Silencing Them! The Might of the Seven Injuries Fist!

"Goodbye, Mr. Su!"

After class the next day, a group of young children cupped their hands to bid Su Que farewell.

Su Que smiled and waved goodbye, then followed them out of the schoolhouse.

He first went home and practiced the Seven Injuries Fist for a while. After dinner, he took a bundle and left the city, heading toward Ancient Cliff Mountain.

Ancient Cliff Mountain was the mountain where he had hidden the White Lotus Sect disciple.

For the past month, at this time every day, he had bought some food outside and brought it to that White Lotus Sect disciple.

But today, he brought nothing.

When Su Que reached the cave, the White Lotus Sect disciple stirred at the sound.

He knew Su Que had brought food again.

More than a month had passed, and he thought Su Que had probably already learned the Seven Injuries Fist.

When Su Que removed the sweat cloth from his mouth to feed him later, he badly wanted to ask when Su Que would let him go.

Who would have thought that when Su Que came before him, he did not pull away the sweat cloth from his mouth as expected.

Instead, he took a dagger from the bundle.

The dagger was drawn.

Its cold gleam flickered faintly in the pitch-black cave.

The White Lotus Sect disciple instantly understood what Su Que intended to do. His body trembled, his eyes flew wide, and muffled cries came from his mouth.

Then—

Su Que thrust hard into his chest.

The dagger went straight into his heart.

Having cultivated the Seven Injuries Fist, Su Que had grown much stronger.

If it had been before, he might not have been able to drive the dagger into someone's chest so smoothly.

Before the blood could spurt out, Su Que had already dodged aside to avoid staining his clothes.

After trembling a few times, the White Lotus Sect disciple's life was extinguished.

Only the faint hissing sound of blood spraying from the wound echoed through the cave.

Only after the hissing stopped did Su Que pull out the dagger.

He had spent the past month with this disciple.

Though he had always worn a mask, the disciple had surely grown familiar with his voice and the outline of his body.

If they met again in the future, the disciple would certainly recognize him.

Naturally, he would not let this disciple go.

Su Que took the sweat cloth from the White Lotus Sect disciple's mouth.

He used it to wipe the blood from the dagger, then sheathed it.

This was a White Lotus Sect disciple of low strength. Even if he disappeared, the White Lotus Sect would only assume that the Caobang Gang had killed him. They would not come looking for him.

Su Que spared himself the trouble of destroying the body. He moved the White Lotus Sect disciple's corpse out of the cave, buried it, and left.

After that—

Su Que's days became simple and peaceful.

He rose in the morning to practice the Seven Injuries Fist, then went to the schoolhouse to teach a group of five- and six-year-old children their first lessons.

When he returned in the afternoon, he practiced the Seven Injuries Fist again.

After dinner, he practiced the Seven Injuries Fist once more.

Every day, he fell asleep in comfort and peace.

He slept deeply for four shichen until dawn, when another new day began.

His life was extraordinarily orderly, each day repeating in an endless cycle.

In the blink of an eye, more than a month passed.

One morning, Su Que left home and went to a stretch of woods outside the city.

His Seven Injuries Fist had progressed at a startling pace. Each punch carried greater force, and its killing intent grew ever thicker.

If he practiced at home, even though his sister Su Jing knew no Martial Arts, she would still be able to tell that he was not practicing some health-preserving fist art.

It was already late autumn.

The autumn wind was bleak, and the ground was carpeted with red leaves.

Withered leaves drifted down from the trees from time to time.

He lowered his waist into a horse stance and spread his feet apart.

The red leaves on the ground instantly swirled into the air.

Then his steps moved steadily across the ground.

His fists followed the movement of his feet, swinging out punch after punch.

The roar of his fists rose again, fierce as a tiger.

And when his fists struck the air, they produced sharp crackling sounds.

Suddenly, a withered leaf fell and drifted past him.

He aimed at the fallen leaf and threw a punch!

Driven by the force of his fist, the leaf instantly shattered into powder.

When all seven formulas of the Seven Injuries Fist were unleashed, a single punch generated seven different forces—unyielding hardness, yielding softness, softness within hardness, hardness within softness, and more.

At a profound level, a single punch landing on a person's body would inflict grievous internal injuries.

The withered leaf was already brittle. Touched by his fist force, it naturally crumbled into powder.

The next moment—

Su Que's feet slid, and his body swept toward a large tree.

Then, channeling his fist force, he slammed a punch fiercely into the trunk!

With a bang, his punch blasted a huge hollow into the trunk.

Withered leaves rustled down from the branches.

A thought stirred in Su Que's mind, and he summoned his Attributes.

Name: Su Que (17 years old)

Lifespan: 25

Talent Value: 3

Martial Arts: Seven Injuries Fist (Initial Glimpse 99%), Five Animal Frolics (Initial Glimpse 1%)

The reversal of the Seven Injuries Fist's side effects had extended his lifespan.

When his remaining lifespan had reached 20, his Talent Value had increased by 1 point, becoming 2.

And when his remaining lifespan rose to 25, his Talent Value increased by another point, becoming 3.

From this, he guessed that starting from a remaining lifespan of 15, every time it reached the thresholds of 20, 25, 30... his Talent Value would increase by 1 point.

After cultivating for more than a month, his Seven Injuries Fist was about to break through to the next realm.

Watching his lifespan steadily rise and his Talent Value increase, Su Que could not help but feel exhilarated.

"Let's break through the Seven Injuries Fist this morning!"

Su Que swung both fists and continued practicing!

The tiger-like roars and crackling sounds of force rang endlessly through the woods.

Suddenly, he felt warmth coursing through his organs, as though a surge of power was about to burst from within his body.

"It's about to break through!"

Su Que's fists did not stop moving.

Immediately after—

Boom!

It was as if Su Que heard a thunderous roar inside his body.

His organs all shook in unison.

"It broke through..."

Su Que slowly withdrew his fist force, then summoned his Attributes again.

Name: Su Que (17 years old)

Lifespan: 35

Talent Value: 5

Martial Arts: Seven Injuries Fist (Minor Accomplishment 1%), Five Animal Frolics (Initial Glimpse 1%)

This breakthrough had increased his lifespan by ten years.

As his remaining lifespan passed the thresholds of 30 and 35, his Talent Value also rose by 2 points.

A Talent Value of 5 meant that his future cultivation speed would be five times what it had been at the beginning.

Su Que wanted to test just how powerful his fist force had become after the breakthrough.

He leaped beside a tree and threw a punch!

Crack!

The tree was instantly snapped in two and toppled backward, crashing to the ground and kicking up clouds of dust.

When I was at Initial Glimpse, one punch could only blast a hollow into a tree trunk.

Now that I've reached the second realm, I can already knock down an entire tree.

With this kind of fist strength, dealing with ordinary street thugs, bandits, and outlaws should no longer be a problem.

Su Que silently assessed his own strength.

But martial artists in this world were not so simple.

Then Su Que punched at the air.

The crackling sound of his force grew even louder.

Su Que remembered that the White Lotus Sect leader that night had sent out fist force powerful enough to stir ripples in the air with a single punch.

His current fist strength was still inferior to that man's.

What was more, from the conversation between those two Caobang Gang members that day—

He had learned that those who had met that night from the White Lotus Sect and the Caobang Gang were not even true experts.

So if the White Lotus Sect truly intended to spread its teachings and recruit followers in Jade Water City, his current strength was still not enough to guarantee his safety.