Becoming a Saint Starts with Copying Martial Arts

Chapter 15 Killing Rong Futong

After succeeding, Lin Qing quickly searched the man's body and found a short knife and a few copper coins.

Such low-status hoodlums are indeed extremely poor.

Lin Qing slowly retreated into the darkness, holding a pebble in his hand, patiently waiting for the second person to emerge.

The skinny monkey remained motionless outside the courtyard for a long time, and he didn't believe that no one had come out to check.

Sure enough, after a short while, someone in the room noticed what was happening.

"Brother Rong, why hasn't that kid Deng San come back yet? He just took a piss, did he fall into the latrine?" a dark-faced fat man said.

This reminder brought Rong Futong back to his senses: "Let's go take a look."

"Alright." The fat man got up and opened the door. A dark shadow flew towards him. Before he could even see it clearly, a sharp pain shot through his right eye.

"ah!"

The fat man let out a scream and fell backward onto the ground, his right eye bleeding profusely; he was already blind.

Rong Futong was shocked. With a clang, he drew his sword and shouted fiercely, "Who's there? Show yourself!"

Another thug next to him also stood up from the stool, his face showing a fierce look.

The two rushed out of the door one after the other, and with a whoosh, several more dark figures shot out from the darkness.

Rong Futong reacted extremely quickly, rolling away to dodge the attack. However, the thug next to him was not so skilled. He suddenly let out a scream as his eyes were blown out, and he fell to the ground, howling in pain.

Snapped!

Suddenly, Rong Futong's arm went numb, and the knife in his hand fell to the ground.

Only then did he notice that the dark figures were actually pebbles, and he was immediately shocked. What a brilliant technique of concealed weapons!

"Good sir, please spare me. I work for the Soul Suppression Division. If I offend someone, it's because I have no choice. If you want money, there's some in the room. I'll go get it for you right away. Don't worry, I'll keep what happened today a secret."

Rong Futong immediately backed down. If someone's hidden weapon skills are so good, they must be a martial artist. How could he possibly defeat them?

First, save your life, then seek revenge on Han Tai and Jiang Baihe.

However, before he could finish speaking, a figure rushed out of the darkness and kicked him.

Rong Futong was unable to dodge in time and was struck squarely in the chest, immediately being kicked away and falling to the ground.

Without any mercy, Lin Qing darted forward and smashed a bag of lime powder over Rong Futong's head.

Rong Futong's vision went black, and he cried out, "Hero, spare my life! Don't kill me!"

Lin Qing raised his leg and stomped heavily on the man's right arm. With a cracking sound, the man's right arm twisted and deformed.

"what!"

Rong Futong's screams grew louder, and Lin Qing didn't stop, kicking him again and crippling his left arm.

The intense pain caused Rong Futong to faint on the spot.

Lin Qing didn't kill him. Killing a scumbag like Rong Futong would be too lenient; crippling him would be the best punishment.

He kicked Rong Futong, who was like a dead dog, aside, and slipped into the house. Qingpi, whose right eye had been blinded and whose face was covered in blood, was lying on the ground, groaning in pain.

Lin Qing covered his face with a black cloth, not worried about being recognized. He reached out and grabbed his collar, lifting his upper body up.

"Tell me, where's the money?"

"Under the bed!"

Lin Qing raised his hand and slashed with his knife, the blade piercing the man's throat and sending him on his way. He then turned and went to the window, leaned down and glanced around, and sure enough, he saw a small pear wood box.

He reached out, grabbed it, and hugged it to his chest before leaving the hospital and scaling the wall.

Before long, he made several turns and came to a secluded alley nearby, next to a stinking ditch.

Lin Qing carefully put away the black cloth, quickly changed into a clean and refreshing set of clothes, and then began to reflect on his actions.

"Rong Futong is finished, and the authorities will definitely investigate. However, finding the culprit in this world is not an easy task."

Lin Qing reviewed the entire process in his mind and felt that he hadn't revealed any flaws, but he had acted too hastily, was unprepared, and lacked practical experience. Perhaps he could have ended the battle more decisively.

After reflecting for a while, Lin Qing stopped thinking about it and opened the wooden box to rummage through it. Inside were two hundred-tael silver notes, plus more than thirty taels of loose silver.

This is a huge sum of money, all of which Rong Futong plundered from the people.

Lin Qing carefully put away the banknotes and silver, then threw the wooden box into the stinking ditch, got up, and quickly left.

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Glug glug!

The small courtyard of the Craftsman's Office.

Lin Qing was brewing a medicinal soup. The reddish-brown liquid in the copper pot was boiling, and wisps of steam rose up, filling the air with a fragrant aroma that was intoxicating.

This is a medicinal soup prepared for Shen Lian to treat her shingles.

After the soup was finished, Lin Qing took another copper pot, added more than a dozen kinds of medicinal herbs, and started to simmer the soup again.

This time, however, he was brewing a nourishing and qi-tonifying soup, which he prepared himself according to the Chen family's traditional medical techniques. One bowl a day can strengthen the blood and qi and nourish the body.

Before long, the nourishing soup was ready. Lin Qing waited for it to cool down before picking it up and drinking it all in one gulp, feeling completely refreshed.

Then he carried another bowl of medicinal soup to Shen Lian's room, where she was lying lazily on the bed, her eyes scanning up and down.

"Lin Qing, the assessment is in seven days. How's it going? Have you made it a little successful?"

"It's still a bit short, but rest assured, Lord Shen, I'm confident I'll reach the minor mastery level within three days," Lin Qing said slowly.

"That's right, I didn't misjudge you. By the way, that old woman Yin Muhua has reappeared. Be careful when you go out, and don't walk at night." Shen Lian changed the subject and reminded her with a smile.

"It's happened again?" Lin Qing frowned.

More than a month has passed since he crippled Rong Futong, and the officials have not noticed. He did not dare to use the two silver notes, but he used the thirty-odd taels of silver to buy medicine and a bowl of health-preserving soup every day, which made him stronger and stronger.

His martial arts skills have also improved significantly. On the panel, the proficiency of the Eight Strikes of the Serpent has reached 59%, just one step away from achieving minor mastery.

He had also made great progress in the first move of the Tathagata Fist, which made him feel at ease. He never expected that the witch Yin Muhua would pop up again.

"Just be careful. That old woman wouldn't bother you for no reason," Shen Lian said with a smile.

"Understood, I'm leaving now." Lin Qing turned and went out.

That night.

He practiced the Eight Strikes of the Serpent under the moonlight, and his movements became increasingly fluid, with each punch and kick becoming more powerful and forceful.

Eight moves, over and over again, Lin Qing was like a robot, tireless.

On the panel, the proficiency level is slowly increasing.

At one point, the progress jumped to 60%.

Lin Qing's body trembled, and a look of joy flashed in his eyes.

"Finally, it's a small success!"

At this moment, he could clearly feel that his body was undergoing a new transformation, and that blood energy was growing stronger.

If mastery is a stream, then it has now become a creek, and as a result, all parts of the body are undergoing a dramatic transformation, with muscles, skin, and bones becoming stronger.

Before long, the transformation was complete.

Lin Qing opened his eyes, stretched his limbs slightly, and a series of crackling sounds came from within.

"Now, I can feel the weight of two thousand jin with one arm. An ordinary person can't even withstand a single punch from me."

Lin Qing sighed, then with a thought, he replaced the Lesser Completion Realm Spirit Serpent Eight Strikes in his equipment slot. A tremendous force suddenly arose within him, and his physique also increased dramatically.

"happy!"

Lin Qing was shouting in his heart. He already had the physique of the late stage of Ming Jin, and with the addition of power from the Rebirth Record, the strength of his single arm doubled to four thousand jin.