Bang—
He did not even know what had happened before he died.
But the four underlings around him saw it clearly... As he charged at Chu Liang, Chu Liang ducked low and shifted sideways, ghostlike as he moved to his back in an instant.
At some point, half a gold brick had appeared in his palm.
One brick.
It smashed the back of the old evil shaman's head, sending brains splattering. He was clearly beyond saving.
Chu Liang looked at the old man sprawled before him, his expression calm.
He had yapped on and on for so long... and that was all the strength he had?
It was not entirely his fault. To be fair, Chu Liang's build really did not look like that of someone who had practiced even the slightest bit of martial arts. Who could have guessed that this single brick carried the strength of ten tigers?
Moreover, Chu Liang had previously sought martial arts guidance from Yun Chaoxian.
Back then, Yun Chaoxian had asked what weapon he handled best. If it was the weapon he used most often, then naturally it was the sword. But if it came to what felt most natural in his hand, Chu Liang privately preferred a brick.
Unfortunately, no one in the martial world had ever created a martial art specifically for bricks.
Fortunately, Yun Chaoxian's attainments in martial arts were high enough. After some thought, he taught Chu Liang a technique called the "Returning Flow Movement Art." When used, its footwork was nimble and ghostlike, shifting from front to back, impossible to predict.
With his greatly enhanced strength, the explosive speed of his movement technique had also risen sharply.
Paired with an indestructible gold brick, it formed an unprecedented... Brick-Fighting Art.
No matter how lofty the sorcery, one brick would