’t be able to hear his movements. But what was going on with this Ding San? Could it be that his strength surpassed even Prince Wan Yan and Northern Martial Zen?

After a moment’s hesitation, Prince Nalan still rushed forward, his right fist bursting from his waist, aiming straight for Ding San’s chest.

Among the Five Unmatches of the World, Prince Nalan was considered the earliest and most senior. Although he wasn’t young anymore, Inner Strength is something that only grows stronger with age. This punch, thrown with all his might, was meant to resolve Ding San quickly and leave, to avoid being discovered by the Bloody Monk as the one who killed Ding San. This punch’s force was at full power, and even the other members of the Five Unmatches might not dare to take it head-on.

Facing Prince Nalan’s all-out strike, Ding San didn’t mean to dodge, merely retaliating with a punch. Although Ding San was very powerful now, he was different from other top-level masters. Before wielding the Murderer’s Manual and the Murderer’s Knife, he was just an ordinary person. The Murderer’s Manual and the Murderer’s Knife changed his constitution, granting him a formidable physique and extraordinary Inner Strength, but he hadn’t learned a single Martial Arts Technique. Now, even with exceptional Inner Strength, he couldn’t perform a single martial technique and relied solely on his robust physique and Inner Strength to fight, not knowing how to counter or respond to moves.

However, Ding San’s aim was still quite good. This punch, neither biased nor slanted, met Prince Nalan’s fist on the same trajectory, about to collide directly.

Prince Nalan didn’t evade either, only a cold smile passing his lips, as his fist collided with Ding San’s.

As the fists collided, a crisp crack sounded, and Ding San’s arm immediately twisted, the bones broken. Yet, Prince Nalan’s fist didn’t lose speed, crashing straight into Ding San’s chest, sending his entire body flying backwards, spitting out fresh blood and hitting the ground hard, unable even to crawl.

Even so, Ding San seemed unable to feel pain, using his other arm to prop himself up against a nearby boulder. He kept vomiting blood, staining his clothes, yet his face showed no hint of pain, appearing very strange.

Prince Nalan furrowed his brow immediately; a full-power punch like this, there were only a scant few in the world who could withstand it, not even the masters among the Five Unmatches could take it without suffering greatly. And after exchanging that punch with Ding San, he was pretty much aware of Ding San’s capabilities. He believed this punch could completely kill Ding San. However, the result was unexpected—Ding San not only wasn’t dead, but even stood up, entirely beyond his expectations.

Nonetheless, this exchange gave Prince Nalan a more direct understanding of Ding San’s strength. Regardless of Ding San’s combat prowess, just his resilience was astonishing. If allowed to grow like this, even Prince Nalan might not be able to handle him in time.

This strengthened Prince Nalan’s resolve to kill Ding San. Seeing Ding San struggling to stand, he showed no mercy, charging forward again, delivering a second full-force punch to Ding San’s chest. Though Ding San’s resilience was strong, Prince Nalan had full confidence in his strength. A few more punches like this, and Ding San’s internal organs would surely be shattered—could he not die from that?

Although Ding San managed to get up, he had no power to resist. Taking a second punch to the chest from Prince Nalan, he flew backwards again, crashing heavily into a boulder, blood spraying from his nose and mouth, due to his internal organs being shaken. Even so, Ding San stood up firmly, showing no sign of pain from his injuries, as if he couldn’t feel pain at all.

”I want to see just how many punches you can take!” Prince Nalan shouted angrily, rushing towards Ding San again. Just as he was about to reach Ding San, he suddenly halted, sharply turning his head to look at the distance, a hint of hesitation flashing in his eyes. The hesitation lasted less than a second before he delivered another punch to Ding San’s chest.

Ding San was sent flying again, but this time, Prince Nalan didn’t check if Ding San was dead. After throwing the punch, he immediately turned and ran in another direction, without paying any attention to whether Ding San was alive or dead.

Less than half a minute later, a red shadow came rushing from another direction. This red shadow was incredibly fast, and in the blink of an eye, it was beside Ding San. The red shadow was none other than the Bloody Monk, wearing a blood-red Kasaya.

In fact, Prince Nalan had heard the Bloody Monk approaching, so after delivering the third punch, he dared not linger and fled directly.

Seeing Ding San sitting paralyzed on the ground, unable to get up, the Bloody Monk’s eyes immediately flashed with rage. He looked around, gritting his teeth and yelling, ”You’re supposed to be a Peak Master, yet you strike at a junior! Aren’t you ashamed? Hmph, don’t think Buddha Master won’t find out who you are just because I didn’t see you. If Buddha Master discovers who did this, I will personally pay a visit!”

The Bloody Monk was too far away earlier, only hearing the commotion without knowing who attacked. Despite being furious, he had no target for revenge and could only utter such harsh words. However, based on Ding San’s injuries, he guessed that only a master at the level of the Five Unques could inflict such damage.

After cursing a bit, the Bloody Monk still went over to support Ding San. Ding San’s resilience was strong, but after taking three consecutive punches, he couldn’t withstand anymore. His internal organs had been shattered, and it was already a miracle that he was still alive.

The Bloody Monk felt Ding San’s pulse, spat, and said, ”Thankfully, there’s still a breath left, so you won’t die. It seems someone has noticed you, so I must speed up your power advancement!”

As he spoke, the Bloody Monk hoisted Ding San over his back and headed straight for the nearby pier. At this pier, a few people were sneakily preparing to stow away. The boat hadn’t arrived yet, and they were waiting by the shore. However, instead of the boat, they saw a monk in a blood-red Kasaya.

Seeing the Bloody Monk, these people were visibly stunned. They exchanged glances, and the leader shouted, ”Hey, monk, what are you doing?”

The Bloody Monk said nothing, carrying Ding San, walking straight to the group.

The group was bewildered, but seeing Ding San’s blood-covered body over the monk’s back, their expressions changed. The leader quickly pulled a machete from his waist, pointed at the Bloody Monk, and shouted, ”Hey, what are you up to? I’m warning you, don’t come closer, or I’ll hack you to death!”

The Bloody Monk acted as if he didn’t hear him, continuing to walk forward. The man flinched, having never seen anyone unfazed by a knife threat before. However, the man was bold; seeing the monk approach, he gritted his teeth and swung the machete down hard.

Facing the machete, the Bloody Monk extended two fingers easily catching the blade. With a slight twist, the machete shattered into fragments. With a sweep of his sleeve, the Bloody Monk sent those fragments flying like bullets, piercing through the entire group.

The group had been on guard against the Bloody Monk, but no one expected him to be so terrifying. They were severely wounded by the shrapnel and slowly collapsed, each bearing a look of disbelief at their end.

The Bloody Monk remained calm, as killing these men seemed a routine matter to him. He placed White-haired Ding San on the ground, then arranged the corpses around him.

Soon, the Murderer’s Manual and the Murderer’s Knife in Ding San’s hands started absorbing the men’s blood, exchanging it for Ding San’s. During this exchange, his internal injuries swiftly healed, and his previously shattered organs gradually restored.

This was the most mysterious and peculiar aspect of the Murderer’s Manual and the Murderer’s Knife, able to absorb blood to repair one’s own body. As long as a person didn’t die, however severe the injury, it could be healed through blood exchange, which was the main reason for Ding San’s rapid rise in power.

Once the Bloody Monk had killed these people, the blood exchange process took a full half-hour to complete. When it was done, Ding San’s entire being was fully restored. He looked at the nearby Bloody Monk, then stood obediently by his side again, without a trace of his previous bloodlust and killing intent.

Nowadays, even though Ding San’s strength has increased dramatically, he has lost his humanity. Now he is more like a beast, one raised by the Bloody Monk and very obedient to him, yet extremely fierce towards outsiders.