Pirated Martial Arts Wholesale

In Fang Gang's old apartment, the air warped slightly. He sat cross-legged on the hard bed, his blood and qi surging around him like the Yangtze and Yellow Rivers, producing a deep, rumbling roar.

Within his dantian, that thread of supremely yang inner breath condensed from the True Nine Yang Divine Skill was like a spark dropped into dry kindling, frantically devouring the immense blood and qi of the Tendon Transformation Realm as it continuously grew stronger!

Golden-red currents raced through his meridians. Wherever they passed, all chill vanished, leaving only a comforting warmth.

This power was a natural nemesis of evil entities!

"Not enough... too slow." Fang Gang opened his eyes, and golden flames seemed to flicker in their depths.

This little inner breath was enough to burn an ordinary grudge spirit, but against a tough opponent like that chemical plant, it was just a drop in the bucket.

Evolution Points! He needed a massive amount of Evolution Points to level up this Nine Yang Divine Skill too! Raise it to mastery! Raise it until it underwent a qualitative change! Turn it into a blazing sun furnace capable of burning mountains and boiling seas!

Ding-dong!

His phone screen lit up with a new message:

Cainiao Parcel Station: Your package ("Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms [manual + disc]") has arrived. Please collect it using pickup code XXXX.

The corner of Fang Gang's mouth curled into a cold arc. Good. He casually grabbed the heavy Bronze Battle Halberd leaning against the wall. It felt icy in his hand, its baleful aura restrained.

This thing would do as a makeshift club for now.

Downstairs, Old Zhao, the security guard, nearly popped his eyes out when he saw Fang Gang coming out with the halberd on his shoulder.

"L-Little Fang, is that... a movie prop?"

The bloody smell on the halberd had faded, but its ancient, weighty texture was unmistakably real.

"Yeah, a prop." Fang Gang answered casually and strode toward the Cainiao Parcel Station outside the residential complex.

The station was packed with people.

The moment Fang Gang appeared with the halberd on his shoulder, the crowded crowd fell silent for half a second and automatically parted to make a path for him.

His mountain-like bearing and the ancient halberd on his shoulder, as menacing as a weapon of murder, worked better than any warding talisman.

"Pickup. XXXX." Fang Gang shoved his phone screen in front of the young woman at the counter.

The girl's face went pale with fright. In a fluster, she found a thick courier bag and handed it over, never daring to raise her head.

Fang Gang tore open the seal.

Inside was a booklet even thicker than the one for the Nine Yang Divine Skill. Its gaudy cover bore a twisted dragon design alongside several large words: "Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms: Ultimate Profound Edition." It also came with a shoddy disc, whose cover showed an old man striking an awkward pose.

It reeked of cheapness, even worse than street-stall merchandise.

Fang Gang put it away without changing expression, turned, and left with the halberd on his shoulder. Behind him, hushed discussion faintly rose.

"Holy shit... that's real, isn't it? That halberd..."

"A movie shoot? Haven't heard about any crews around here."

"Doesn't look like it... that guy's eyes were terrifying..."

Fang Gang ignored them. He turned into a secluded alley, confirmed that no one was around, and willed, "System, scan it."

Ding! A low-quality carrier has been detected (paper + plastic). Its contents contain severe logical contradictions and energy conflicts...

Energy response: None

Threat level: None

Would you like to spend 1 Evolution Point to convert it into the entry-level basic martial skill "True Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms"?

"Convert it!"

Evolution Points -1!

Conversion in progress... removing redundant movements... correcting force application nodes... completing the blood and qi circulation route...

Conversion complete! Basic martial skill obtained: "True Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms" (Entry 0/100)!

A method for channeling Savage Elephant Power along specific trajectories and blasting it out to form peerlessly fierce palm force flooded into his mind.

Though it was only the foundation, the path was clear and pointed directly to the essence of strength!

A sharp gleam flashed in Fang Gang's eyes.

Strength! What he lacked least right now was strength! With Elephant Suppressing Prison Force combined with this fierce palm technique, its power would definitely be terrifying!

He urgently needed a target to test his moves on! Evolution Points! More Evolution Points!

At the Special Affairs Bureau's field operations office,

Chen Tao was roaring into the phone, spittle flying. "Yes! The chemical plant! A Grade B Hairy Zombie! A Grade A Blood Fiend Corpse Puppet! All dealt with! Who did it? Who else could it be? Iron Head... no! Bright King! Fang Gang! Yes! That bald guy! He did it all alone! Like chopping melons and vegetables!... What? A medal? It's already being processed! The highest specification!... A report? I saw it with my own fucking eyes! Video? Video my ass! All the equipment got shattered by the shockwaves!... Believe it or don't!"

He had just slammed down the phone when the office door was pushed open.

Fang Gang stood in the doorway with the Bronze Battle Halberd on his shoulder, like a door guardian. His dark-golden bald head gleamed under the corridor lights.

"B-Brother Fang?" Chen Tao jumped, then immediately plastered on a smile. "Why are you here? Please, come in! About the medal..."

"Not here for the medal." Fang Gang walked in and casually planted the heavy bronze halberd on the ground with a thud. The tiles instantly cracked into a spiderweb pattern.

His gaze swept across the mountain of documents on Chen Tao's desk, many of them reports labeled "Anomalous Location" and "Suspected Evil Entity Activity." "Give me a copy of those."

"Huh?" Chen Tao froze. "Brother Fang, what are you...?"

"Taking out the trash. Collecting scrap." Fang Gang was concise, pointing at the halberd on the floor. "And getting some practice."

He needed Evolution Points. He needed battle! He needed to temper the newly acquired True Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms and the Nine Yang Inner Breath still growing within him through real combat!

Chen Tao looked at the undisguised hunting desire in Fang Gang's eyes, like a beast released from its cage. Then he thought of the hellish scene at the chemical plant and instantly understood.

This man was treating those dangerous places like dungeon runs! Treating evil entities like experience mobs!

His heart trembled, then wild joy surged up within him! This great deity was voluntarily asking for work?! This was a windfall from heaven!

"No problem! Leave it to me!"

Chen Tao patted his chest and quickly began searching. "I'll pick the right ones for you! The toughest! The most sinister! I guarantee you'll... ah, get plenty of practice!"

He had nearly said, "kill to your heart's content."

Very soon, a stack of documents marked "High Risk" and "Urgent" was pushed in front of Fang Gang. One of them had been heavily circled in red ink:

Location: Morgue, second underground level, old crematorium west of the city

Incident: Multiple refrigerated corpses have displayed abnormal reanimation activity (confirmed Purple Zombie level), accompanied by unidentified scratching sounds (source unknown, suspected to be of a higher level). The site has been sealed off. Recommendation: Dispatch a Grade B or higher team, or request talisman support for extermination.

Danger Level: C+ (may increase)

Morgue... scratching sounds... Fang Gang's gaze lingered on the location for a moment.

The dark-black Grudge Eye imprint on his arm seemed to twitch ever so slightly. From the slit at its end, a trace of icy coldness flashed by.

"This one." Fang Gang tapped the document. Morgue drawers? Perfect for testing how far his newly cultivated True Vajra Indestructible Body had progressed.

"Sure! I'll arrange a vehicle and—" Chen Tao had not finished speaking.

"No need." Fang Gang cut him off, picked up the document, turned, and hoisted the Bronze Battle Halberd onto his shoulder. "Give me the address."

"Huh? Y-You're going alone?" Chen Tao was dumbfounded. That was an underground morgue! The place with the heaviest yin energy! And there were unknown scratching sounds!

Fang Gang reached the door, stopped, and glanced back at Chen Tao. His dark-golden pupils were utterly calm beneath the lights, yet Chen Tao felt an invisible pressure descend on him.

"Too many people get in the way."

With that, he carried the halberd and strode out of sight at the end of the corridor.

Chen Tao stood there with his mouth open for a long while before it finally closed.

He suddenly lunged at his desk, grabbed the internal communicator, and his fingers trembled. "Hello! Technical team! Hurry! Pull every surveillance feed around the old crematorium west of the city! Yes! Right now! Immediately! At once! Something big is about to happen!"

Still shaken, he looked in the direction Fang Gang had disappeared, then touched his own greasy hair and muttered to himself:

"Wholesale evil entities... this bald guy... he's planning a pirated martial arts wholesale operation..."

Meanwhile, at the old crematorium west of the city.

Second underground level, morgue area.

The cold fluorescent tubes buzzed and crackled, casting a ghastly pale light. The air was thick with disinfectant and a faint, sweetly rancid stench of lightly decaying flesh.

Rows of enormous stainless steel morgue drawers stood neatly along the walls like cold tombstones, radiating a grim chill.

The entire space was terrifyingly dead silent, broken only by the low hum of refrigeration equipment.

Suddenly!

Scrape... scrape, scrape...

A faint, teeth-grating sound of metal scraping came from inside a morgue drawer marked "B-17"! It was as though something inside was slowly and forcefully scratching the inner wall of the drawer door with its nails... or something even harder!

Immediately afterward, dull impacts sounded from inside the drawers marked "B-18" and "B-19"! Thud! Thud! It was as if the things inside were struggling with all their might!

Farther inside, in the shadowed corner near the backup power room, a larger, heavier freezer marked "S-01" quietly formed a thin layer of frost across its surface.

From the crack in its door, a thread of black qi, almost imperceptible to the naked eye and even deeper than the surrounding darkness, slowly seeped out like a living thing...

That strange scratching sound seemed to faintly come from the direction of S-01, yet also seemed to be everywhere, weaving a hair-raising prelude through the deathly silent morgue.

Outside the rusty iron gates of the old crematorium, the streetlights were dim.

A figure carrying a Bronze Battle Halberd on his shoulder approached from afar like a javelin tearing through the night.

His dark-golden bald head reflected a cold, hard gleam beneath the murky yellow light.

He stopped before the tightly shut gates and raised his eyes toward the building shrouded in dense deathly qi.

Fang Gang shifted the ancient halberd on his shoulder, feeling the surging Elephant Suppressing Prison Force within him and the growing golden-red inner breath in his dantian. There was not the slightest fear in his eyes, only blazing hunting fire.

"Scratching sounds?" he murmured. The dark-black imprint on his left arm seemed to twitch faintly again.

He did not push the gate or look for a key. Instead, he raised a foot covered in dark-golden radiance and kicked straight at the heavy iron gate!

BOOM—!!!

A deafening explosion tore through the silence! The entire iron gate, along with the bricks and stones around its frame, burst inward as though struck by a siege ram, twisting and flying apart! Dust billowed everywhere!

With the halberd on his shoulder, Fang Gang stepped over shattered stones and warped metal as though entering his own backyard, crossing into the gloomy front hall of the old crematorium in a single stride.

A bone-piercing yin wind mixed with the pungent smell of embalming chemicals and rotting corpses rushed straight at him.

In the darkness, it seemed as though countless eyes opened at once.

The hunt had begun.