strokinit Chapter 17: The Battle of Martial Arts Masters!
Chapter 17: The Battle of Martial Arts Masters!
Soon, another piece of memory appeared in Zhao An's mind.
It was from the five years that Liu Gen, the Soul Slave, painstakingly studied the Golden Scale Piling Technique in the Soul Pool.
Liu Gensheng was also illiterate. If he were only asked to look at the contents of this booklet, he probably wouldn't get any results even if he racked his brains.
But with Meng Wanyi's help, Zhao An had already translated the entire book.
Meng Wanyi even analyzed the acupoints, meridians, and various postures in the drawing in detail from a doctor's perspective.
Although Meng Wanyi was not a martial artist, Zhao An benefited greatly from what she said.
Similarly, he could also share this relevant information with the soul slave Liu Gen.
Only if the soul slave understands the contents of that book can there be any possibility of comprehending it; otherwise, it is just a meaningless waste of time.
A moment later, Zhao An suddenly opened his eyes!
Soul Slave Liu Gen did not comprehend any martial arts techniques, but he did not leave empty-handed.
For the first three years, Liu Gen pondered the matter repeatedly without success, only vaguely grasping a few key points.
In the last two years, perhaps by sheer luck, they stumbled upon some traces of martial arts in those pages of illustrations.
Unfortunately, that's where it ends.
This soul slave has limited potential, and five years of comprehension is far from enough for it to comprehend martial arts techniques.
But at least Zhao An has reached a conclusion.
This is indeed a set of martial arts manuals, but it is too profound and difficult to understand, or perhaps it lacks some prerequisite training instructions.
Without guidance, it would be virtually impossible for an ordinary person to learn the martial arts techniques contained in this small booklet!
Cao Lixue couldn't learn it and only viewed it as an erotic painting, which was a waste of its beauty. Zhao An, however, wanted to try it out.
He could vaguely sense that the secrets hidden in this booklet far surpassed his own Ninth-Rank Fierce Tiger Saber Technique!
He would not give up until he got to the bottom of it.
After a moment's thought, Zhao An selected two more soul slaves to continue studying this pile-driving technique together.
This method of having multiple soul slaves perform the same task simultaneously is actually somewhat wasteful, as the content deduced and understood by the soul slaves will mostly overlap.
It would be better to proceed one by one, with each soul slave advancing based on the latest cultivation progress.
Zhao An's reason for trying to have multiple soul slaves perform tasks simultaneously was to save time.
Anyway, he still has a surplus of soul slaves in his soul pool, and he can continue to acquire more soul slaves in the future.
If two soul slaves still can't comprehend this martial arts technique, then let four soul slaves work together.
As long as we can obtain this martial arts technique, the cost of these soul slaves is nothing.
After all, evil people are everywhere in this world, and the supply of soul slaves is inexhaustible!
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As dusk settled, a muffled clap of thunder boomed, and the previously clear sky suddenly darkened, with dark clouds gathering from all directions as if in a rush.
Before long, the water droplets pattered on the bluestone floor tiles, splashing up tiny water droplets.
Pedestrians covered their heads and hurriedly ran to the eaves to take shelter from the rain.
A man wearing a straw hat walked through the street, seemingly oblivious to the falling rain.
He stopped in front of a hall, lifted his straw hat to reveal a pair of cold, triangular eyes, and scanned the words on the signboard.
The headquarters of the Python Gang.
Only after confirming that he had arrived at the destination did he go inside.
"Junior brother, you've finally arrived!" Xu Donglai was overjoyed to see the person who had come and gave him a bear hug.
The newcomer removed his straw hat, revealing a rather unattractive long face with somewhat unkempt hair. He nodded expressionlessly.
"Who do you want me to kill this time?" He Song looked at Xu Donglai and asked bluntly.
"From the Tiger Head Gang." Xu Donglai personally brewed tea for him, his expression warm and welcoming.
Before he could finish speaking, He Song had already frowned.
"Is it that Zhou Hu?"
"No, let's put that guy aside for now. This time it's a kid from the Tiger Head Gang, and he's a bit tricky, so I'd like to ask you to give it a try," Xu Donglai said, shaking his head.
"A martial arts master?"
"It must be. They killed quite a few people in my gang. If possible, please help my senior brother get rid of them." Xu Donglai said, already taking out a large silver ingot from his sleeve and pushing it over.
"This is thirty taels."
He Song took the silver ingot, then stood up and walked outside.
"Junior brother, why don't we wait until the rain stops before going..."
"No need, it's easier to get things done in the rain." He Song said, his figure already blurring into the rain and disappearing from sight.
"Boss, is your junior brother capable? Zhao An even killed Cao Li!" a leader of the Python Gang asked.
"No need to worry. My good junior brother is more skilled than me. He might even have a chance to enter the inner sect of the Silver Serpent Sect in the future. Killing Zhao An is a piece of cake." Xu Donglai sipped his tea calmly.
In his view, it wouldn't be long before his junior brother returned with Zhao An's head.
No matter how strong Zhao An appeared, he was still just a self-taught individual, and given his age, he couldn't possibly become that powerful.
In the small courtyard.
Zhao Chunzi and Li Gou'er were playing cards idly when Zhao Chunzi's face turned red. Li Gou'er had won all the money he had.
"Alright, if you keep playing like this, you might lose even your underwear to me," Li Gou'er sneered.
Zhao An leaned against the doorpost, a knife slung over his shoulder. The sudden downpour interrupted his sword practice.
"Rainy days seem to go better with killing..."
At this moment, he wondered if he should take advantage of the rain to settle his score with the Python Gang.
Another thunderclap boomed, the rain poured down even harder, and the sky grew even darker.
Just then, Zhao An vaguely heard a strange noise coming from the roof tiles above his head, and couldn't help but look up.
Under the rain, a dark figure suddenly flipped over and fell from the eaves.
The shadowy figure locked onto Zhao An at a glance and raised its left hand.
Zhao An then saw clearly what the other person was holding.
It was a crossbow with a short arrow nocked on it, already aimed at him.
Zhao An felt a chill on his head. Before his mind could process what was happening, his body had already moved, raising the large ring-handled sword in his hand.
With a soft click, the trigger was pulled, the bowstring taut instantly, and the arrow shot through the rain towards Zhao An's brow.
However, as if by instinct, Zhao An raised his sword and brought it down, managing to cut the flying arrow down on the spot.
This scene also made He Song's gaze sharpen.
The arrows fired from the crossbow were incredibly fast.
To be caught off guard like this and yet Zhao An was able to strike with his knife is something that not everyone can do.
Even he himself couldn't guarantee that he could successfully intercept the arrow at that distance!
Xu Dong said this kid was troublesome, and now he's starting to believe it!
At the same time, he met Zhao An's gaze.
The fierce glint in his eyes was like that of a wild beast unleashed from its cage!
The next moment, Zhao An suddenly sprang into action without saying a word, rushing into the rain and heading straight for him.