Chapter 112 Cleansing and Harvesting

Holding the dagger, the qi and blood in the body circulated at a high speed.

Zhou Yan rarely used weapons.

It's not that he can't, but there's no need.

When one's martial arts are not yet accomplished, there is no time to learn the art of swordsmanship. After one has mastered it, one will be invincible. Even if one learns swordsmanship, one will have no sword to draw.

Now, I have some ideas in mind and my hands are itching a little.

Call ~
In the midst of the sword light.

Zhou Yan took a deep breath, his eyes were solemn and without the slightest wavering. He quickly scanned the positions and movements of the enemies around him to determine their weaknesses.

"found it!"

In just a moment, Zhou Yan's eyes moved slightly.

Then he tensed the hand holding the knife, stomped his foot, turned his wrist, and the energy and blood in his body instantly became active to the extreme, providing strength for all of Zhou Yan's muscles.

Step forward and take a deep breath.

Turn your waist and work together.

Then, at the moment when his energy and spirit are most concentrated, he draws his sword!

Wow~
The sword was swung out, and the blade light was like the moon.

The air current spreads out like a stream of water.

In an instant, a blade light appeared that was stronger and brighter than the dozens of blade lights before his eyes. As the blade light trembled, it covered all the blade lights that were trying to attack, and then counterattacked back and drowned them!

The sword lights that the gang of thugs slashed out together were shattered and disappeared in an instant.

Puff puff!
There were several sounds of blood spurting out, and three or five big heads fell from the sky.

The blood spurted into the sky three feet high.

After Zhou Yan chopped out with his sword, he turned the tip of the sword and raised it up as well. He then chopped back with his other hand, controlling the force skillfully and slashed the throats of several people.

With Zhou Yan as the center.

In just two or three breaths, seven or eight people died.

"You are so strong, let me meet you!"

Sun Shan was among his companions. When he saw this scene, his pupils shrank and he couldn't help but say: Let's see if you can still be so arrogant!

As soon as he finished speaking, he pounced on him.

The short knife in his hand is sharp, but unlike the others, he does not just swing the weapon casually, but is the one who actually holds the knife.

There are also some rules for knife skills.

Facing Zhou Yan, the short knife chopped from top to bottom!
Sun Shan is a general under Sun Cheng. Although he is a gangster, he seems to have some talent in martial arts and has reached the level of physical training.

The sword he swung out at this time was quite extraordinary.

When the others saw this, their morale, which had begun to decline, rose again. They filled the vacant positions, cleared the battlefield for Sun Shan, and swung their swords again, trying to capture Zhou Yan's figure and find a flaw.

By this time, most people were sober.

Naturally, the way of fighting also changed. It was no longer disorganized, but began to adopt the most common fighting method of gangsters.

That is, relying on numbers.

There are people constantly wasting the enemy's physical strength, and they can also take the opportunity to attack their flaws. This is always effective against warriors of lower levels.

Rogue, but simple and effective.

"That's interesting."

The short knife Zhou Yan swung was suspended in the air, and the moment the force dissipated, Sun Shan's attack had already arrived. He shook his wrist and struck the handle of the knife backwards.

It seemed as if it had eyes on its back and it deflected Sun Shan's dagger.

At the same time, he kicked in the air with his right leg, killing several thugs who took the opportunity to attack him. He then threw a dagger with his backhand, piercing several people, and then turned around and seized other people's weapons.

The whole person seemed like a poisonous snake in the grass. His body was extremely flexible, but every time he attacked, his power exploded like a black bear, or like a tiger or leopard.

Up and down, flying and moving.

Although he was clearly only at the physical training stage, he took the initiative amid the attacks of nearly a hundred people, constantly changing positions and quickly harvesting lives.

Even a thug at the physical training level could hardly withstand a single blow.

In just a few breaths, Sun Cheng was the only one left in the entire courtyard.

In the realm of martial arts, it is very difficult to fight alone against many.

In fact, it was just a matter of strength, physique, technique, and momentum. There was no gap between them. With Zhou Yan's level, even if he had just entered the realm of physical training, his exquisite moves and precise attacks could be considered as bullying these hundreds of people.

"you wanna die!"

Sun Cheng finally couldn't bear it anymore.

Seeing that in just a few blinks of an eye, before they could react, all of his capable men were killed, his face immediately turned red, and he finally drew his sword.

In his eyes, these brothers are the key to his good life.

Now that almost all of them are dead, who will handle the big and small matters of the Tiger Gang for him, suppress those street thugs, and make money for him?

After that, how can I improve my martial arts?

The future is blocked and the prospects are ruined.

Sun Cheng was extremely angry. He took a deep breath and his energy and blood began to flow as his skills circulated. His muscles tensed and he seemed to have grown bigger.

Then, he took big steps forward.

Beng Beng Beng~
He stomped his foot and used the force from the ground to rise.

As the tendons all over his body were stretched, the purple tendons squirmed and combined with the muscles, like a big bow, gathering all the strength of the whole body, and then slashing out with a knife!

A martial artist who practices tendon training has his muscles toned all over his body, which greatly increases his physical strength and boosts his qi and blood.

Then he began to nourish the tendons and meridians, greatly strengthening the connectivity of every part of the body, and then strengthened it with qi and blood, using the least amount of force to exert the greatest destructive power.

This kind of people join the army.

Not to mention being a centurion or something like that, it is enough for him to be a squad leader or the leader of ten men from the beginning.

hum!
The knife flashed slowly, cutting through the airflow.

This knife was not as weak as the previous ones. The sharpness of the knife almost cut Zhou Yan's skin.

Sun Shan's movements were terrifyingly fast.

Every move he makes is supported by the tendons and muscles all over his body. He can burst out with more powerful strength and speed than warriors in the Flesh Training Realm. His physique is also much stronger than those ruffians in the Flesh Training Realm.

He had just swung the knife out, and in the blink of an eye it was already in front of him.

"Although the realm of tendon training is not high, it is surprising that a gangster has reached this level."

Zhou Yan's eyes moved, and he also swung his sword to cut.

His current body cannot withstand too high a level of strength control, but at this moment Zhou Yan's control over strength can definitely bring out the limits of the flesh training realm.

Dangdang Dangdang!
In a flash, sparks flew everywhere.

There were already four or five cuts on the short knife in Zhou Yan's hand, and Sun Cheng's weapon was intact, but his palms were trembling, and he could hardly hold the knife. He was defeated in just a few rounds.

Sun Cheng staggered a few steps, looking horrified:
"You, what are you doing?"

No matter how outrageous a martial artist at the Flesh Training Realm is, it is impossible for him to survive the siege of hundreds of people and fight back.

And there are many people at the same level among them.

Now, even I have lost.

There was even more surprise, fear, and deep doubt in my heart.

He could feel that this man's moves were so exquisite that they were incomparable to those of ordinary people. It was as if they were honed through thousands of cycles and were extremely skillful.

But how can such a young person have such combat experience?
"No martial arts book can possibly have such combat capabilities at the flesh training level, and even cross boundaries to kill enemies. This isn't a Taoist technique, huh?"

Sun Shan was suddenly stunned.

He recalled a master he had met before, as well as the mysterious man who had given him a 'task'. They had both mentioned a realm where Taoism was comparable to that of a martial arts saint, the Ghost Immortal.

It seems that it is possible to possess someone else's body?
Sun Shan suddenly "understood" and looked dejected.

"It was quite enjoyable. The integration of the martial arts system has been accelerated. Fortunately, these hooligans don't have any background. Apart from that boring person, I don't have to go to their homes to eliminate the troubles in the future."

Zhou Yan glanced around, his eyes indifferent.

In the wide courtyard, several corpses were embedded on the broken wooden table. The small lake had been dyed blood red, and wine and meat were spilled on the ground.

There is no living person in the entire inner courtyard, no, it should be said that there is no living person in the entire Dihu Gang.

"Look for my spoils first."

Zhou Yan threw the dagger casually and stabbed it into Sun Cheng's body. Then he didn't even look at him again, but started searching everywhere.

Rooms, warehouses, halls.

Every corner, every package, and even the banknotes on the bodies of those he killed were all packed up and taken away.

“It’s still a lot of money.”

The people in the inner courtyard are no different from the ordinary members of the outer courtyard. They are all leaders who are in charge of dozens or even hundreds of thugs, and they are very rich.

Not to say they are extremely wealthy, but they are living at a comfortable level.

"It's been a great harvest, and I'm not short of money now"

Zhou Yan estimated his gains. The silver notes alone amounted to several thousand taels. This was probably the savings of the Dihu Gang that had been plundered over the years, and now it all belonged to him.

Even if he pushed his martial arts realm back one or two more times, he would not be short of money.

After collecting the money, Zhou Yan turned and left.

The night was extremely late.

There are night watchmen patrolling the streets.

I happened to pass by the Dihu Gang's stronghold and smelled blood in the air.

Upon checking, they discovered a large number of dead bodies, and immediately reported it.

Soon, the government officials and constables arrived.

Boom boom boom!
Early in the morning, someone knocked on the courtyard door.

The force used by the visitor was not high, but it was full of peculiar rhythm. The sound was not loud, but it lingered in the ears and echoed in the courtyard.

Zhou Yan stood up and opened the door wide.

In front of him was a constable dressed in official attire. He was tall and had a knife on his waist. He had an extremely sharp look on his face as he stared at Zhou Yan who opened the door.

"Why, Master Lan, do you have anything else to do?"

Zhou Yan was not surprised by this person, but invited him in familiarly: "Could it be that the case from last night has not been concluded yet and the real murderer has not been found?"

Last night, the man asked about the truth.

After some communication, he left in anger, but now he comes back on his own. Is there any key clue?

Zhou Yan's eyes pondered for a moment.

"Master Zhou, did you really not see the murderer?"

Lan Yu looked at Zhou Yan meaningfully.

Yesterday, the Dihu Gang was wiped out. Almost all of its members were killed, except for those who were wandering around. All of them were beaten to death.

After receiving the report, he investigated overnight.

Finally, they found Zhou Yan's residence, and saw dried blood and scattered corpses on the ground.

"I said that a mysterious person killed all the hooligans who broke into my house. Otherwise, if so many people tried to surround and kill me, it's hard to say what the result would be."

Zhou Yan's expression was indifferent and his tone was neither high nor low.

No matter how Lan Yu tried to probe, his tone was the same, with no emotional ups and downs.

Firstly, this was a disguise, and secondly, in Zhou Yan's opinion, those killed were all useless thugs, so naturally he didn't have any emotional fluctuations.

"You know, it's such a coincidence."

Lan Yu said meaningfully:
"Not long after entering the city, there was a conflict with the Dihu Gang, and then the Dihu Gang sent people to assassinate him. The Dihu Gang was wiped out afterwards, and even most of its finances were taken away."

"Tell me, is there any secret in this?"

Lan Yu had a hunch that the murderer must be Zhou Yan, and his strength was definitely not as strong as it seemed on the surface, he was just at the physical training level.

"That depends on your abilities."

Zhou Yan stretched his muscles gently and said casually: "But it's hard to say whether you are willing to investigate or not."

A Dihu Gang consists of only a hundred people.

They are all gangsters and thugs.

If he's dead, he's dead. It won't cause any trouble. Maybe the city's public security will improve a lot, which saves a lot of effort.

But this is not just aimed at the Dihu Gang.

In fact, as long as it does not involve ordinary people, wealthy families, or official families, they generally turn a blind eye to the fighting in the rivers and lakes.

"maybe."

Lan Yu stood up and did not linger any longer. Before leaving, he paused and said:

"Sometimes being too flamboyant is not a good thing. If you are too flamboyant, you can't control yourself."

Then he pushed the door open and left.

They really had no intention of investigating the affairs of the Dihu Gang.

"Flamboyant."

Zhou Yan sat upright, twirling his fingers lightly, his eyes looking up at the sky, as if smiling:

"All kinds of education and layout of the world are not enough just to publicize it"

(End of this chapter)