The Martial Saint of Humanity, I Have Transformed Low-Level Martial Arts Into Immortal Martial Arts - Chapter 18

Chapter 18: Slicing Through Like Cutting Melon! The Power of Inner Energy!

“Swish! Swish! Swish!”

The sound of slicing through the air erupted as the remaining three members of the Black Snake Gang pounced, their long knives and short swords slashing towards Su Hao from all directions.

These Black Snake Gang martial artists were He Zhiyong’s trusted subordinates and elites, trained in martial arts, not just common thugs. Equipped with deadly weapons, it wouldn’t be surprising if a Refining Strength martial artist could be killed on the spot under their joint assault!

The blades came at Su Hao swiftly and ruthlessly from both sides.

“Swish!”

However, as the blades swept past Su Hao’s body, they simply sliced through a mere afterimage!

“Ah!”

One Black Snake Gang member cried out in shock and anger, feeling Su Hao explode with astonishing speed, dodging their attacks, and then barreling directly into him. Utilizing the momentum, Su Hao delivered a fierce elbow strike directly to his left chest.

“Crack!”

With a crisp sound of breaking, this brutal elbow shattered the man’s ribs, ruptured his heart, and he let out a gasp of blood, collapsing weakly to the ground.

“Swish! Swish!”

The other two Black Snake Gang members were dripping with cold sweat, wildly swinging their knives to chop at Su Hao. Yet, as Su Hao moved effortlessly, he was as quick as a nimble cicada, making it impossible for them to even touch the hem of his clothes.

Mastering the Eight Steps to Catch the Cicada and undergoing second-stage body tempering, Su Hao’s physique and agility were far superior to before, allowing him to toy with them with ease.

“Get away!”

A loud shout came from He Zhiyong, realizing that Su Hao was definitely a martial artist at the level of Refining Strength. Only by taking matters into his own hands could he hope to kill this man!

Whoosh!

With a piercing sound, He Zhiyong quickly closed the distance in just a few steps, his gait steady and agile as he approached Su Hao in the blink of an eye, throwing a punch aimed directly at Su Hao’s face.

“Um?”

Su Hao was slightly surprised. Although He Zhiyong’s punch appeared slow, it was incredibly fast and contained enough strength to shatter bones and rocks.

Despite his surprise, Su Hao’s movements were not slow. He unleashed the Heavy Mountain Fist, his right arm heavy yet agile, blocking and intercepting the attack!

“Bang!”

The fist and arm collided, the two forces clashing and producing a sound like a firecracker exploding.

“Kill!”

When his initial attack failed to succeed, He Zhiyong let out a low growl, launching a fiercer attack that showcased his martial arts, which he had diligently practiced for over thirty years, to the fullest.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

He Zhiyong’s fists struck continuously, appearing slow yet fast, seeming deceptive yet solid. As his arms moved, they dragged along hazy illusions, creating an effect that made it hard for the eye to catch the trajectory of his punches. A moment of distraction would lead to imminent death!

“Every time I see the Lost Track Fist of Hall Master He, it leaves me dazed…”

Seeing He Zhiyong’s dazzling and disorienting punches, the remaining two Black Snake Gang martial artists couldn’t help but marvel at the profundity of He Zhiyong’s technique.

The Lost Track Fist that He Zhiyong practiced emphasizes a combination of speed and slow, the transformation of reality and illusion. When executed, it becomes nearly impossible for one to grasp its routines. A single misstep would result in defeat!

Having trained in this set of techniques for over thirty years, He Zhiyong had already achieved great accomplishment, refining his strength, which made him the hall master of the Black Snake Gang and one of its few masters. Now, facing Su Hao, he unleashed his full power, leaving others dazzled and entranced!

The two remaining Black Snake Gang martial artists were watching eagerly, waiting for Su Hao to show a hint of weakness so they could launch their attack and kill this intruder together with He Zhiyong!

“This He Zhiyong’s martial arts are truly interesting. While my Heavy Mountain Fist holds up well in defense, defeating him is definitely not something that can be done quickly!”

As Su Hao deployed the Heavy Mountain Fist, his fists resembled overlapping peaks, successfully blocking all of He Zhiyong’s fierce assaults. He silently thought to himself.

He Zhiyong’s strength was considerable, surpassing the strength of the Refining Strength martial artist he encountered in the Black Market, the masked Tiger Head. Su Hao was keen to engage him further for practical experience, but he was there to kill tonight and couldn’t afford to make too much noise; he needed a swift resolution!

He Zhiyong launched his all-out attack, his long-honed strength unleashed to its limit. With his fists flying, the illusions swirled, each punch capable of splitting rocks and smashing bones, he aimed to eliminate Su Hao in one go.

Vajra Fist. Vajra Crashing the Mountain!

However, suddenly, Su Hao’s punching stance changed. Initially employing a defensive approach, he abruptly unleashed a fierce aura; his entire body surged with energy and blood, resonating like a small river flowing. He resembled an enraged Vajra, moving forward with tight muscles, his strength force radiating through his pores, firmly resisting He Zhiyong’s continuous punches as he charged ahead.

No more fancy tactics; he would crush them with raw power!

“Boom!”

He Zhiyong felt as if a small mountain was crashing toward him, causing him to stagger back violently. Even though his punch, infused with strength force, hit Su Hao solidly, it instead rattled his body, leaving him numb.

“This is… second-stage Refining Strength?”

He Zhiyong’s pupils slightly constricted as he instantly realized that the figure before him, clad in black, was not a martial artist of the same realm, but rather one who had achieved second-stage Refining Strength!

The first barrier of martial arts encompasses Refining Strength, Forging Bones, Transforming Tendon, and Cleansing Marrow.

Refining Strength serves as the threshold into the martial world, and is critical, much like the foundation of a towering structure; the height one can reach depends on whether the foundation can support it.

Both Forging Bones and Transforming Tendon, as well as Cleansing Marrow, require refining one’s body using their own strength force, gradually transcending human limitations.

Thus, the higher the number of times one achieves Refining Strength, the smoother their future training will be. Theoretically, a first-stage Refining Strength coupled with Forging Bones’ secret medicine can break into the Forging Bones realm, but the probability of success is quite low.

Most martial artists, when they first enter Refining Strength, only manage to achieve it once. To elevate any Refining Strength martial art to second-stage or even third-stage Refining Strength is an increasing challenge!

The figure before him was a second-stage Refining Strength martial artist, someone He Zhiyong knew he couldn’t handle!

Frantically, He Zhiyong tried to withdraw, but Su Hao’s hand had already locked onto his right wrist. With a sudden surge of strength, his five fingers tightened, exerting immense pressure that made He Zhiyong’s wrist bones crack, as if they would snap.

His right fist formed tightly, the surface covered in Inner Energy, a transformation brought upon by second-stage Refining Strength, gleaming with a faint metallic golden sheen as he unleashed a powerful Vajra Fist, the air tearing apart with a resounding explosion!

“Ahh!”

He Zhiyong’s hair stood on end as he sensed the threat of death. He could only summon all his potential and let out a beast-like roar from his throat. He concentrated his strength force, swinging his fist to counterattack, hoping to withstand Su Hao’s heavy blow.

“Creak! Creak! Creak!”

At the moment their fists collided, He Zhiyong heard a series of cracking sounds. His power crumbled before Su Hao’s blow infused with Inner Energy, collapsing as easily as withered straw. One of his arms was nearly ripped apart by Su Hao’s Inner Energy, bones fracturing, and shattered fragments protruding grotesquely from his flesh.

One hand was rendered useless, while the other was crushed in Su Hao’s grip. He could not break free at all.

He Zhiyong felt a cold sweat trickling down his forehead from the pain. Earlier, it seemed he had suppressed Su Hao, but in reality, Su Hao had only been warming up and hadn’t exerted himself at all!

His face twisted in agony, a mix of fear and anger, he exclaimed, “Who… who the hell are you? What grievance do I have with you?”

In the entire Crouching Tiger Town, the second-stage Refining Strength martial artist was likely only someone from their Black Snake Gang, along with a few others who could contend with him. He Zhiyong had no idea when he had offended such a master, who seemed intent on killing him.

As he edged a little closer, Su Hao whispered, “Master He, didn’t you say that the sword I forged had problems, that it could barely even cut vegetables?”

Upon hearing these words, He Zhiyong’s eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at Su Hao, who was wearing a hooded outfit!