The Six Great Forms, Killing Intent Strikes!

In the days that followed, Cheng Sheng settled into a routine that took him between home, the gym, and the underground fighting arena.

Every morning, he arrived at the gym bright and early and stayed until the afternoon.

During that time, he undertook a series of Nurturing Sha training exercises arranged by Songpa.

Besides his daily regimen of medicine, massage, and blood baths, he also practiced the Black Killing Style's subsequent secret techniques and its core fighting techniques.

The Black Killing Style's core fighting techniques were divided into the Six Great Forms: the Hand Form, Fist Form, Elbow Form, Leg Form, Defense Form, and Grappling Form.

Each form was composed of numerous lesser forms, which combined with one another in intricate ways and grew progressively harder to master. Songpa required him to master them all first, then learn how to use them in actual combat.

Compared to a training maniac like Mo Jiang, Cheng Sheng's foundation in basic fighting techniques was not particularly solid. He relied entirely on his "talent" to overpower others.

Practicing the Six Great Forms quickly made up for that weakness in his skills.

Simply put, he was getting better and better at "fighting."

Bang!

The lounge door was shoved open from outside, and a lean, upright figure slowly walked in.

The newcomer was about 1.8 meters tall, his hair soaking wet, with sweat and heat still clinging to him from the fight he had just finished.

His brows and eyes were slender, his features somewhat delicate. He was very young, but there was a ferocity in his eyes that seemed at odds with his age and appearance.

In the lounge, two burly fighters who had been sitting in chairs, chatting and picking at their feet, saw him enter. Their expressions changed instantly. Without a word, they got up and hurried out.

Good. Every one of them has either sweaty feet or stinking armpits. The air in the lounge will be fresher once they're gone...

Cheng Sheng walked calmly over to his locker and slowly began undoing the wraps on his hands.

For the past few days, he had come to Mamba Fighting to fight almost every night.

Each time, his opponent was roughly as strong as "Blue Dragon" Weiji. Lunba arranged a different style of school uniform from a different school for him every time, and strongly insisted that, toward the end of each fight, he should tear the uniform apart in front of the entire audience...

After several fights, the title of "School Uniform Fierce Tiger," which he had made up on the spot, had grown increasingly well known at Mamba. Many people had begun to fear him, and Cheng Sheng had even gained a small group of fans of his own.

At this rate, I wonder if someone I know will see me one day...

After taking off his gear, Cheng Sheng picked up the towel and soap in his locker and headed for the bathroom.

It did not matter if someone he knew saw him. He now received the treatment of an intermediate fighter at Mamba, and Lunba paid him thirty to fifty thousand a fight. He had even accepted tearing his clothes off in the ring, so why should he be afraid of being recognized?

During this period, Cheng Sheng had fought six matches at Mamba and won five.

His opponent in the match he lost... was a Body Sha fighter!

In theory, a fighting arena like Mamba, which catered more to entertainment, could never have a master of that caliber. Unfortunately, Songpa did not play by the rules.

Without notifying Cheng Sheng beforehand, he put on a mask and stepped into the ring. He beat Cheng Sheng so badly he was "crawling around looking for his teeth." It was also the match in which Cheng Sheng's "popularity" had taken its biggest hit...

After that, Cheng Sheng finally had some idea of what Body Sha was.

Once Nurturing Sha reached completion, Sha Intent transformed into tangible Sha Light.

It was a thin layer that appeared over the knuckles like a gray film, impossible to notice without looking closely.

Yet its power was astounding. With just one finger, Songpa had easily broken through Cheng Sheng's Spiny Skin, nearly poking a hole in his body.

According to Songpa, Body Sha's Sha Light is essentially a form of Qi. Body Sha fighters are masters who know how to use Qi...

An early-stage Body Sha fighter's Sha Light is gray and only a thin layer. As their cultivation deepens, the Sha Light grows darker and thicker. Once it gets thick enough, it can even stop bullets from a small-caliber handgun...

The Sha Light cultivated through the traditions of different schools varies in color. The Black Killing Style's Sha Light ultimately turns black...

Half an hour later, Cheng Sheng emerged from the fighting arena, freshly showered and dressed.

His opponent in the ring today had been average in strength but highly skilled at rear naked chokes. Combined with an "armpit stench attack," he had been quite troublesome.

After fighting him, Cheng Sheng had gained considerable insight into the Grappling Form of the Black Killing Style's Six Great Forms. He could not resist practicing a few moves in the shower, which was why he had taken so long.

It was past eight in the evening in Qingsha. The sky had long since turned pitch-black, and the air was stifling, as though a downpour was about to break.

At this hour, the minibuses and city buses had all stopped running, and there were no tuk-tuks to be seen on the street. Cheng Sheng thought it over and decided to walk home.

I need to hurry up and perform the fourth sacrifice, then get through Nurturing Sha as soon as possible...

Walking alone along the edge of the deserted road, Cheng Sheng raised his arm to his nose and sniffed hard. His slender brows quickly knitted together.

Otherwise, this bloody stench is going to pickle me through and through!

Cheng Sheng disliked other people's sweaty feet and stinking armpits, but how could they not dislike the "blood stench" all over him?

Heaven knew which Black Killing Style disciple had come up with the idea of using "blood baths" to cultivate killing intent. Cheng Sheng soaked himself in a barrel of dead blood every day and felt like he was turning into a tampon...

Now I know why Sulai still hasn't entered the Body Sha Realm, even though she's the gym master's daughter and has decent fighting talent...

Girls were naturally fond of cleanliness, so Sulai surely could not stand the "blood baths." She was also gentle by nature... The hurdle of killing intent was too difficult for her.

Crack!

A thunderclap burst across the pitch-black sky!

Cheng Sheng looked up at the dark clouds, which blended into the night with lightning flickering behind them, and unconsciously quickened his pace.

The road on the outskirts of the city was full of potholes, and only some of the streetlights along it were lit.

Cheng Sheng walked quickly for a stretch, but realized that at this pace, he probably would not make it home before the downpour. He gave up on hurrying and slowed down again.

He silently calculated how much he had earned from fighting lately. He already had over two hundred thousand, leaving him just two or three fights short of three hundred thousand.

He had even asked Sulai for the address of the Black Killing Style's elephant grounds. All that remained was to find a free moment and pay a visit to Senior Brother Nalong, who managed the grounds...

Tap, tap, tap...

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps came from ahead.

Cheng Sheng raised his head and vaguely made out two people walking toward him.

A stretch of streetlights between him and the pair was completely dark, so he could not make out their faces.

Cheng Sheng paid them no mind and continued forward.

He and the two approaching figures gradually drew closer. Suddenly, Cheng Sheng sensed that something was wrong-

The two were moving faster and faster, walking straight toward him side by side, with no intention of getting out of his way. It was as though they were coming specifically for him...

Cheng Sheng heard their strained breathing.

He suddenly sprang back several steps, retreating beneath a nearby streetlight.

The two opposite him sped up as well. In barely a second, they stepped one after the other into the dim yellow light of the streetlamp.

The man on the left was dark-skinned, burly, and tall, like a wall. The one on the right was dark-skinned, scrawny, and short, with a gleaming copper ring through one nostril...

"It's you?!"

The face of the dark, scrawny man with the nose ring flashed through Cheng Sheng's mind, and he recalled what had happened at the entrance to the fighting arena.

"Ayi ba... lu..."

Seeing that Cheng Sheng had recognized him, the man with the nose ring uttered a string of words in some unknown local dialect. He then gave Cheng Sheng a vicious grin, lowered his body, and lunged at him in unison with the burly man on the left-

Crack!

A bolt of lightning split the night sky, and the long-brewing downpour came pouring down.

A flash of brilliant white lit up Cheng Sheng's eyes. In his suddenly contracted pupils, two figures, one large and one small, rapidly approached and grew larger, each moving in a strange posture.

The burly man on the left wore solid steel knuckle-dusters on both hands, while the man with the nose ring thrust one hand forward. In it, he gripped a strange bladed weapon gleaming with cold light, like the stinger on a venomous bee's tail...

"Ruan Clan fighters!"

Cheng Sheng rapidly backed away, staring at the man with the nose ring as he blurted out, "Did Zhou Wenye send you?!"

Crack!

Another roll of thunder drowned out Cheng Sheng's voice...