Lying Low in the Martial World to Become a Saint-Chapter 89 - 83: The Sky is Changing

The instant he sprang back, his left arm, which had been biding its time, finally moved!

The muscles in his arm instantly tensed like a fully drawn bow, and his tendons vibrated with the hum of a plucked string.

His five fingers clenched into a fist, the Fist Force concentrating a terrifying Penetration Power. Aided by the centrifugal force of his spinning retreat, his punch shot out like a venomous dragon from its lair, fast as lightning, blasting toward the fatal acupoint in the center of Shi Wenshan’s exposed chest.

Long Arm Fist! Ape Arm Locking the River!

This punch seemed unremarkable, yet it was imbued with all of Chen Qing’s Essence, Qi, and Spirit—the culmination of his mastery of Long Arm Fist.

Wherever the Fist Force passed, the air itself seemed to be torn asunder by its ultimate Penetration Power, emitting a faint yet chilling sound.

Its target was the very nexus of a person’s qi and blood. If it landed true and the Power penetrated, not even the gods could save him!

The shadow of death instantly enveloped Shi Wenshan.

His pupils shrank, and the hair on his body stood on end!

The speed, timing, and angle of Chen Qing’s punch were cunning, ruthless, and fierce to the extreme, striking at the precise moment Shi Wenshan’s qi and blood were in turmoil and his defenses were at their weakest!

But he was, after all, a famous figure in Gaolin County who had achieved Great Success in the Transmutation Force Realm.

Shi Wenshan ignored the searing pain in his left elbow and knee. Against all odds, he forcibly twisted his torso to meet Chen Qing’s killing blow with his left shoulder.

At the same time, his right hand shot out, fingers hooked like talons, striking for Chen Qing’s eyes as fast as lightning.

This move was clearly meant to inflict a thousand wounds at the cost of five hundred.

Chen Qing quickly pulled back his Fist Force to evade the strike, then shot both arms out in a close-quarters killing blow from Long Arm Fist: Twin Peaks Piercing the Ears.

His two long arms were like a pair of giant pythons, constricting with a mournful whine as they tore through the air. They converged on Shi Wenshan’s temples from both sides at an incredible speed!

They were so fast they left two blurry afterimages in the air!

A chill ran through Shi Wenshan’s heart. Of course he knew the power of Twin Peaks Piercing the Ears.

’If I’m hit, my head will probably burst like a watermelon!’

His qi and blood surged as he pushed his Power to its limit, his hands swatting outwards like a pair of large fans.

BANG!

The instant palm met fist, Chen Qing felt a jolt in his chest and staggered backward.

Seeing this, a sharp glint appeared in Shi Wenshan’s eyes.

He had finally found an opening and naturally wouldn’t waste such a golden opportunity.

Shi Wenshan let out a low roar, his eyes seeming to crack at the corners. The qi and blood in his body churned as Power erupted from him, making every hair on his body stand on end.

He took on a posture of absolute fury.

In the blink of an eye, all the Power in Shi Wenshan’s body converged, his joints letting out a continuous series of sharp cracks like rolling thunder.

It was a critical moment, yet there was not the slightest hint of panic in Chen Qing’s eyes, only an icy calm.

The previous exchange had seemed perilous, but because Chen Qing practiced the Fishing Toad Force, his internal organs were completely unharmed.

His body moved like weightless willow down, following the direction of Shi Wenshan’s Fist Momentum and shifting aside by a hair’s breadth.

The wind from Shi Wenshan’s desperate punch whistled past Chen Qing’s chest, tearing the front of his clothes to ribbons and leaving several searing, bloody scratches on his skin, but it ultimately failed to land squarely on his torso.

BOOM!

Shi Wenshan’s punch missed, smashing heavily into the wall behind Chen Qing and blasting open another deep crater!

But as Chen Qing had locked onto his left shoulder and used it for leverage, Shi Wenshan himself was pulled off balance, leaving him completely exposed.

Chen Qing clenched his right fist. The muscles in his arm coiled like a dragon as power surged up his spine, vertebra by vertebra. He held nothing back as he blasted a punch toward Shi Wenshan’s astonished face.

Long Arm Fist! Spiritual Ape Offers Longevity!

This punch was simple and unadorned, yet it was the epitome of speed and power!

The air before the Fist Edge compressed to its limit, forming a visible white cone!

Before the fist even arrived, the suffocating pressure of death had already viciously whipped Shi Wenshan’s disheveled, graying hair backward!

A look of horror appeared in Shi Wenshan’s eyes.

’I’ve fallen into his trap! That was just a feigned opening from Chen Qing!’

He wanted to block, but an excruciating pain shot through his left shoulder. His right arm, having just thrown a punch, was too slow to defend!

He wanted to dodge, but he was off balance and had no way to evade the blow.

He could only watch, helpless, as the fist grew rapidly larger in his vision!

BANG!!!

A dull thud, so heavy it could make a heart stop, exploded through the narrow alley!

Shi Wenshan’s head, like a watermelon struck by a sledgehammer, snapped violently backward!

His nasal bone instantly collapsed and shattered, and his cheekbones fractured piece by piece!

Blood mixed with shattered teeth spewed from his mouth and nose like a fountain!

The light in his eyes froze and then faded. His tall body went limp, sliding down the wall to the ground and dragging a glaring, crimson streak across the white snow.

This master who had achieved Great Success in the Transmutation Force Realm was finally dead.

"Hooo...!"

Chen Qing quickly searched Shi Wenshan’s robes and found several thick wads of paper and a small Porcelain Bottle.

They were silver notes, an Elixir, and a Booklet.

He stuffed them into his own robes without hesitation.

Suddenly, the sound of urgent footsteps came from the mouth of the alley, exceptionally clear in the quiet, snowy night!

’Someone’s coming!?’

Chen Qing’s pupils shrank, and alarm bells screamed in his mind.

He pushed off the ground with the tip of his foot, launching himself into the air. Kicking off the high walls on either side, he vaulted onto the roof of a low-lying house beside the alley in just a few movements.

His figure quickly blended into the dark, snow-filled night and vanished.

The moment after Chen Qing’s figure disappeared, several burly figures blocked the entrance to the alley.

The man in the lead wore a dark greatcoat over Refined Iron Scale Armor, his face as grim as iron. It was none other than Captain Pang Qinhai, who was supposed to be gravely injured and on the brink of death!

Behind him followed several elite personal guards with sharp auras, Pang Jiu among them.

Pang Qinhai’s gaze instantly locked onto the scene within the alley.

When he saw Shi Wenshan, his head caved in and devoid of life, a flicker of surprise crossed his face for the first time.

"Dead!?"

Pang Qinhai’s voice was low, betraying little emotion.

Pang Jiu immediately went forward, squatted down to examine the body carefully, and looked up a moment later. "Sir," he said in a grave voice, "there are fractures in the left elbow and knee. The fatal wound is a comminuted fracture of the frontal skull—killed in a single blow! The Power was incredibly fierce and domineering. Based on the lingering aura... he’s been dead for a very short time, no more than the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea."

"Fierce and domineering!?"

Pang Qinhai’s gaze swept over the shocking fist print on the wall, then returned to Shi Wenshan’s bloody, mangled face. His eyes were as sharp as blades. ’Zhou Liang? No, he’s not this ruthless. Could it be that disciple of his?’

To be able to kill a master like Shi Wenshan, who had achieved Great Success in the Transmutation Force Realm, was no ordinary feat.

He raised his head, his gaze piercing through the snowstorm toward the end of the alley where Chen Qing had disappeared, his expression deep and unreadable.

"Pang Jiu, you and the others continue closing the net."

Before his words had even faded, Pang Qinhai moved, actually giving chase in the direction Chen Qing had disappeared.

...

Chen Qing sprinted across the rooftops, the wind and snow like knives, scraping his face with a biting chill.

Just as he was leaping over a high roof ridge, his pupils suddenly contracted. In the direction of Gaolin County’s Inner City, several columns of thick smoke, entwined with savage tongues of fire, were tearing through the heavy night sky, surging upward!

The crimson glow of the flames dyed the falling snow the color of blood, appearing especially jarring against the pitch-black backdrop.

The deathly quiet county seat seemed to have been thrown into a wok of boiling oil, exploding into chaos in an instant.

The muffled shouts of battle, the sharp clash of Weapons, and the miserable screams and wails, all mixed with the howling wind and snow, drifted over from the distance.

’What’s going on?!’

Chen Qing’s heart pounded, and he almost stopped in his tracks. ’The Inner City is the core territory of the Five Great Races, a bastion of safety as strong as bronze and iron! How... how could a battle like this break out?’

An indescribable sense of unease rose within him.

However, the instant that thought flashed through his mind—

’Not good!’

Every hair on Chen Qing’s body stood on end. Instinct overrode thought. Relying almost purely on muscle memory, he poured all his strength into his right foot and violently twisted his body to retreat to the left.

SHIIING!

A sharp whistle tore through the wail of the wind and snow, scraping right past his ribs.

The force of the wind it carried made his skin sting with pain.

A heavy Profound Iron Long Spear plummeted down like a Meteor and, with a BOOM, plunged deep into the stone slabs three steps in front of him, sending snow and shattered rock flying everywhere.

VMMMMMM!

The long spear, embedded in the ground, quivered ceaselessly, emitting a low hum as white vapor drifted from it.

Chen Qing spun around to see a figure walking slowly toward him, treading through the wind and snow.