Martial Saint!
Chapter 317 - 0216 Tyrant’s Qi (4k seeking double monthly tickets at month’s end)_2

Chapter 317: 0216 Tyrant’s Qi (4k seeking double monthly tickets at month’s end)_2

"I want to discuss a collaboration with you."

"You are in decline, what qualifies you to talk about collaborating with me?"

"Times have changed, I have now pledged myself to Grandmaster Tang."

Upon hearing Grandmaster Tang, Jiang Zixu’s expression subtly shifted. This man was now also a tyrant of the Su City underworld, on the same level as Protector Xu of the Blue Lotus Sect.

Jiang Zixu waved his hand and the door opened automatically.

A gaunt old man walked in.

His hands still bore traces of blood, which he seemed to regard as nothing.

Jiang Zixu furrowed his brows:

"Have you killed someone?"

The gaunt old man grinned and said:

"I was merely enjoying my ’blood meal,’ it seems. He was a startup CEO, founder of the Mortal Bone APP, a man without talent. At his age, he was still only at the Fifth Rank of Cultivation. Instead of wasting his years, he might as well empower my Martial Arts."

"You’ve also started practicing demonic techniques?"

"Better to risk it all than to die of old age."

"Speak, what kind of collaboration?"

"The Su City Dragon Martial prodigy, Wang Hong Dao, has only just stepped into the Martial Artist realm. I have already figured out some of his movements. Although he is a genius, if you and I join forces and ambush him, there’s a good chance of hunting him down."

"Why seek me out? Why not your own people from Carefree Travel?"

"Working with the organization means sharing the merit. If we collaborate across organizations, we can each take half of Wang Hong Dao’s body for our missions, and both win... Besides, we are old friends. I trust you more than them."

"I’ll think about it."

"Geniuses grow quickly, so you’d better reply soon. I originally intended to make a move on Lu Chenzhou, but he displayed remarkable combat power as soon as he entered the Martial Artist realm. Therefore, I turned to plan B with Wang Hong Dao, seizing the transition period before he masters True Skill Boxing. Once the geniuses master True Skill Boxing, our hope will become slim."

"I understand."

Xia Xiaodao turned to leave, and suddenly, he noticed two figures in the distance stealthily approaching the villa like nocturnal owls. His brow slightly furrowed as he thought:

"Could Jiang Zixu have been discovered by the police?"

Xia Xiaodao’s expression changed when one of the figures suddenly veered towards him. The figure, wearing a tiger mask, closed in rapidly with incredible speed, its youthful and vigorous Qi-Blood starkly different from that of someone of his old age.

"An undeserved disaster!"

Under the cover of night, two silhouettes chased one another on rooftops; suddenly, the one behind unleashed an invisible aura, letting out a tiger’s roar that tore through the night sky!

"Roar!"

Even the fastest Martial Artist cannot outpace the force and speed of sound waves. In a flash, a fierce tiger with bared fangs invaded Xia Xiaodao’s mind, stunning him.

Tiger Power was deployed!

Xia Xiaodao’s movements froze, and he stood there momentarily stupefied.

By the time he came to his senses, the tiger-faced figure had already caught up. A fist as large as a sandbag exploded from behind him, unleashing a tremendous force. Xia Xiaodao was slammed to the ground like a cannonball, but he managed to push off the ground and flip back onto his feet against a wall.

He frowned and asked:

"Why would you assault someone on the street?"

The tiger-faced person showed his badge, and an icy voice followed:

"Police investigation. What is your relationship with the owner of this villa?"

The masked figure was none other than Lu Chenzhou.

The two had spotted a Martial Artist leaving the home of a cultist and became suspicious. Chenzhou had Gu Lingtong lead a team to contain Jiang Zixu while he pursued this individual himself. Had he been certain this man was an accomplice, the initial Fist Blade could have seriously injured Xia Xiaodao.

Xia Xiaodao said with a smile:

"Officer, we have no relationship. I was just passing by."

Lu Chenzhou cared little for banter and calmly said:

"Please come with me. Whether there’s a relationship or not, we’ll find out after an investigation."

Xia Xiaodao’s expression changed several times before he suddenly shouted. His shoulder shook and his right hand whipped out like a long lash, accompanied by the sound of slicing air, targeting the masked person.

He was skilled in a first-class martial art from a certain small boxing lineage called the "Five Consecutive Whip Palm."

This is the Xia Family’s ancestral ultimate martial art, skilled in long-range combat, incorporating wide swings and expansive moves, focusing on order within chaos—what appears to be random flailing is, in fact, each move and style having deep purpose.

"Heh, so they’re all in this together!"

Lu Chenzhou sneered.

His figure elusive, he dodged the wild Splitting Fist; "Tiger Demon Tai Sui Technique" was very sensitive to a killing aura, and before Xia Xiaodao could act, he was already prepared.

The man before him was emanating fresh qi-blood, clearly having just killed someone, and his demeanor suggested that he was undoubtedly a Black Knight—evil never separated itself from darkness.

Faced with Lu Chenzhou, Xia Xiaodao’s infallible chaotic fists failed to connect. He transformed fists into palms, with a blood-colored white luminescence radiating from his palm center, illuminating the night sky.

"Thunderclap Sky Palm!"

Crackling and snapping, electricity formed from the void, exploding continuously with a terrifying momentum!

The lightning-fast Hanging Palm strikes were unleashed in succession. Lu Chenzhou’s figure flickered ghostlike. A tree as thick as a bowl was felled by the palm strike, and when hit, large sections of the white wall crumbled away. Despite over a dozen Hanging Palm strikes, not one hit Lu Chenzhou.

Lu Chenzhou grinned and said,

"Old man... you’re too slow."

Dodging yet another Heart-shattering Palm from Xia Xiaodao, Lu Chenzhou stepped forward, right fist gathering power, his right arm momentarily swelling, a golden Fist Blade piercing the elder’s palm wind accompanied by a sound of metal clashing with an alloy dagger.

Xia Xiaodao angrily wielded the blade,

"Don’t push me!"

Lu Chenzhou coolly replied,

"Surrender, assaulting an officer is a serious crime."

Xia Xiaodao swung his dagger frantically, each stab aimed at vital points; two completely different Innate Strengths collided continuously through the weapons in the dead of night. Lu Chenzhou didn’t want to tangle here too long; after all, the main mission tonight was to capture Jiang Zixu.

Mystic Tiger enters the body!

Lu Chenzhou’s aura surged, his form seemingly expanding once again. Muscle friction and boiling blood produced a hot wind and electric currents that burst forth along the Fist Blade. The ground around him turned into a Sahara desert of rolling heat waves, charring nearby grass and whitewashing the walls.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Fist shadows filled the sky, mixed with streaks of wind and thunder fire, striking mercilessly toward the enemy. Xia Xiaodao’s face turned purplish with extreme frustration. If he hadn’t used demonic techniques to strengthen his qi-blood, using his overaged body, he would hardly withstand twenty moves against this young man. His own strength was inadequate, and now his equipment was thoroughly outclassed.

Crack—

After a fierce clash, the alloy dagger carried by Xia Xiaodao also snapped. The claws of the Mountain Lord Fist Blade unsheathed, and invisible bursts of energy gales assaulted him. With no strategies left, Xia Xiaodao activated his Blood Transformation Technique, forcibly mobilizing the qi-blood of others he had stored within his body awaiting refinement. Blood mists sprayed from his pores.

In an instant, Xia Xiaodao’s presence soared, turning into a blood man.

"To hell with you!"

Palms filled with unwillingness and rage cleaved toward Lu Chenzhou’s throat with a blood-red light. Lu Chenzhou leaned back, his right leg kicking out sideways, slamming Xia Xiaodao into a wall.

His right foot struck the ground, his form breaking through the air currents, shooting forward like a cannonball, the Fist Blade piercing with a squelch into Xia Xiaodao’s arms, brutally carving off a large piece of flesh.

Lu Chenzhou thought to himself:

"Demonic techniques? Still too weak after a burst of power, fists fear the vigor of youth."

A heart-wrenching scream filled the air. Lu Chenzhou, seizing his advantage, didn’t relent, slamming a heavy palm onto Xia Xiaodao’s temple, sending him crashing against another wall.

Xia Xiaodao, bleeding from every orifice and transformed into a bloodied figure, fainted. Lu Chenzhou twisted his hands, first disabling his arms, then snapping his legs out of joint, before ceasing.

Cultivating demonic techniques, this man must be a Black Knight.

Probably a member of Carefree Travel; leaving a live captive for Lufang might just help unravel the identity of the mastermind behind the curtain. With Tang Zheng dealt with, my master can rest in peace as well.

Suddenly.

Lu Chenzhou looked down at the ground.

During the fight, a scroll of yellowed paper that seemed ancient fell out from the tattered lining of Xia Xiaodao’s clothing.

Lu Chenzhou picked it up, and after preparing himself, carefully unfolded it. Inside was a map of mountainous and river terrain he had never seen before, annotated with ancient Xia script.

"The Netherworld Geomancy Map"... Is this a map of a certain area in the Void Realm?

In ancient times, some referred to the Void Realm as the Netherworld.

The Netherworld, a dwelling of demons and ghosts.

"How does Xia Xiaodao have a map of the Void Realm?"

Lu Chenzhou didn’t have time to study it. He collected the map, secured Xia Xiaodao’s hands and feet with shackles, then delivered another punch to prevent him from regaining consciousness.