Immortal Martial: Pushing Across the Two Worlds from Reality — Section 8

"Now that she'd set her sights on you, you big dark brute, she'd latch onto Hall Master Zheng and wouldn't trade even for some petty underling!"

Jiang Shu lightly held his breath, his pace unhurried. As he walked, he kept watch on his surroundings.

Killing required strength, courage, and methods.

Leaving coolly after killing someone depended on preparation made beforehand.

Deep within Green Grass Alley stood the third-to-last house.

The door had been left slightly ajar, and sounds drifted out from within.

Jiang Shu stood outside the door, his gaze icy, listening to the moans and the creaking bedboards inside. After a minute or two, the noises gradually subsided.

"Master, you're amazing. This servant girl..."

Zhao Tai panted heavily, his laughter smug. "It's almost time, isn't it? One of my brothers will be coming later. You'd better treat him well—he's still a virgin. Oh, right. Your master has run into a problem lately. Tell me, how can you make a virgin obediently listen and deliver himself to your door?"

"This servant girl doesn't care whether he's a virgin or not. This servant girl only likes men like you, Master."

"Hahaha, this is important. Help your master think of something, and there'll be benefits in it for you. Come on, get up here. Think while you blow..."

A satisfied hum sounded.

Outside the door, Jiang Shu narrowed his eyes. He suddenly kicked the door open, scattering the lime powder he had prepared beforehand over the two lumps of flesh on the bed, one rising and one falling.

"Zhao Tai, die!"

Jiang Shu shouted lowly!

"Who?"

Thinking one of his brothers had arrived, Zhao Tai was wholly unprepared. Only when he heard his name called did he sense that something was wrong and immediately tried to turn around. But he had forgotten that beneath him, a plump body was still buried at work.

In an instant, the immense, heart-piercing pain from sharp teeth tore through him.

Then, when he opened his eyes, the lime powder in the air entered them, filling his eye sockets with unbearable burning pain.

Zhao Tai's heartbeat reached its peak at that moment. He had no idea whom he had provoked, for someone to actually come kill him in a place like Green Grass Alley.

Normally, when several brothers gathered together, though none of them were martial artists, they had strength in numbers. They could bully poor folk and vagrants whenever they pleased.

But at this moment, he was alone.

Lime in his face, and a single word: die.

How could he not be afraid! Terrified! Trembling to the marrow!

"Ah!"

Because she had lowered her head, the plump prostitute had not gotten lime powder in her eyes. She shrieked, blood staining her mouth, but immediately covered it with her hand, her entire body trembling on the bed.

"Too noisy."

Jiang Shu pulled the electric baton from behind his back and flung it at the prostitute, striking her squarely on the head.

Bang.

"Spare my life, hero! Spare my life, sir! I... I'll give you thirty taels of silver! I... I'll buy my life!" Hearing the scream, Zhao Tai spoke with his body shaking. He could not see who it was, nor did he know who it was. His legs had gone weak; he wanted to run, but he could not rise at all.

He had not offended anyone. Even if he had, this much money should be enough to buy back his life, shouldn't it?

However.

He could never have imagined that the man before him did not care about silver in the slightest. His aura was dense and powerful, and without the slightest hesitation, he drove a fist straight at Zhao Tai's forehead.

Whoosh!

The fist carried the sound of wind.

By now, Jiang Shu could already lift three hundred jin with one arm.

With the momentum of a rushing step, the force of his punch increased severalfold.

He had been continually building momentum for this punch ever since leaving the courtyard of the Hungry Tiger Martial Arts School.

He had thrown thousands upon thousands of punches.

All for the killing intent of this single punch to erupt now, fierce and awe-inspiring!

I, Jiang Shu, killed this time.

Not for wealth.

All I sought was for my thoughts to flow freely!

Those who blocked my thoughts—

Kill.

Kill.

Kill!

"I'm one of Hall Master Zheng's men from the Green Snake Gang... You... if you kill me, Hall Master Zheng won't let you go!"

The fierce fist wind rushed straight at Zhao Tai's face.

Zhao Tai cried out in terror!

"Let your mother go!"

One punch.

Blood flowed from Zhao Tai's eyes, ears, nose, and mouth.

Jiang Shu closed in, his eyes fixed like a tiger's gaze. His arm drew taut like a great bow as he hooked it around Zhao Tai's neck and twisted fiercely!

Pounce... So this was the pounce of the Tiger Form Three Styles!

The Tiger Form Three Styles was an art of killing.

How could one grasp its subtleties without killing?

The Green Snake Gang, Hall Master Zheng, that rabbit master—and then he recalled the way Zhao Tai had looked at him today, as though he were prey.

A suspicion surfaced in Jiang Shu's heart.

"Damn it, what bad luck."

He picked up the electric baton from the floor and tucked it into his back, casually took several taels of loose silver from the bundle of clothes on the table, then tipped the candle flame onto the two people's clothes.

Amid the blaze, Jiang Shu turned and headed toward the low house he had already scouted out. He stepped lightly on several earthen bricks and vaulted over the wall.

Behind him—

"Which bastard set the fire!"

"Fire! There's a fire!"

"Hurry and bring water!"

"Someone's dead! Someone's dead!"

"This is Zhao Tai of the Green Snake Gang. The killer was a short-haired man with his face covered. Hurry and notify the Hall Master!"

Listening to the panicked shouts in Green Grass Alley, Jiang Shu returned to his little ten-odd-square-meter room in Coiling Snake Alley, a thought flashing through his mind.

His figure vanished, as though he had never appeared there at all.

Qingjiang Garden.

Jiang Shu pulled open the curtains. The sunlight was glaring, and the occasional honk of cars traveled through the air to his ears.

Whether it was because he had practiced the stance work and breathing method of the Hungry Tiger Martial Arts School, or simply because it was in his nature—

Though it was his first time killing someone—

Not only did he feel no discomfort at all, he instead felt invigorated all over. His blood surged, and every pore seemed to tremble with excitement.

No wonder books in his previous life said that heroes used martial strength to defy the law.

With martial arts in one's body, one could not endure even the slightest grievance.

Endure too many grievances, and one's thoughts would become blocked.

If one's thoughts could not flow freely, how could one climb high mountains and cross deep waters?

How could one become a person of great perseverance and grand spirit!

Pounce! Heave! Shear!

Within the small room, Jiang Shu took off his padded coat and shifted through changing movements.

"What a pity, what a pity! If that useless Zhao Tai had been in the Blood Qi Sensing Realm, it would have been better if he could have forced me to use a few more moves!"

After practicing the pounce several more times, Jiang Shu let out a long sigh. The Tiger Form Three Styles was a genuine killing technique.

Unfortunately, only the pounce came naturally to him. Both the heave and the shear lacked a thread of killing intent.

After finishing his practice, Jiang Shu's blood and qi calmed. He undressed and climbed into bed.

From waking in the school dormitory before dawn yesterday until six in the morning today, he had gone more than twenty hours without sleep.