The Wumeng Scripture (Bonus update for 4,000 monthly votes)

Li Xiuwen fell into thought.

Generally speaking, Martial Artists had powerful constitutions. Many poisons commonly used against ordinary people struggled to take effect on them quickly.

But certain unorthodox Martial Way schools that studied toxins had developed what they called "Poison Way Martial Arts."

Their practitioners turned themselves into living poisons. If an opponent fought them without taking precautions, they could be poisoned without ever knowing when or how it had happened.

That made these schools especially troublesome. Ordinary rules did not apply to them.

Li Xiuwen sighed. "Good thing I was cautious and scouted the place first. If I'd gone straight in, my boat might really have capsized in a gutter..."

According to his intelligence, Bucktooth Zhen practiced an ordinary Wild Fist school. It said nothing about methods this venomous.

Every old hand had a secret trick up their sleeve.

Wang the Fat did. Bucktooth Zhen did too...

And wasn't the same true of Li Xiuwen?

Whenever he encountered an enemy, he could try fighting them first in the Grand Void Illusory Realm. That would expose their hidden tricks and keep him from being caught out.

In the blink of an eye, the following night arrived.

Outside Bucktooth Zhen's Nameless Clinic,

Li Xiuwen, Little Loudspeaker, Chen Jia, and Redhead Eight arrived without a sound.

Behind them were several dozen Forty-Niners who had been summoned at short notice and still had no idea what was going on.

Li Xiuwen drew a deep breath and said calmly, "Surround the clinic. Watch the sewers nearby. If anyone comes out of them, break their arms and legs."

Chen Jia was itching to show off his newly perfected Iron Cloth Shirt.

He stepped forward, kicked open the clinic door, and charged inside.

"Hesheng Tu business! Everybody down!"

When Chen Jia entered, Bucktooth Zhen