"You say it was sheer coincidence that you appeared in this vicinity, so what exactly are you doing here?"
Jiang Dali, with his arms crossed and a smile in his eyes, coldly stared at Gu Huanqing as he interrogated him.
"I... I..."
Stuttering, Gu Huanqing felt as though Jiang Dali’s gaze was like a knife, piercing directly at him, seemingly trying to see right through his thoughts. Intimidated as he was, how could he possibly tell a lie?
"Hmph!"
Jiang Dali snorted coldly, "Sparring you would be no big deal for , but let ask you a few questions. If your answers satisfy , I will spare your life, but if I’m dissatisfied, then prepare to receive a palm from , all right?"
Hearing this, Gu Huanqing was overjoyed and hurriedly agreed, feeling completely at ease, convinced that Jiang Dali was giving him a chance to survive.
Answering questions was sothing he could do thoroughly; what did it matter if he couldn’t answer? He would only have to face receiving a palm.
He believed that he could withstand a punch even from his own Gang Leader’s Iron Fist.
A palm from the Black Wind Village Chief would at most leave him with severe injuries, but would likely stop short of killing him.
"Don’t celebrate too soon."
Jiang Dali could tell what was on Gu Huanqing’s mind by his expression and said with sarcasm, "Now, tell , in the battle where your Power Gang besieged that mysterious expert, did you participate? And is that expert dead?"
Gu Huanqing had anticipated that Jiang Dali would probably ask about this and answered respectfully, "I dare not lie to you, Village Chief. I did take part in that battle, but in the end, it was our Gang Leader who fought the mysterious expert.
They both entered the house, and we couldn’t see, but afterwards, people who went in to clean up reported seeing a body. So, we assud the expert was dead."
"Oh? So you’re saying you didn’t actually see the body yourself?"
"No... I did not. The retrieval of the body was taken care of by the Gang Leader’s confidants, under the supervision of Manager Liu. It was not a matter I was involved with."
As he spoke, Gu Huanqing’s heart began to sink, as it seed even the first question had left the Black Wind Village Chief dissatisfied.
Jiang Dali nodded and continued, "Another question, do you think you could withstand a punch from your Gang Leader?"
Startled, Gu Huanqing recalled scenes where Li Chenzhou had shown dominance, his punches breaking bones and sending enemies flying, and bravely claid, albeit hesitantly,
"With proper preparation, I should barely be able to withstand a punch from our Gang Leader."
"Good!"
Jiang Dali replied with a faint smile and suddenly extended a palm.
Gu Huanqing flinched and quickly took a step back, eyeing Jiang Dali’s wide and sturdy palm with terror.
Such a large and solid palm could knock down quite a few, he figured.
"I will strike you with a palm. This will be rely a regular palm at my normal state. After I hit you, run back to your Gang Leader and tell him that I’ve struck you!"
Jiang Dali said with a smile.
Gu Huanqing exhaled in relief and quickly returned a grin, "Okay, okay. If my answers do not satisfy you, Chief, then it’s right to punish with a palm. I will definitely report this lesson you’ve taught to our Gang Leader upon my return."
From Jiang Dali’s words, it seed clear he wasn’t going to kill him; otherwise, how could he go back and report to the Gang Leader?
As long as he wasn’t dead, all was negotiable. He would surely exaggerate the story upon his return to provoke the Gang Leader to avenge him.
"You claim to be the Flying Leg Demon, so go ahead and kick first. And don’t assu that receiving a palm from will be easy."
Jiang Dali stated flatly, his palm raised.
"Alright!"
Gu Huanqing took a deep breath and, not daring to be negligent, rapidly circulated his inner Qi throughout his body, making his otherwise slim figure seem to swell instantaneously.
On the spot, like a robust cheetah, he bounced twice, the slight cracking of bones ringing from his legs to his hips. In the next mont, he boldly lashed out with a kick.
Buzz, buzz, buzz! ——
Gu Huanqing’s entire figure seed to transform into a black tornado, rushing towards Jiang Dali with incredible speed. His right foot kicked out swiftly, and after one strike, another leg whip followed relentlessly, without pause, as if endlessly flowing!
"Nice leg technique!"
Qiao Feng, who was watching from the side, praised inwardly, but he didn’t believe such a technique could threaten soone as proficient in the Martial Arts as his benefactor Jiang Dali.
"Receive the palm!"
Jiang Dali remained calm, his hand imbued with the True Qi of the Great Strength Divine Skill glowing like a screen, firmly blocking the flurry of kicks.
Then he pushed forward, and boom!
It was as if a burst of Qi had been shoved outward, exploding and spiraling away.
Gu Huanqing let out a yell, feeling an overwhelming force surge over him, his legs as if kicking against a thick, fierce wall of Qi.
Shocked to his core and sweating profusely, he attempted to quickly dodge away, but before he could fully retract his leg, a hand that seed to grow bigger struck, landing on his body.
Bang!!
Gu Huanqing’s body jerked as though struck by lightning. With a scream, he spun through the air, blood spattering from his mouth like rain with each turn, before he thudded to the ground.
"Wow! The Flying Leg Demon really did fly! Look, look!"
"He’s even doing sorsaults in mid-air! The crow takes flight!"
"With just one palm from the Chief, he’s spinning with the power of love! Are you dizzy yet?"
The Players exclaid in surprise, their words simple yet dripping with mockery, infuriating Gu Huanqing to the point of nearly passing out.
Jiang Dali withdrew his palm with unhurried ease, smiling lightly as he looked at Gu Huanqing, "Off you go, tell your Gang Leader I struck you with a palm as a gesture of return for the grand gift he sent in the form of Murong Fu. You have at most seven days."
"Wow!"
Gu Huanqing spat out blood, feeling as if his body were about to fall apart.
Jiang Dali’s palm seed to hit only his chest, but it felt like a hamr smashing his entire body to pieces. Two distinct Qi Forces entered his body, rendering him weak, and in utter discomfort.
Still, he had survived.
Gu Huanqing rose from the ground in shock, unable to speak, bowed to Jiang Dali, and hastily got up, using his movent technique to retreat quickly.
"Just let him go like that?"
"The village chief is really too benevolent. This guy, coming here to Moon Villa, probably ca to track and watch the village chief. He should have been killed to settle the matter."
The Players from Black Wind Village whispered among themselves when they saw this, but none dared to step forward and challenge the decision.
Qiao Feng rely sighed deeply, "With that man’s movent technique, running back to Power Gang from here, I fear he would just et Li Chenzhou and then die."
Although he couldn’t see what deception or truth was hidden within Jiang Dali’s palm strike, by just observing Gu Huanqing’s state after taking that palm, he knew that Gu Huanqing’s life would not last much longer.
Yet, Gu Huanqing himself didn’t know, which was enough to show Qiao Feng’s extraordinary eye power.
The Players were startled upon hearing this, looking confused, not understanding why Qiao Feng would say such a thing.
However, Jiang Dali laughed heartily, looking at Qiao Feng and saying, "You’re right, and that is exactly the outco I desired. Not long ago, I took in two underlings, one of whom is a disciple of the Tian Nan Dominator, the Sky Wolf Venerable, skilled in the Heart-breaking Blood-breaking Palm.
After learning of this skill, I integrated it into my palm technique. Utilizing Yin Yang Qi, one can strike with this palm, causing pain for seven days and nights before death, beyond the help of gods!"
Qiao Feng was deeply moved, "Heart-breaking Blood-breaking Palm, this palm technique is truly malicious. I have also heard of the fierceness of the Sky Wolf Venerable."
The Players finally understood and at the sa ti, their gazes towards Jiang Dali grew even more fervent.
"The Martial Arts that the village chief knows are truly many. If we could learn just one or two moves, it would benefit us endlessly."
"Tch, let’s first focus on perfecting the unique Martial Arts of our Mountain Village. It feels like we don’t have enough Cultivation Points and Potential Points as it is."
"This ti following the village chief for the daily mission didn’t feel sufficient to improve our Martial Arts. Let’s form a group tonight and raid the nearby mountain paths for escort missions, robbing them would be quite lucrative."
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"Puh—"
The more Gu Huanqing ran, the more unbearable the pain beca, vomiting another mouthful of fresh blood, his complexion deathly pale. He could feel two streams of True Qi wandering chaotically inside him, almost tearing him apart from the inside out.
This sensation was especially intense when he stopped running, making him wish he could dig his fingers into his body and tear himself in half.
Only while running did this pain slightly subside.
Gu Huanqing’s originally relaxed mood had completely dissipated, replaced by fear and horror.
"Black Wind Village Chief, ah, you violate the morals of Martial Arts! You ambushed !"
In anguish and fear, Gu Huanqing shouted, his steps never daring to pause, rushing towards Jiangzhou like the wind.
Under normal circumstances, he was confident he could return to his Gang in five days.
After all, his nickna as the Flying Leg Demon wasn’t for nothing—all his Martial Arts skills were in his legs.
But currently, with his internal state in such a ss, Gu Huanqing didn’t even know if he could last seven days to make it back to his Gang and et Li Chenzhou.
He realized the aning behind Jiang Dali’s words now: at most, he had seven days, clearly warning him that if he didn’t et Li Chenzhou within seven days, death was inevitable.
Originally, after Li Chenzhou killed Murong Fu, he put Murong Fu’s corpse into a coffin and sent it to Wuliang Mountain Village as a provocative warning.
Now, Jiang Dali was using him to send a dose of humility to Li Chenzhou.
Seven days later would be the season of Laba, would he make it back to his Gang before Laba?
What would the weather be like that day? Would the fallen leaves at his Gang still be swept by Old Liu? The Zuilan Fragrant Spring Girl who liked to tease him about his slly feet, would she still prepare a basin of hot water for him to soak his feet?
Suddenly, Gu Huanqing felt very tired... very weary.
Jianghu, the Martial World, he had blazed through his whole life, run with his legs his whole life, managing to run himself into fa and status. Even if he sweated through his feet and slled, there was still the girl who would frown while warming water for his feet, holding him in her embrace to massage him.
But now, he suddenly felt like an old horse that had run itself weary and wished to stop for rest.
Unfortunately, stopping was no longer an option.
To stop was to die.
In the Martial World, one truly is not master of their own fate.
...
The cold day draws to a close with light snow, across the vast sky flies a lone bird.
Amid the long cries of the eagle.
Jiang Dali left the group of Players behind, taking Qiao Feng with him as they mounted the Demon Hawk, the two soaring away on high, drinking and flying toward Hezhou.
This trip with Qiao Feng was to join forces with Dongfang Bubai for a venture to the Ming Country Palace.
This had been Jiang Dali’s plan for quite so ti.
In the Mixed Martial Arts World, any kingdom’s palace, even the weaker Ming Country’s, was filled with experts – not a place to underestimate.
After all, Ming Country has produced the likes of Huang Shang and Yue Fei.
Even Dugu Qiubai, Li Chenzhou, Yan Kuangtu, Guo Jing, Zhong Shentong, Zhou Botong, Yang Guo, and nurous other fad Martial World guests were all from Ming Country.
But Ming Country was in no way weaker. Jiang Dali felt it was not secure enough for him and Dongfang Bubai to storm the Imperial Palace together. They needed to bring Qiao Feng along for the trio to form a solid iron triangle combination, capable of confidently storming through the Imperial Palace.
Before coming, Qiao Feng already knew the risks involved, so he had made arrangents for Azhu in advance and ca alone to join the eting.
High above, Jiang Dali, smiling, clinked cups with Qiao Feng and shared his plan.
"... This ti, you and Dongfang just wait for my good news. I will enter alone first to scout things out and then coordinate with you both from inside and outside to gain entry."
Qiao Feng nodded, his drinking motion uninterrupted, but his expression held a hint of worry, "Since you already have a plan, I will of course follow your directives. But isn’t it too risky for you to venture alone?"
"The most efficient way to infiltrate the palace is this thod. Any other approach is too risky of exposure. Rest assured, I have my plans," Jiang Dali shook his head and said with a smile.
However much he spoke, the reason he was willing to risk his life was for another purpose, and that was to seek out the Invincible Naughty Boy, Gu Santong, in the Heavenly Prison...
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