Secret Technique Inheritance

"Who do you think you are?"

The woman tossed aside the wet towel in her hand and sneered. "Your Zhou family has some influence in Qingsha City, but Su Tai, the master of the Black Killing Boxing Gym, is a well-known fighter in Wuda Prefecture. You think a few casual words from you, Zhou Wenye, are enough to bring down the entire Black Killing Style?"

"Ruan Wen, aren't you supposedly a disciple of the 'number one killer king of Wunan'? Are you scared of facing Su Tai?"

Zhou Wenye's eyes flickered, and he gritted his teeth. "How about this? Forget bringing down the Black Killing Style. Help me get Sulai over here and let me play with her for a few days..."

The woman thought for a moment, then said calmly, "Twenty million!

"For twenty million, I'll help you contact the old man. He hasn't made a move in nearly ten years. Su Tai of the Black Killing Style should be enough to pique his interest..."

"Twenty million?! Why don't you just rob me?"

Zhou Wenye's eyes widened as he blurted the words out.

The woman gave him an indifferent glance and couldn't be bothered to speak to him again.

Seeing her like this, Zhou Wenye's face darkened. He had money, but even he couldn't come up with twenty million in Nan Currency.

There was no need to pay such a steep price just to bring down the Black Killing Style.

But he still had to settle the score for the loss he had suffered and vent the resentment bottled up in his chest...

"Forget it."

Zhou Wenye thought for a moment, then said, "We don't need to go after the Black Killing Boxing Gym or lay a hand on Sulai. Help me kill the kid who beat me up. You can do that much, right?"

"That I can do."

The woman turned around and said indifferently, "Have someone follow him first. I'll send Acu to you later. Just make sure you don't short the two of them afterward..."

"Don't worry. I, Zhou Wenye, have never treated my own people badly."

Zhou Wenye's expression gradually grew vicious. He seemed to picture something, and his smile slowly turned cruel.

"How could there be such a huge crocodile in the world?"

The young man with the earring stood in front of the enormous fossilized Crocodile Bones, his eyes wide with astonishment. He looked as though he wanted to reach out and touch them but didn't dare. "They're fake, right? Is this a model?"

"Was it because of the Black Tide?"

Cheng Sheng, who had also been examining the enormous Crocodile Bones, suddenly looked up.

He recalled the video Song Cai had forwarded to him. The one-horned anaconda wreathed in black mist had possessed a terrifying size beyond the understanding of ordinary people, just like the Crocodile Bones before him, as well as certain distinctive features that no normal creature could possess.

"Yes."

Sulai stood up from a small altar covered in all sorts of dried offerings, along with a large number of animal bones and teeth. It looked like something from a mysterious religious ritual.

"This was a Black Tide creature. It was already dead when it was discovered. The swamp around us came into being because of its corpse, including the crocodiles in the pool next to it..."

Cheng Sheng's heart trembled.

No wonder the saltwater crocodiles in the pool had looked a little different from ordinary ones. They had been affected by the Black Tide creature.

How had a Black Tide creature capable of creating such a vast black swamp died?

Had its own kind killed it?

Or...

He thought of the wanted criminal on Sucha Street.

"Where exactly does the danger of the Black Tide come from? Is it only because terrifying creatures like this are born inside it?"

Cheng Sheng couldn't help asking. The question had been weighing on his mind for a long time.

"The greatest threat naturally comes from Black Tide creatures. But ones as enormous as this rarely invade cities, except during a Black Calamity...

"For ordinary people like us, what makes the Black Tide truly terrifying is the Strange Mist that appears with it.

"The Strange Mist spreads quickly and over a wide area. It has a certain mysterious property, and under its influence, evil spirits that we normally can't detect and that wouldn't affect us awaken one after another..."

At that point, Sulai seemed to remember something, and her mood sank a little despite herself.

"Brother, you could sign up for a Black Tide experience tour..."

The young man with the earring patted Cheng Sheng on the shoulder and joked, "Go experience it yourself, and won't you know?"

"My family runs a travel agency."

"Uh..."

"All right!"

Sulai clapped her hands, quickly recovering from that inexplicable sadness, and said to the three of them, "Move your luggage into the cabin over there. There's plenty of water and food inside. We'll be staying here for at least seven or eight days, so you'll have plenty of time to explore everything on this island...

"I'll be waiting for you in the clearing in fifteen minutes. That's when I'll formally teach you the Black Killing Style's secret technique."

At the words "secret technique," the eyes of the young man with the earring and the short-haired man visibly lit up. They picked up their luggage and rushed impatiently toward the cabin Sulai had mentioned.

Only Cheng Sheng was still reluctant to leave the crocodile shrine before him, his mind full of thoughts about the Black Tide and the Crocodile Bones.

The Strange Mist brought by the Black Tide awakens hidden evil spirits?

What are evil spirits?

From what Sulai said, it seems even fighters have no way to deal with these so-called evil spirits... For an ordinary person, living in a world like this is far too hard, isn't it...

Cheng Sheng found the cabin, picked a room at random, and pushed the door open.

The entire cabin was built of stone. Aside from a small bed, a table, and a plastic bucket, there was practically nothing in it.

It was fairly clean, though. The bedding and blanket on the bed were new, and someone had evidently tidied and cleaned the place in advance.

The first thing Cheng Sheng did after putting down his backpack was take out his phone.

"Good, there's a signal here too!"

What Cheng Sheng feared most was missing news from the crocodile farm in Balai City because of the special training.

No matter how important the Black Killing Style's inheritance was, it couldn't compare to the third sacrifice in his heart.

The enormous Crocodile Bones in the crocodile shrine and the mutated saltwater crocodiles in the pool are all first-rate offerings.

If I get the chance, I have to get my hands on them!

For now, though, I'll take it slowly. There's no rush...

Fifteen minutes later, Cheng Sheng and the other two gathered at the agreed clearing.

Sulai had changed clothes by then. On her upper body, she wore only a black bandeau top, and her wheat-colored skin had a healthy glow beneath the not particularly bright sunlight.

"Of the three of you, Mo Jiang has nearly completed Body Tempering. Cheng Sheng and Tong Huan still have a long way to go..."

Sulai stood on a rock slightly higher than the ground. Her usual gentle, approachable manner had given way to a more serious one, and she began by assessing the three of them.

Mo Jiang was the short-haired man with the shoulder bag. Cheng Sheng had thought he was older, but later learned that he was only a year older than Cheng Sheng himself; he just looked somewhat mature.

Mo Jiang reportedly came from a martial arts family. His father had once been a professional boxer but had later retired because of injuries. Mo Jiang had trained in combat since childhood and had joined the Black Killing Style as a disciple to revive his family's boxing gym.

Tong Huan was the young man with the earring. His family ran a logistics company and was well-off.

Compared with their family backgrounds, Cheng Sheng's was undoubtedly much more ordinary.

"But even among those who have completed Body Tempering, the abilities they ultimately gain may be completely different... That's the difference between having a style's inheritance and not having one."

As she spoke, Sulai slowly extended her right hand.

Mo Jiang, with Tong Huan standing between him and Cheng Sheng, had an intense gleam in his eyes as he stared fixedly at the movements of Sulai's hand.