Hua Jin Martial Master Makes a Move!

Wang Yuan's pores instantly stood on end, and he abruptly looked up.

At the mouth of the alley, another black-robed person had appeared at some point.

They wore the same loose cloak, obscuring their face.

But their build was even taller than the one on the ground.

They stood there, as if merged with the surrounding darkness.

Only the slow applause echoed in the dead silent alley, carrying a playful and unhurried tone, like a cat toying with a mouse.

It was another black-robed person!

"Not bad, truly not bad."

The same hoarse voice rang out.

But it was slightly different from the black-robed person who had just been killed, deeper and carrying a condescending scrutiny.

"Quick reflexes, ruthless execution, and a meticulous mind. You even know how to destroy the evidence..."

"Tsk tsk, a promising talent like you is rare in Gaoye City."

Wang Yuan's heart pounded wildly, his muscles instantly tensing like a drawn bowstring.

He could clearly feel that the newly appeared black-robed person's aura was far stronger and deeper than the one on the ground.

The pressure they exerted on him was almost comparable to facing his Senior Disciple Brother, Shi Long!

The black-robed person seemed satisfied with Wang Yuan's defensive posture, chuckled lightly, and continued:

"It seems my useless companion has fallen into your hands."

"A mere Blood Change trash, dead is dead."

"However..."

His tone shifted, and the shadow beneath his hood seemed to lock onto Wang Yuan:

"Little one, I see you have excellent potential and are a worthy candidate."

"Having killed our people, you should have been used to refine Chaotic Blood Incense as a warning."

"But, our Incense God Cult is eager for talent, so I'll give you a chance."

"Join us, and all that happened before will be forgotten. How about it?"

"You will receive resources and inheritance far exceeding those of Panshi Fist Academy."

Wang Yuan's mind raced with danger signals, and cold sweat soaked his back.

Join the Incense God Cult?

His mind flashed back to the strange, burning incense that had been stuck in the corpse earlier.

He felt only intense repulsion and revulsion towards that sinister and terrifying ritual.

This was definitely an evil cult!

But he dared not show any of it on the surface, his mind working at full speed to figure out a way to escape.

Facing an opponent with such a powerful aura, a direct confrontation would surely be a death sentence.

Pretend to agree?

But this person was so strange, they might have other tricks up their sleeve...

Just as Wang Yuan's thoughts were racing, unsure how to handle this life-or-death crisis.

An unexpected change occurred!

"Buzz!"

A sword light, clear and crisp like autumn water, flashed from the rooftop at the alley entrance without warning, piercing the black-robed person's back with a sharp whistling sound.

The sword light was sharp and incredibly fast!

At the same time, a roar like muffled thunder exploded:

"Heretic demon, how dare you touch my junior disciple brother? Die!"

A figure, as sturdy as a giant bear, charged down from the opposite wall with a ferocious aura.

His fists, as large as sand bowls, carried an unstoppable fierce wind, smashing directly towards the black-robed person's head.

It was Senior Disciple Brother Shi Long!

And the one who unleashed the stunning sword strike was naturally the Second Senior Sister, Zheng Ying, as cold and pure as frost.

The black-robed person clearly hadn't expected the mantis stalking the cicada, with the oriole behind.

All their attention was focused on Wang Yuan, and they were caught off guard by the sudden attack from behind.

"What?"

They exclaimed in shock and anger, only managing to twist their body in a hurry.

Their black robe billowed, and a chilling Bloodline Power erupted, attempting to resist the fatal pincer attack.

"Clang!"

The blade collided with the Bloodline Power the black-robed person hastily conjured, producing a metallic screech as sparks flew.

"Bang!"

Shi Long's ferocious punch also landed squarely on the black-robed person's hastily raised arm, emitting a dull, heavy thud.

The black-robed person grunted, stumbling forward several steps.

Although they had managed to block the sudden assault.

They had clearly suffered a significant disadvantage, their aura thrown into disarray.

Wang Yuan watched this unexpected rescue.

Especially upon seeing Zheng Ying and Shi Long, the heavy stone weighing on his heart finally lifted.

A surge of ecstatic joy from escaping certain death washed over him.

"Second Senior Sister! Senior Disciple Brother!"

Wang Yuan's shout, filled with surprise, eased the tense atmosphere in the alley.

Zheng Ying's sword tip trembled slightly, still locked onto the black-robed person. Her cool gaze flickered towards Wang Yuan.

Seeing that he was covered in blood but still breathing and unharmed, she felt a measure of relief.

Shi Long, meanwhile, stood like an iron tower in front of Wang Yuan, his bull-like eyes glaring at the black-robed person. He rumbled, "Don't be scared, Junior Disciple Brother. With Senior Sister and me here, this cowardly rat won't be able to hurt you!"

The black-robed person steadied themselves, their gaze under the hood sweeping over Zheng Ying and Shi Long. Their voice, though raspy, carried a hint of solemnity, "Zheng Ying and Shi Long of Panshi Fist Academy?"

"Hmph, I underestimated this brat to have you two mobilize at once."

Zheng Ying's voice was as cold as frost. "Your Incense God Cult's reach is too long."

"Dare to touch someone from my Panshi Fist Academy, and you will pay the price."

Shi Long was even more direct, his fists creaking as he clenched them. "Enough nonsense! Die!"

It turned out that Wang Yuan had returned home much later than usual today. His sister, Wang Yu, had waited anxiously at home, her worry growing with each passing moment.

Remembering the Black Tiger Gang's harassment a few days prior, she feared another accident might befall her brother. With a determined grit, she mustered her courage and crept out in the dark to seek help from Panshi Fist Academy.

Upon learning of the situation, Zheng Shan immediately dispatched Zheng Ying and Shi Long to search for him.

The two followed Wang Yuan's usual route home and happened to overhear the sounds of fighting and commotion nearby, arriving just in time.

At this moment, both Zheng Ying and Shi Long were at the third stage of Blood Change, their auras robust and on par with the black-robed person.

The three instantly clashed.

Zheng Ying's swordsmanship was nimble and swift, like a butterfly flitting through flowers, her blade tip always aiming for the black-robed person's vital points.

Shi Long's attacks were powerful and heavy. He unleashed the Panshi Fist, his punches whistling through the air like giant hammers beating a drum, forcing the black-robed person to divide their attention and block head-on.

The black-robed person, however, moved with strange agility and employed vicious techniques, often attacking from unbelievable angles.

Their Bloodline Power carried a corrosive, chilling aura, clearly indicating a sinister cultivation method.

For a time, the alley was filled with crisscrossing sword energy and whistling fist winds, kicking up dust and stones.

Roars and collisions echoed incessantly.

After fighting for about dozens of rounds, the black-robed person was slightly at a disadvantage. Their robes were torn in several places by Zheng Ying's sword, and their Bloodline Power churned from the impact of Shi Long's punches.

Yet, relying on their peculiar footwork and ruthless moves, they managed to hold on.

They suddenly unleashed a chilling palm strike, temporarily forcing the two back. Taking the opportunity, they retreated a few steps, letting out a hoarse, unpleasant laugh from under their hood. "Heh heh... The true disciples of Panshi Fist Academy are indeed quite strong."

"However, with just the two of you, trying to keep me here is still a bit short."

"My Incense God Cult will remember today's events!"

With that, their body twisted, and they prepared to use their movement technique to vanish into the darkness and escape.

However, the moment they turned to leave.

Their entire body froze as if encased in ice, stiffening abruptly in place. Their raised foot couldn't take a single step forward.

A pressure far heavier than any of the three had felt before descended upon the entire alley without warning.

Under this oppressive force, the black-robed person felt their Bloodline Power circulation become sluggish, their breathing turning difficult.

With great effort, they slowly turned their head, looking towards the depths of the alley, into the shadow of what should have been a dead end.

There, standing silently, was a lean old man dressed in simple grey clothes.

It was as if he had been there all along, blending seamlessly with the surrounding darkness.

His hands were clasped behind his back, his face as placid as a still pond. Only his eyes shone terrifyingly in the night, gazing at the black-robed person with calm intensity.

It was none other than the Head of Panshi Fist Academy, Hua Jin Martial Master—Zheng Shan!

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