Killing Intent Arose!

Killing Intent Arose!

"Seek strength through what moves you..." Gu Shaoshang turned the words over in his mouth, grasping their meaning.

In Dragon-Snake Romance, Wang Chao received guidance and retraced the Long March for thousands of miles, climbing snowy mountains and crossing grasslands. He experienced the nation shattered while its mountains and rivers remained, and amidst the sweeping red banners, he stepped into Hidden Force and ultimately mastered it.

Only then did he become the peerless "Wang Invincible"!

"You are the most gifted young man I have ever seen. Your innate strength even surpasses that of a Hidden Force martial artist!"

"But that is also an immense shackle. Whether you break free and soar into the heavens, or fade into the common crowd, depends entirely on you!"

Ba Liming withdrew his stance and spoke calmly.

"I understand!"

Gu Shaoshang's eyes lit up. He knew the path he had to take next.

He had to seek his own heart, his own moments of being moved.

"Your fist arts have progressed extremely quickly. You can produce the effects of Hidden Force even with Clear Force! Even I cannot surpass you using Clear Force alone!"

"As long as you break through to Hidden Force, Transforming Force will be effortless for you!"

For the first time, Ba Liming felt the downside of having a disciple who was too intelligent. In just over two years, he had nothing left to teach him.

"Go!"

Ba Liming waved his hand and turned away, refusing to look at Gu Shaoshang.

"Master, aren't you coming with me? I can..." Gu Shaoshang raised a brow. Though security here was tight, it was not much of an obstacle for master and disciple.

"Hahaha! If I wanted to leave, I would have gone long ago! How could this place possibly hold me?"

Ba Liming did not move. After laughing heartily a few times, he spoke with a trace of desolation.

"My era has passed. I'll study the martial path here instead!"

"Get lost, brat!"

Gu Shaoshang's lips moved, but he ultimately said nothing.

Since ancient times, China had had countless rules regarding the passing down of arts, such as not teaching outsiders or teaching men but not women.

Yang Luchan, the Grandmaster Realm master of Taiji, endured countless twists and turns before becoming Chen Changxing's disciple. In the end, he only received the fist art after marrying a woman of the Chen Family!

Even after a disciple had been tested, masters often still held something back.

Yet this rugged, fierce man, as bold as Zhang Fei, had imparted everything he knew to him without holding anything in reserve!

Gu Shaoshang was deeply grateful.

"Your disciple, Gu Shaoshang, bids farewell to his beneficent master!"

Gu Shaoshang bent deeply at the waist and knelt on the ground.

"A dragon returns to the sea; a tiger enters the forest."

Only after the sound of footsteps had faded completely did Ba Liming turn around. Looking in the direction Gu Shaoshang had departed, those words suddenly surfaced in his heart.

Gu Shaoshang walked out of the prison. He had nothing to pack, and after bidding farewell to the pot-bellied Political Commissar Zhang, he left the prison in high spirits.

Across the broad open space, a straight asphalt road stretched into the distance as a green jeep slowly approached.

Gu Shaoshang smiled faintly. With the information he had provided and Zhao Liang's own resources, that once spoiled second-generation rich kid had corrected his bad habits and amassed a fortune of over a hundred million in a short time.

Gu Shaoshang's martial arts had progressed so quickly largely thanks to Zhao Liang, who often sent nourishing medicinal ingredients into the prison.

Otherwise, even with the extraordinary Primordial Python Star Devourer Record, rice and steamed buns alone could barely sustain his enormous consumption, much less keep his progress from slowing.

This was precisely why some ancient fist art masters befriended high-ranking officials and nobles.

The jeep stopped in front of Gu Shaoshang, and a middle-aged man in a gray Zhongshan suit stepped out.

"Uncle Zhao, why are you here?" Gu Shaoshang raised a brow, sensing that something bad might have happened.

The middle-aged man was Zhao Liang's father, Zhao Aiguo, an old-fashioned, stern antique who rarely smiled.

"Shaoshang, get in. We'll talk on the way." Zhao Aiguo rubbed his temples wearily.

The two got into the car. The driver, dressed in military uniform, glanced at Gu Shaoshang before starting the engine and driving off.

"Uncle Zhao, did something happen to Liangzi?" Gu Shaoshang asked first.

"Last night at eight, Liang was kidnapped in GD. They demanded that I prepare ten million in cash within seven days, or they would kill him!" Zhao Aiguo looked haggard, clearly having gone the entire night without sleep. The moment he received the news, he had rushed straight to Gu Shaoshang.

"Who are the kidnappers?"

Though he had already sensed something faintly amiss, killing intent still rose within Gu Shaoshang.

"I don't know. Public security along the coast is chaotic, nothing like inland China. There are countless gangs and criminal syndicates, and we have no leads." Zhao Aiguo frowned, his eyes reddening slightly at the corners.

"Don't worry, Uncle Zhao. I'll make a trip to the coast."

Gu Shaoshang waved his hand, signaling for him to relax.

"Since these kidnappers are after money, they won't harm Liangzi so easily."

Gu Shaoshang understood the situation clearly. Public security along the coast was chaotic, with countless organizations large and small.

Backed by certain princelings, they concealed their tracks and shielded themselves from scrutiny. Even foreign forces had gotten involved!

What a mess!

"My shortage of Source Power is still enormous. I hope this time won't disappoint me!"

Gu Shaoshang comforted Zhao Aiguo aloud, but the killing intent in his heart surged higher.

Rejecting Zhao Aiguo's suggestion that they travel together, Gu Shaoshang boarded the train alone.

After spending the night on the train, he left after three in the afternoon and arrived at G City Railway Station at dawn.

The train was so crowded that people were even sitting on the floor. The stench of sweat, feet, food, trains and subways, engine oil, and countless other odors mingled into something indescribable.

The moment he arrived, Gu Shaoshang could not wait to use his movement technique, squeezing through the crowd and out of the station.

Though it was already dawn, the vast city remained brightly lit. Neon lights were everywhere, and traffic flowed endlessly along the roads.

Before he even reached the square, he ran into several middle-aged women and dark, skinny men trying to drag him toward some guesthouse or cheap inn. They often seized people's bags and clothes as though they were robbing them.

As Gu Shaoshang's fist arts had deepened, he was usually already far away before they could grab hold of him.

The square was packed with streams of people brushing shoulders and heels.

How many young men and women from the countryside had come here, carrying dreams of this city in order to make a living?

Then reality would teach them a brutal lesson!

"G City was this chaotic in this era?" Gu Shaoshang raised a brow, somewhat surprised.

In less than ten minutes after arriving, he had already seen more than a dozen pickpocketing and robbery incidents! Some even robbed people openly. Even if Gu Shaoshang wanted to uphold justice, he could not handle them all.

"Hm?"

As Gu Shaoshang was still taken aback, a pair of hands suddenly reached from behind and wrapped around his neck. His heart stirred, and he allowed the person to seize him.

"Search his pockets!" Several little thugs surrounded him and reached for his pockets.

"You actually picked me as your target?" Gu Shaoshang sneered coldly!

He spun around, driving the point of his right elbow like a spear toward the little thug clutching his neck.

Smack!

The little thug holding Gu Shaoshang widened his eyes. It felt as though he had been kicked by an elephant, and he flew five or six meters through the air before crashing to the ground with a scream.

"Ah! Fuck, cripple him!" The several little thugs surrounding him were startled at first, then pulled switchblades from their pockets and approached with savage grins.

"Hmph!"

Gu Shaoshang raised his brow. These thugs were skilled at this routine: one person restrained the target while the others crowded in, and if there was resistance, they used knives. How could ordinary migrant workers withstand such a scene? They were often stripped of all their travel money and left sleeping on the streets!

"Today, we brothers will teach you something. Whether you're a dragon or a tiger, once you reach G City, you have to lie down!" said a yellow-haired thug in a black jacket, idly flipping his switchblade as he spoke sinisterly.

The crowds crossing the square scattered at once. No one dared to meddle.

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