Angry Dragon Divine Fist, Fused Martial Arts

A quarter of an hour later, Shen Han finally managed to recover a bit of his strength.

He clutched his chest, glanced at the corpse of Kang Zhiwen, and slowly walked toward the corner where Hu Teng was still alive.

Hu Teng had long since been scared out of his wits: "You, you..."

Seeing Shen Han getting closer and closer, he wanted to flee, but he couldn't move at all: "Spare my life..."

"Is that so?"

Shen Han said coldly.

Tonight was the most dangerous time since he had transmigrated. Previously, when he killed Hu Jiao, Ding San, Mao Si, and the Qiankun Two Rats, he hadn't encountered any real resistance.

But this time was different; the power of Kang Zhiwen's fists had left him with internal injuries.

If he hadn't used the stove ash at the critical moment, it would have been hard to say who would have emerged victorious.

"Master, I was wrong..."

Hu Teng endured the pain and begged for mercy, "As long as you let me go, I will be your beast of burden for the rest of my life, and I will follow your every command..."

Shen Han snorted: "Sorry, I don't need that."

Hu Teng trembled all over and hurriedly added: "I, I will give you all the silver on me..."

"It seems that if I kill you, the silver will be mine anyway."

"This..."

Hu Teng was instantly rendered speechless.

But in order to survive, he changed his tactic: "I am a disciple of the Black Wind Stronghold. If you kill me, the stronghold leader will not let you off..."

Shen Han laughed: "Rest assured, this time I won't use that red sack to bag your corpses. No matter how miraculous your stronghold leader is, he won't be able to track it back to a nobody like me."

"You!"

Hu Teng completely lost all hope.

His eyes were filled with deep, profound fear.

"Alright, it's getting late, go reunite with your cousin!"

Shen Han casually picked up a stone.

Crack, crack, crack, crack!

Without any flashy moves, he smashed the stone heavily onto Hu Teng's head. Although his strength had weakened significantly due to his injuries, Hu Teng was unable to resist. After a dozen blows, his skull shattered, and he stopped breathing.

"It's fortunate that Sister Yun Yi left this morning; otherwise, she would have been terrified to see this scene."

After killing the two, Shen Han took a deep breath.

The pain in his chest was intensifying.

He hurriedly circulated his energy again to heal his wounds and alleviate the pain: "It's a good thing tomorrow is a day off. When I go to Hua'an Hall to buy Qi Condensing Powder tomorrow, I'll pick up some herbs for internal injuries as well.

Alright, after a hard night's work, it's time to loot the bodies."

Before long, he caught his breath and walked over to the corpses of Kang Zhiwen and Hu Teng, skillfully searching them.

On Kang Zhiwen, he found a full eighty taels of silver.

"A rich man!"

Shen Han couldn't help but click his tongue.

The silver Hu Teng carried was much less, only twenty taels.

However, in the lining of Hu Teng's chest pocket, Shen Han found a small black booklet.

"It seems to be some kind of Angry Dragon Divine Fist?"

Shen Han recalled what the two had said while on the wall.

The cover of the booklet was gone, and it seemed to be missing several pages in the middle.

"Forget it, let's deal with the bodies first and study this later."

After tucking the booklet away, he found some thick rope, tied the two corpses tightly together, and then took advantage of the night to carry them out of the small courtyard.

He couldn't go to the place where he had killed the Qiankun Two Rats last night, so he chose the opposite direction.

After a few twists and turns.

He brought the corpses to a secluded alleyway.

"This will do..."

Thud!

He tossed the bodies down.

"This place is far from my home. Even if they are discovered by the night watchman, it has nothing to do with me... Huh, what is that?"

Just as he was about to leave, his sharp eyes caught sight of someone lying on the ground not far away.

Shen Han's heart stirred, and he walked over.

It was actually a bald monk, and the monk was covered in blood, having already been dead for quite some time.

"Damn..."

I'm not the only one killing people in the middle of the night!

Three Rivers County is truly not peaceful!

A gust of night wind blew by, causing Shen Han to gasp in cold air. He hurriedly looked around, but fortunately, there was nothing unusual.

"Let's try my luck."

He quickly crouched down and searched the monk's corpse.

A moment later, he found five taels of broken silver, and besides that, a jade pendant.

Stuffing everything into his robes, he slipped away in a flash.

Returning to his small courtyard.

"This piece of jade is quite pretty."

Under the oil lamp, Shen Han examined the jade pendant in his hand with interest.

It was a bright orange double-fish jade pendant, vivid and lifelike, with quite exquisite craftsmanship.

How could a chanting monk have something like this?

Also, why didn't the murderer loot the corpse?

"Let's look at the fist technique manual."

After putting down the jade pendant, he took out the small booklet and flipped through it from beginning to end at a glance.

This was indeed the manual for the Angry Dragon Divine Fist.

The Divine Fist had a total of twelve forms, all very ingenious, but the manual was missing three of them. Could it still be practiced?

"Let the clone try..."

Shen Han took out the Bronze Mirror and handed the manual over.

In any case, even if the manual were complete, he wouldn't be able to practice it, so letting the clone try would cost him nothing.

The clone took the manual and immediately began to study it earnestly.

Soon, the clone tossed the manual aside.

"Can it be done?"

Shen Han asked softly.

The clone nodded, then actually assumed a stance and began to practice it move by move!

"Can a defective manual be practiced too?"

Shen Han was overjoyed. "As expected of having a unique talent. Fine, then practice this set of Angry Dragon Divine Fist well for me!"

After giving the task to the clone, he drank a large bowl of water and lay down to sleep.

The next day, early in the morning.

The internal injuries in his chest woke Shen Han up in pain.

He hurriedly circulated his energy to regulate his body.

It seems my strength is still too limited. If I hadn't crippled Hu Teng first last night, and they had attacked me together, I would definitely have been the one to die. I must strengthen myself as soon as possible!

"Huh?"

As soon as he opened his panel, Shen Han was stunned.

Mirror Master: Shen Han
Cultivation: Skin Refining
Technique: Breathing Technique (Perfected)
Martial Arts: Angry Dragon Divine Fist (Minor Accomplishment)
Skills: Medicine (Perfected)

The Basic Fist Technique that was originally in the martial arts column had disappeared, replaced by the Angry Dragon Divine Fist.

And it was directly at the level of Minor Accomplishment!

Looking again at the clone's fist-practicing movements in the mirror, they were smooth and flowing, just like a real dragon.

"I understand!"

Shen Han realized it in an instant.

Logically speaking, no matter how strong the clone's talent was, it would be absolutely impossible to practice the Angry Dragon Divine Fist to Minor Accomplishment in a single night.

There was only one explanation:

When the clone practices a high-level martial art, it can merge low-level martial arts of the same type! In other words, the Angry Dragon Divine Fist had merged with the perfected Basic Fist Technique, which is why it had jumped straight to the Minor Accomplishment realm!

"Awesome!"

Shen Han exclaimed in high praise, "With this, practicing higher-level martial arts of the same type in the future will yield twice the result with half the effort!"

He immediately ran through the Angry Dragon Divine Fist in his mind.

Sure enough, every punch technique and secret trick of the divine fist was deeply imprinted in his brain.

At the same time, his body had also developed muscle memory.

The effect of the Angry Dragon Divine Fist at the Minor Accomplishment stage was roughly the same as the Basic Fist Technique at the Perfection stage; naturally, once the clone practiced the Angry Dragon Divine Fist to Major Accomplishment or even Perfection, its power would far exceed the Basic Fist Technique.

What was even more impressive was that the clone had mastered the entire set of twelve forms of the Angry Dragon Divine Fist!

Even the three missing forms had been automatically completed by the clone!

"Heaven is truly helping me!"

Shen Han walked out of the room, feeling deeply satisfied. After cleaning up the remaining traces in the small courtyard, he headed out.

Although it was his day off, he was not free today; he needed to buy healing medicine, Qi Condensing Powder, and a new cauldron. As for the clone, it would devote itself entirely to practicing the Angry Dragon Divine Fist!