A Step Further, Blood Splatters Three Feet

Ever since he drew blood last time, he felt as if a savage beast had been unleashed within him.

"Life and death are fated, wealth and honor depend on heaven. You beast, you're really damn ruthless!"

"Heh heh, then let's see whose fate is harder. It's either you die or I live."

Liang Qisheng gritted his teeth, determined to fight to the death.

The appearance of this formidable lone wolf did not frighten him; instead, it ignited a blazing battle intent within his heart.

Ao ao!

Fight!

Almost at the same time, the lone wolf leaped up.

Not only did it open its fang-filled maw, but its front claws also shot out, aiming at Liang Qisheng's neck and shoulder respectively.

This was a method the lone wolf had refined through long-term hunting.

It was not only ferocious but also extremely cunning and intelligent.

"Black Tiger Probing Claw!"

Liang Qisheng's legs stood firm as pines, unmoving, as one hand parried and extended, unwilling to meet the enemy with bare flesh.

His palm faced upward and he thrust it violently skyward.

At the same time, the back of his chopping knife swept horizontally.

Though it seemed like a simple push, the power rose from the earth itself.

Passing through the great dragon of his spine, the force converged in his palm and was unleashed through the chopping knife.

The blade slashed out fiercely, carrying a whistling wind, like a Milky Way tearing through the air.

Almost the next second, the wolf's claws descended simultaneously, colliding with the back of the chopping knife.

The force shook, and the weight of the wolf's body combined with the momentum of its pounce—enough to crush a wild ox—all gathered into one blow.

Yet Liang Qisheng felt his entire skeleton rattle and clatter.

This calf-sized old wolf, though seemingly lean, possessed astonishing strength.

The one-eyed wolf also let out a whimper, its voice tinged with anxiety.

The seemingly insignificant human below had actually managed to block this terrifying force.

"Get lost!"

Sharp claws scraped against the hard surface of the chopping knife.

A piercing screech of friction erupted, sparks flying, leaving long scratches on the black blade.

Liang Qisheng dropped his shoulder, sinking half an inch as the wolf's power pressed down like a millstone.

If his Black Tiger Fist stance hadn't reached a minor level of mastery, he would have suffered greatly from this move.

Fortunately, he took it fully intact, only a scratch from the claw tips breaking his skin, with no major effect.

The lone wolf's gaping maw had yet to descend.

Liang Qisheng burst forward, executing the Black Tiger Triple-Stack Lean Stance—this was the full charm of martial technique.

His entire body twisted into a chain, stirring upward simultaneously.

Step by stack, wave by wave, lean and charge.

Even if that one-eyed old wolf was as cunning as a ghost, it couldn't react to such a move.

Its entire body was sent flying by a terrifying force, hurled into the air and flung away.

Woo woo!

The one-eyed scar-faced wolf let out a low growl, seemingly unaware of what had just happened. It only felt that as it pounced downward, its body was thrown off, completely clueless about the situation.

Black Tiger Leaps Over the Ravine!

Even now, Liang Qisheng's movements were not over.

He kicked off the ground, his whole body following close behind the lone wolf, flying into the air to catch up mid-flight.

His right hand formed a fist, smashing viciously down at the wolf's head.

In that instant, the force gathered all of Liang Qisheng's strength, weighing several hundred jin.

Though he couldn't shatter the wolf's skull with a single punch, the terrifying impact still sent the lone wolf reeling violently, lost in a dazed stupor.

At that moment, Liang Qisheng grabbed the wolf's body, clinging to it as he descended with crushing weight.

Crack!

A crisp sound rang out. The one-eyed old wolf, still midair, managed to counterattack.

Its entire body twisted and slammed into Liang Qisheng's chest, making his ribs cave inward and nearly rattling his skeleton apart.

But he gritted his teeth against the pain, twisted his waist, gathered strength midair, and the chopping knife that had been clamped in his mouth fell into his right hand.

The backhanded blade fell.

A shrill, venomous howl rang out.

The lone wolf's waist twisted grotesquely, crimson blood streaming from its belly.

Its stomach had been split open by the sharp chopping knife, and it lay on the ground, unable to move.

"A wolf's weakness: iron head, steel claws, but a paper waist!"

"Old Man Zhao was right. In these deep mountains, hunters, beasts, and venomous insects—everything has its counter, each born to subdue the other."

"...As long as you use the right method, overcoming the strong with the weak, borrowing force to strike—who lives and who dies is still up in the air."

Liang Qisheng was grateful for the legacy the old herb gatherer had left him, which still hadn't run out.

This gave him a sense of calm composure when facing danger.

Bam! Bam!

He crushed the lone wolf's waist in one go.

That fatal strike of the chopping knife was like a divine move, a masterstroke in a game of Go, leaving the wolf paralyzed on the spot.

But Liang Qisheng didn't let it off just yet.

He knew that if he didn't eradicate the evil completely, he would be the one dead.

There was no room for mercy with such a beast.

He clenched both hands into fists and hammered them down hard on the wolf's head.

Striking left and right, fists exploding like thunder, the air cracking with each blow.

A moment later.

When Liang Qisheng stopped, he was panting heavily.

He pulled out the chopping knife and slit the wolf's throat in one stroke.

The lone wolf lay there, its breath faint, blood oozing from its seven orifices—a horrifying sight.

This cunning, fearsome lone wolf had been beaten to death by Liang Qisheng!

Staring at the wolf's corpse on the ground, Liang Qisheng's own body swayed unsteadily.

After a life-and-death battle, his adrenaline had spiked, and now that the fight was over, he was utterly exhausted to his limit.

He was a bit troubled—did he have to carry the entire wolf corpse back?

"Little lad, you actually killed a lone wolf—you've really opened my eyes!"

"Looks like Old Man Zhao didn't misjudge this time; he really trained a good disciple."

"Too bad he died so early, or else I'd have my brothers steer clear of whatever ground you two claimed."

Just then, a man stepped out from behind a nearby tree.

One look and Liang Qisheng recognized him.

He was also a herb gatherer, called "Li He," also known as "Big Head Li," a notable figure among the herb gatherers.

This Big Head Li was the head of the Herb Gang, with several herb gatherers under him, gradually forming a force of his own.

Most herb gatherers would shrink back at the sight of them, not daring to provoke them.

He hadn't expected to run into him today.

And he had been lurking in the shadows, poised to strike—clearly up to no good.

The man walked over with a smile on his face, as if making small talk, but Liang Qisheng was on high alert.

Before the man could take three steps, Liang Qisheng's chopping knife clanged sharply as it cut through the air.

The message was clear.

"Stop right there. I don't know you!"

"Take one more step, and blood will spill three feet. I mean what I say."

These words made Big Head Li's expression freeze.

He hadn't expected this kid to be so troublesome.

Old Zhao was dead, but he had really trained a tough nut to crack.