Thoughts Clear, Body Resists Bullets!

Lower District.

On a dimly lit street.

Jiang Wangzu walked down the street, carrying a jar of Dragon Tiger Golden Body Paste and three packets of Dragon Tiger Medicinal Bath Powder.

The cold, deserted street was deathly quiet; even the sound of a needle dropping to the ground could have been heard clearly.

Jiang Wangzu suddenly stopped, looked around, and said in a low voice:

"Come out. Stop hiding!"

"You've been following me for half the day. Aren't you tired?"

As soon as Jiang Wangzu finished speaking, A figure walked out from the mouth of an alley.

The man was tall and broad, his face covered with a black handkerchief. He held two knuckle dusters, and the four raised ridges on them gleamed with a cold light.

"Boss Chen?"

"Drop the mask!"

"With that build of yours, those eyes of yours, I'd recognize you even if you were burned to ash."

"Why keep sneaking around?"

Jiang Wangzu looked at the man before him and laughed.

Who knew who he had learned it from, thinking a mask was enough to hide his identity.

How was this any different from a woman disguising herself as a man?

"Jiang Wangzu, you little beast!"

"You slept with your sister-in-law!"

"You deserve to be sliced to pieces!"

Chen Tai gnashed his teeth as he tore off the black cloth covering his face, glaring viciously at Jiang Wangzu as he spoke.

"More words are useless. Come at me!"

"I'd like to see exactly how you're going to slice me to pieces!"

Jiang Wangzu spread his hands, not even bothering to explain.

More words were useless; broken bones were the best answer.

Besides, he had wanted to kill this mad dog Chen Tai for a very long time!

These past few days, he had been waiting for Chen Tai to come pick a fight, so he could cripple him as if by accident.

But he had never expected Chen Tai, that green-shelled cuckolded turtle, to be so good at enduring it, refusing all this time to come make trouble for him.

Originally, he had thought Chen Tai had gone cowardly and did not dare make a move against him.

Unexpectedly, today had brought him a pleasant surprise!

"Arrogant!"

"I admit you bastard have a good head on your shoulders, and you won Sixth Master Dai's appreciation."

"You even opened the Lower District's first dance hall, and business is booming."

"But brains don't equal strength."

"Today I'll show you what it means when a martial brute's anger makes blood splash five steps!"

Chen Tai clenched his knuckle dusters and charged straight at Jiang Wangzu, smashing toward him viciously.

Jiang Wangzu moved after him yet arrived first. With one punch blasting out, before Chen Tai's knuckle dusters could strike his body, Jiang Wangzu's Black Tiger Void-Rending Claw stamped hard into Chen Tai's chest, sending him flying backward!

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Chen Tai collapsed to the ground and could not get up. He coughed violently several times, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

"Chen Tai, do you know?"

"You were the first shadow in my life."

"There was a time when every time I slept, I would dream of that vicious, fiendlike face of yours."

"Every time I woke from those nightmares, I wondered when I would be able to kill you with my own hands."

Jiang Wangzu walked toward Chen Tai step by step, then bent down and whispered beside Chen Tai's ear:

"That's right!"

"The sister-in-law you never slept with—I was the one who slept with her."

"Not only that, she used your money to keep me!"

"When I wanted to learn martial arts, she even helped me steal your Black Tiger Fist Manual!"

"Your cousin Chen Xing was killed by me too!"

"He deserved to die just as much as you do, because he bullied the weak with his strength and tried to extort and blackmail me."

"So... now it's finally your turn!"

Jiang Wangzu smiled as he looked at Chen Tai.

At this moment, his thoughts were truly clear, his body and mind utterly at ease!

"Ahhh!"

"I'll kill you!"

When Chen Tai heard that, rage instantly burned through him. He used every last bit of strength left in his body, swung his fist, and smashed it toward Jiang Wangzu's temple.

But Jiang Wangzu seized his wrist and twisted it straight into a pretzel.

Then he punched Chen Tai in the crown of the head, smashing him until his brains burst out and he died completely!

To him, Chen Tai, who had reached great accomplishment in Strength Training and had already passed the peak of his physical prime, was like a frail child.

"The nightmare I once had after transmigrating to this world was actually crushed by my own hands so easily."

"It really is a little unbelievable."

Jiang Wangzu looked at Chen Tai's corpse and said with a smile:

"With your cruelty and ruthlessness, I shouldn't have let you die this easily."

"But Sister-in-law is still waiting for me at Never-Night City Dance Hall, so I don't want to waste time on you."

"I'd rather pour all my scalding passion and precious time completely onto Sister-in-law. That would be worth far more than the price."

Jiang Wangzu's gaze slowly turned cold.

The current him felt no psychological burden over killing a piece of trash like Chen Tai.

As for whether anyone would trace it back to him.

He had even less need to worry.

After all, Chen Tai had attacked him first. He had merely acted in self-defense.

Besides, right now, he was a favorite in the gang leader's eyes. The death of one Chen Tai was not enough to drag him into the mire.

Taking ten thousand steps back, so what if the Canal Gang wanted to hold him responsible?

His current overall strength was comparable to a third-realm martial cultivator, a Skin-Refining martial artist. With the world so vast, where could he not find a mouthful of food to eat?

The Canal Gang would still open the net on one side for a powerful martial artist.

No, it should be said that every major faction had a high tolerance for martial cultivators.

After all, the top martial cultivators in this world possessed strength capable of overturning the board.

A flesh body that could withstand bullets, taking an enemy general's head amid ten thousand troops, carrying out assassination missions, serving as bodyguards—martial cultivators truly had far too many uses.

The stronger the martial cultivator, the higher their value.

A Xiantian Grandmaster like Chen Liujia had to be enshrined no matter what faction he was placed in!

Bang!

A tongue of fire gushed out, accompanied by an ear-piercing sound that rang through the entire street.

It was a gunshot!

The instant Jiang Wangzu heard the gunshot ring out, he circulated his perfected Iron Garment Skill. He felt a stab of pain in his back.

He had been shot!

But because of the perfected Iron Garment Skill, the bullet had not drilled very far into his flesh. It was only a minor wound.

Even so, his expression turned extremely ugly.

Someone had no martial virtue, actually using a gun to assassinate him!

If he had not had the perfected Iron Garment Skill today, he might have lost his life to that single shot!

Even his Limit-Breaking Level Black Tiger Earthly Fiend True Scripture could not let his flesh body withstand bullets.

Unless he reached perfected Skin-Refining, then it might be possible for his flesh body to resist bullets.

But even then, that only meant resisting handguns. If he really encountered a sniper rifle, or even a cannon shell, he would still be done for all the same.

Blood Qi Realm martial artists cultivated Blood Qi. Unless they cultivated to the level of external Blood Qi emission, their physical defense would not differ much from a perfected Skin-Refining martial artist's.

If one wanted to truly block bullets with the flesh body, one had to be at least in the Strength Realm.

But looking across all of Shen City, how many Strength Realm martial artists were there?

Even for a Strength Realm martial artist, if they encountered an army, how long they could last under dense firepower at close range, with ten thousand bullets firing at once, was still an unknown.

If one wanted the flesh body to withstand bullets, unless one was a hard-body martial artist!

And as luck would have it, Jiang Wangzu was precisely a hard-body martial artist, and he had already cultivated a third-rate hard-body cultivation method, Iron Garment Skill, to its limit!

Bang, bang, bang!

That shot just now was only the beginning.

Seeing that Jiang Wangzu had not fallen, a string of gunshots rang out.

But Jiang Wangzu had already prepared himself.

He quickly took off the two knuckle dusters Chen Tai was wearing on his hands. At the same time, he circulated the Iron Garment Skill and the Black Tiger Earthly Fiend True Scripture, executing the stake-walking steps recorded in the Dragon Tiger Heaven Stance.

His entire body was like a dragon's stride and a tiger's step, like a tiger crouching and a dragon coiling, as he swiftly dashed between the surrounding cover.