Evil Art, Undying Flesh, Great Merit Explosion

The moment this fist came at him.

Li Minghuai staggered back in fright.

He had a premonition that if he took this punch head-on, he would surely die beneath it, with no path to survival!

Wang Yuan, trapped in the Cages, was anxious as well.

He knew full well how much strength Wang Ping and Zhang Ju had concealed. Neither of them was an ordinary Second-rate Realm martial artist!

"Flesh Power Fist!"

Wang Ping's bloated body sped through the secret passage. His pair of broad, thick Flesh Fists carried immense, surging force as they brutally struck toward Zhang Chu's chest.

An oppressive aura that made one's heart tremble seeped from the Flesh Fists. Listening closely, there was even a faint whimpering sound.

The moment this bizarre fist technique was unleashed, a stench of blood and wind rushed at them, instinctively stirring feelings of disgust.

"What a bizarre fist technique."

"It doesn't contain a shred of internal force?"

Watching the Flesh Fists coming straight at him, Zhang Chu's face showed curiosity. Not only did he not retreat, he instead sent out a palm strike.

In an instant, hazy Daoist charm rose within his dantian, then surged into his arms and both palms.

True Martial Palm First Form: Demon Purge!

"BOOM!!..."

A thunderous blast echoed through the secret chamber. The Daoist charm of the True Martial Palm, driven by Yellow Court Inner Strength, flowed with graceful yet unyielding might and collided with Wang Ping's bizarre flesh-and-blood fist in the blink of an eye.

"Bam bam bam!!"

The piercing explosions nearly shattered their eardrums. Li Minghuai was left so dizzy that he nearly toppled to the ground.

Looking again at Wang Ping, who had charged over, his bloated body was now embedded directly in the wall of the secret chamber!

Zhang Chu, meanwhile, had not budged an inch. He merely studied the nearly lifeless bloated body with curiosity.

"Strange. What kind of martial art is this? It can actually devour my internal force and spread it across every inch of flesh?"

Zhang Chu knew his own strength well. Though he had not used his full power in that palm strike, it should have been more than enough to deal with someone in the Second-rate Realm. Yet the other man had not died!

Not only that, during their clash, he had clearly felt that the man's body was peculiar. It could actually devour part of his internal force, then transfer it throughout every inch of flesh.

And he had found the source of that whimpering.

It was the sound of crying from within the man's flesh!

Strange! Everything about it reeked of the bizarre, beyond comprehension!

"How could there be such a wicked martial art in this world? They went to such painstaking lengths just for some young, able-bodied men?"

He had thought it was merely an ordinary human-smuggling case. Now, it seemed that what lay behind it was far from ordinary.

"Yellow Court manifested outwardly—this is Yellow Court Daoist charm manifested outwardly! Junior Brother, you... you've entered the First-rate Realm?!"

At that moment, a shriek suddenly came from behind him.

Li Minghuai, who had been dizzy and muddle-headed just moments ago, instantly sobered up and excitedly grabbed Zhang Chu's hands.

As fellow disciples who both cultivated Yellow Court Inner Strength, he recognized Zhang Chu's transformation at a glance.

That was definitely the Third Layer of Yellow Court Inner Strength!

Their master had said that if Yellow Court Inner Strength could be cultivated to the Third Layer, one would enter the First-rate Realm. And because this Internal Skill was rather special, reaching first-rate meant reaching the very pinnacle!

"Just luck. Senior Brother, don't get so excited," Zhang Chu said, looking at his agitated Senior Brother in consolation.

"Good, good, I won't get excited. I'll hold it in. Boohoo..." Li Minghuai wept tears of excitement.

Ever since their master had passed away, True Martial Temple had plummeted from its former heights. The disciples had suffered endless cold looks.

Some families that had once been close to the temple had turned their backs on it. Some even demanded back the offerings they had made before, while others went so far as to demand a share of the temple's land.

They were merely disciples in the Third-rate Realm, beneath anyone's notice, and could only be forced into becoming Patrol Guards.

But now things were different. Zhang Chu had actually entered the First-rate Realm—and he was a top-tier first-rate martial artist who cultivated Yellow Court Inner Strength!

Everything the temple had lost would be taken back!

In contrast to Li Minghuai's excitement.

Zhang Ju's face was filled with shock and suspicion.

"How could his internal force be so strong?!"

"Is that even strength a human can possess?!"

He had thought dealing with a few stray cats and dogs would not take much time, but the outcome had left him utterly stunned.

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Wang Ping had been defeated in a single move, slapped into mush with one palm. Where had this freak come from?

Martial arts cultivation demanded time and effort. Which expert had not endured more than a decade of bitter training to attain their current strength?

This kid was far too young!

His strength was on par with Wang Ping's, both of them at the late Second-rate Realm. Even Wang Ping had lost, so there would be no different outcome if Zhang Ju stepped in. It seemed he could only make another choice!

With that thought, Zhang Ju spoke.

"I don't know how someone so young as you cultivated such profound internal force, but you have ruined the Gang Leader's grand plan. From now on, no one in Linjiang County can protect you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, while Zhang Chu and the others were still thinking, Zhang Ju raised his hand and instantly hurled out a Black Pellet.

The moment the pellet hit the ground, it erupted with thick black smoke that filled the entire secret passage in the blink of an eye.

"Trying to run?" Zhang Chu smiled at the sight.

While the others were still dispersing the black smoke.

He took one step forward.

Ever since his Yellow Court Inner Strength had been strengthened to the Third Layer, his five senses had become extraordinarily sharp. Even without using his eyes, he could capture every movement in the smoke by sound alone.

"BOOM!!"

Another earth-shaking blast rang out.

The black smoke was completely scattered by internal force.

On the ground, Zhang Ju, who had just tried to muddy the waters and flee, was now bleeding from all seven orifices. His entire body had gone limp like rotten mud, every bone in his body shattered!

The man lay miserably on the ground.

Yet he had not died on the spot.

Even under such extreme injuries, the fat still twitched, as though something were crawling inside the flesh!

"What kind of martial art is this? Even after I crushed his heart with one palm, his body still has vitality?"

Zhang Chu had never seen anything so wicked.

Merit Points +500!
Merit Points +500!

At that moment, two notifications rang out in succession.

Looking again at Wang Ping and Zhang Ju, they had already breathed their last.

So they could die after all. They just died more slowly. And one thousand merit points? How evil did they have to be?

"How... how could this happen?"

Watching the two Secret Envoys who had already stopped breathing, Li Yuanhe staggered back against the wall and muttered to himself.

He had originally hoped the two Secret Envoys would avenge him, but he had never expected them to die even more miserably than the house slaves, every bone in their bodies smashed apart by a single palm, like two heaps of rotten mud.

"Zhang..." Li Yuanhe had wanted to say something else, but in the next second, his entire head was driven into the wall.

Merit Points +600!

Zhang Chu dusted off his hands.

Things like this had the most nonsense to say. Letting him live one extra second would be disrespectful to those 600 Merit Points.

He was merely a merchant, yet his sin value was even higher than those two bizarre Second-rate Realm martial artists. Heaven knew what atrocities that stirred the wrath of gods and men he had committed. He truly deserved to die!

After dealing with everything.

Zhang Chu was just about to release his Junior Brother Wang Yuan.

When he turned around, he saw Senior Brother squatting beside a lump of rotten flesh, rummaging through it as though he had discovered something.

"Senior Brother, do you recognize this wicked martial art?"

The martial arts of those two had left a deep impression on Zhang Chu.

A body of flesh that could deflect internal force.

Accompanied by bizarre cries and whimpers.

And when the person died, the flesh did not!

He truly could not forget it.

"It seems... it seems I've heard of it somewhere..." Li Minghuai pawed through the rotten flesh, desperately searching his memories.

"Right, I remember now!" Li Minghuai suddenly sprang to his feet and looked at Zhang Chu.

"I remember it was seven years ago. A Martial Uncle who was passing through came to visit master, and while the two were drinking tea, they happened to mention something—something that had happened fifty years ago..."