When Fang Qing had joined the martial arts school, he had known that practicing martial arts and real combat were not the same thing.
Those disciples in the school, no matter how well they practiced their forms, would still get beaten until they were looking for their teeth on the ground if they lacked fighting experience and encountered a few street thugs in battle.
But the big man before him was different!
When trouble arose, his first reaction had been to drive the weapon in his hand straight in!
This was experience that could only be accumulated through life-and-death struggles! It was beyond anything training or arena matches could compare to.
It was also what people commonly called "killing intent"! He was a truly ruthless character who had killed before.
After all, one stab could easily kill someone. A slash, on the other hand, might leave a bloody, mangled mess, yet was less likely to cause fatal injury.
Smack!
With a flick of his finger, Fang Qing sent a ripple of True Qi outward, knocking the dagger high into the air.
The would-be murderer grunted. The ferocity in his eyes only intensified as he clenched his large hand, drove power through his shoulders and back, and twisted his arm as if it had no bones, producing another crisp crack!
One look at his moves told Fang Qing that he had trained at a martial arts school. Moreover, he had already passed the stage of integrating his whole body's strength and entered the level of force!
Such a martial artist already counted as a minor expert. A careless punch from him could kill a man.
Smack!
The vicious-looking man threw a punch, only to feel as though he had struck an incredibly tough sheet of cowhide—slick and resilient, with nowhere to