My Martial Arts Level Never Drops

Chapter 232: Chapter 133: Survived?

Now the True Martial Boxing Hall had popped up, too. It wasn’t all that surprising.

At this thought, Qin Fang frowned and said coolly, ”I caught this fish. Why should I give it to you?”

”Why?”

A vicious glint flashed in the leader’s eyes as he sneered, ”Such Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures belong to the worthy... Kid, it wasn’t easy to live this long. Don’t go throwing your life away over a single Treasure Fish. It wouldn’t be worth it.”

Qin Fang frowned at him, then nodded in agreement. ”You’re right. It’s not worth losing your life over a Treasure Fish... You’d all better leave, while I’m still in a good mood.”

He glanced at the mountain path these men had come down and saw many more people further up, all wearing the same uniform.

’So, the disciples of the True Martial Boxing Hall are all alive.’

’That means their hall master is most likely alive too.’

’He hadn’t forgotten that the master of the True Martial Boxing Hall was a veteran Huajin powerhouse.’

If possible, he didn’t want to make an enemy of them.

But that was on the condition... that they knew their place and didn’t covet things that weren’t theirs.

Unfortunately, these men desired the Treasure Fish too desperately. When they heard Qin Fang’s words, killing intent surfaced in their eyes.

”Kid, it looks like you have a death wish...”

Hearing this, Qin Fang knew the situation could no longer be resolved peacefully.

He had no intention of wasting any more words.

The Treasure Fish was still bleeding, its strange aroma filling the air... ’This blood might be good stuff, too. I don’t want to waste it.’

So Qin Fang stopped talking. His figure blurred, and he shot silently toward the six men.

His sudden movement stunned them.

Qin Fang’s speed was beyond their imagination. By the time they snapped out of it, he was already in front of their leader.

The man’s expression changed drastically. He cried out in terror, ”You—!”

But before he could finish, Qin Fang had already placed a palm against his chest.

The move seemed light and weightless, and the man was still in a daze.

But the next second...

BOOM!

With a massive bang, the man let out a shrill scream as his entire body was sent flying backward. His chest exploded in the same instant!

Blood gushed out!

It splattered all over the faces and heads of the remaining men!

They were dumbfounded.

One of them stared wide-eyed.

”Hidden Thunder in Silk! Th-This is a Mid-Anjin Stage master!!!”

They screamed in horror and retreated instinctively.

But since he had already made his move, killing one or killing two... was no different from killing all six.

Qin Fang’s figure appeared silently beside the second man.

He struck out with his palm again.

The man threw up his hands in terror to block.

But the palm pressed against his hands, and its immense power instantly crushed them against his own chest.

There was a dull THUD.

The man shuddered violently. The next moment, blood poured from his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth, and his body collapsed like a wet noodle...

From the outside, there seemed to be no injuries.

In reality, however, all the organs in his chest cavity had been instantly pulverized into a bloody pulp by the Silk Thunder in Qin Fang’s palm!

He couldn’t be more dead.

An Anjin Martial Artist killing a Mingjin Martial Artist was as easy as slaughtering chickens.

The remaining four men finally came to their senses. They knew they had picked a fight with the wrong person.

One man’s face contorted in terror. Seeing Qin Fang heading for him, he staggered backward and screamed, ”Y-You can’t kill me! M-My master is Chen Shanhe!!!!”

’And my master is Elder Wu. So what?’

Qin Fang paid him no mind. His face was expressionless as he pressed his palm forward.

THUD!

The man had no way to resist. His body flew straight back, spewing blood and even fragments of his internal organs in mid-air. He crashed to the ground, dead on impact...

This was another application of Anjin: a push with Mingjin, followed by an eruption of Anjin. The alternation of overt and covert Force could send a man flying backward as if he were a painting being hung on a wall.

Even at a moment like this, Qin Fang was still contemplating the use of Mingjin and Anjin...

And he sighed internally.

’It really does take real combat to deepen one’s understanding.’

’Practicing alone, even if you know how to use it, always feels like something is missing.’

’But now, using it on people... I can immediately understand its effects from the way they die, internalizing all the variations.’

The last two men were scared out of their wits. They turned and fled for their lives, wishing their parents had given them two more legs.

By the time Qin Fang looked up, they were already thirty or forty meters away... The speed of a Mingjin Martial Artist was quite decent.

Qin Fang didn’t give chase. Instead, he emotionlessly pulled two Iron Nails from his clothes and flicked his hand.

PFFT! PFFT!

Two dark streaks of light pierced through their heads in an instant. They had glanced back in panic as they ran, but the next moment, bloody holes appeared in their skulls. Their heads jerked, their bodies lost all strength, and they tumbled to the ground from their own momentum, never to move again.

After finishing all this, Qin Fang finally looked up at the mountainside.

On the mountain, more than a dozen figures had appeared. They were all staring down below, utterly dumbfounded.

When Qin Fang looked up at them, they instinctively took two steps back. Even from a great distance, he could see the sheer terror on their faces.

But soon, the group fell into disarray. They turned to look in one direction, bowed respectfully, and stepped back to clear a path.

Qin Fang raised an eyebrow and narrowed his eyes...

’Has a big shot arrived?’

A short while later, a figure appeared at the very front of the mountain path.

He was an old man with an aura as deep as an abyss. Just by standing there, he exuded an oppressive feeling, like a towering mountain one could only gaze up at in awe.

’The pressure is even greater than what Master gave off after he broke through to Huajin.’

Qin Fang’s gaze instantly hardened.

”What nerve. You dare kill my, Chen Shanhe’s, disciples?”

The man spoke slowly. He was extremely far away, yet his voice sounded as if it were right next to Qin Fang’s ear.

Qin Fang was shaken.

Then, without the slightest hesitation, he turned and ran!

”Hm?”

Chen Shanhe, who had been standing on the mountain, was taken aback.

In just a few bounds, Qin Fang had already vanished from his sight...