Chapter 30

Qin Jiang's eyes brightened slightly. The Red Tiger Gang has them too?

In that case, he had a chance to get them! "Uncle Wang, what is needed to obtain Advanced True Martial Arts? And what is the difference between Advanced True Martial Arts and ordinary True Martial Arts?" he asked.

Upon hearing this, Wang Minglang raised his hand slightly. "Don't be too ambitious. You have already practiced the Iron Arm Fist to the second layer. In a few days, your sister and I can recommend you to become a Head Chief of the Red Tiger Gang.

By then, you will naturally have the opportunity to obtain the Red Tiger Fist.

As for the difference, Advanced True Martial Arts already involve the level of Intent.

Anyone who has practiced Advanced True Martial Arts is an expert in the Divine Intent Realm and can be called first-rate; every one of them is a big shot in Black Mountain City."

"Intent? What is that?" Qin Jiang asked.

Divine Intent Realm—hearing the name, he knew it was extraordinary; it was worthy of being a first-rate expert.

"The so-called Intent is actually a power at the level of will. Sword practitioners have Sword Intent, saber practitioners have Saber Intent, and those who practice fist techniques like me naturally have Fist Intent," Wang Minglang laughed.

Qin Jiang was slightly stunned, remembering the first time he met Wang Minglang, when in a daze he seemed to have seen a red fierce tiger.

Looking at it now, that was not an illusion, but the other party's Fist Intent! Uncle Wang is also an expert in the Divine Intent Realm! Maybe what he practices is the Red Tiger Fist! Wang Minglang put down the smoking pipe in his hand, placed one hand on Qin Jiang's wrist, and said with a smile, "Xiao Jiang, what is a martial artist?"

Qin Jiang was stunned, his face showing confusion.

"The so-called martial artist is about clenching fists! Only by fighting can one compete! Being brave and fierce, full of killing intent and spirit! If you don't even have these three parts of evil spirit, you might as well not practice!"

Wang Minglang's voice suddenly became severe, and his arm shook violently. Qin Jiang only felt his body go numb, and then he felt a sense of weightlessness.

When he came to his senses, he had already been thrown out of the room. The people practicing in the courtyard were somewhat confused, not understanding the situation.

Roar—!!! Before he could stand firm, a roar rang in Qin Jiang's ears, followed by a fierce momentum suddenly erupting from inside the room.

The next moment, Wang Minglang's figure appeared before his eyes, his gaze fierce, and a terrifying momentum pressed down like a flying tiger leaping over a ravine! "Tell me! What are you afraid of?!"

Qin Jiang's eyes widened, and he hurriedly threw a punch to counterattack, but before his fist was even halfway out, it was abruptly interrupted by a massive force.

Wang Minglang grabbed his arm with one hand, and an irresistible force pulled his body forward.

"Pfft!"

A fist landed on his lower abdomen. He felt as if his internal organs had been shattered, and a mouthful of fresh blood was violently spat out.

"What? You don't even dare to resist? Then go die!"

Wang Minglang's voice exploded in his ears. Qin Jiang's eyes rounded, feeling as if he were in a mountain forest, encountering a tiger descending the mountain, where life and death were in an instant! In an instant, blood surged wildly, his heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and every part of his body was roaring.

I will die! I will die, I will die, I will die! His mind suddenly changed, from the fear of death to a fearless rage! You want me to die?!!

Kill!!!

Stepping on the ground, force rose from beneath his feet.

Spinning! Punching! A punch that surpassed his own limits was fiercely thrown out! Bang! With a muffled sound, the fist was steadily caught by Wang Minglang.

Qin Jiang's body went limp, losing all strength, and he fell to the ground.

But his eyes were very bright, carrying a trace of enlightenment.

This feeling was like being blown by a cold wind while heavily drunk, only to suddenly realize that he had been drunk just now.

Since his rebirth, there had always been a pressing pressure on his heart, making him urgently seek more security.

Unknowingly, when he hadn't even noticed it himself, his mind had actually been gradually twisting, becoming afraid of all uncertainty.

Only until this moment did he suddenly realize it.

Resting his palm on the blood he had just spat out, it wasn't a warm feeling, but instead carried a trace of coolness.

"Hehe, the blood of startled wind. If this mouthful of blood stayed in your body for too long, you would never be able to practice the Red Tiger Fist in your life."

Wang Minglang said with a smile, his gaze satisfied yet carrying a bit of complexity.

He pulled Qin Jiang up directly, brushed the dust off his body, wiped the blood off his hands with a rag, and then patted him on the shoulder.

"Not bad, the intent to fight to the death is still there."

Qin Jiang stood where he was, his gaze clear.

The other students in the courtyard were all confused. What happened? Damn, Brother Qin spat blood! No, no! Master Wang is so fierce!! Originally, they thought that although Wang Minglang was a martial artist, he was old after all, and his strength was mostly gone.

But looking at it now, he is still vigorous in his old age! He knocked Brother Qin down with one punch?!

"Alright, stop watching, practice well. Maybe one day, you can also beat Qin Jiang up!"

Wang Minglang shouted, carrying a bit of tiger-like prestige. Upon hearing this, the students hurriedly began to practice.

Beating Brother Qin up was unlikely, but thinking about it was still okay, right? At worst, beating up the Li Bo and Li Lang brothers would also work? "Follow me into the room."

The two came into the room. Wang Minglang rummaged through the cabinet in the corner for a while and took out a thumb-sized, black, rubbery block. He threw it to Qin Jiang casually. "Eat it, it's for replenishing blood. I didn't expect you to have already practiced to the third layer. Your cultivation talent is even better than your sister's."

Wang Minglang's gaze was complex. What kind of freaks are these siblings? He had been shocked by that little girl Qin Hong back then, and now he had been shocked by the little girl's brother again.

First, it was entering the door in one night, and now it was leaping from the second layer to the third layer in one night.

Qin Jiang caught it, looked at the somewhat dirty rubbery block in his hand, hesitated for a moment, and ate it with a stiff upper lip.

The rubbery block melted upon entering his mouth. Immediately, a hot current surged in his body, running through the meridians along the path of internal Qi. He clearly felt his internal Qi growing stronger.

After a while, the hot current gradually disappeared, and the discomfort caused by that punch also disappeared.

Looking at the panel,

【Current Martial Arts】

Longevity Five Qi Technique (First Layer) (36/250)

Iron Arm Fist (Third Layer) (72/400)

Earth Dragon Body (First Layer) (28/200)

【Potential Points: 6.4】

The progress of the Iron Arm Fist had increased by a full 50 points! The Longevity Five Qi Technique and Earth Dragon Body had also improved.

"What is this?" he asked curiously.

If he could eat more, even without relying on potential points, he could quickly practice the Iron Arm Fist to perfection! After sitting down, Wang Minglang curled his lips and took a puff of his big smoking pipe. "It's gone. This is top-quality tiger glue; this piece alone is worth thirty taels."

Upon hearing this, Qin Jiang lowered his head. He knew that even if he offered money, Uncle Wang would not take it.

"Many thanks, Uncle Wang. If it weren't for this punch from Uncle Wang, I'm afraid I..."

"Stop, what are you saying? I'm willing, no need for you to thank me." Wang Minglang interrupted Qin Jiang directly.

Back then, when he first met Qin Hong, the little girl was still a handyman at a cloth shop.

Later, he brought Qin Hong to the courtyard to work. It could be said that he completely treated the other party as his own daughter.

After that, when Qin Hong came of age, he personally handled sending Qin Hong into the Red Tiger Gang.

And later, the speed of Qin Hong's rise was simply mind-boggling to him.

Taking a puff of his big smoking pipe, he looked at Qin Jiang.

If before, his feeling toward Qin Jiang was still that love for the house and its crow because of Qin Hong.

Then after so many days of contact, he had actually already treated Qin Jiang as... a son wouldn't be right, let's call him a nephew.

After speaking, Qin Jiang said no more, and Wang Minglang also smoked his big smoking pipe silently.

A moment later, Wang Minglang said slowly, "Do you know where you are inferior to your sister?"

Upon hearing this, Qin Jiang raised his eyes slightly. "Where am I inferior?"

"Although you have the intent to fight to the death, you do not have a truly fearless heart," Wang Minglang said.

"A fearless heart?" Qin Jiang didn't quite understand.

"Yes, your sister is the one with the highest talent I have seen in so many years besides you, but if we compare their own will, then you are far inferior to your sister.

Your sister truly achieved fearlessness. How should I put it? She gives people the feeling that nothing can stop her from moving forward," Wang Minglang said.

"Then how should I obtain this fearless heart?" Qin Jiang asked.

Wang Minglang curled his lips. "How would I know?"

Qin Jiang smiled helplessly. Wang Minglang then continued, "However, although I don't know, I guess that to have a fearless heart, one must first achieve absolute self-confidence! You must believe from the bottom of your heart, believe that you can do everything you want to do!"

Two days later, Qin Jiang was practicing the Iron Arm Fist in the backyard of Shan Man Lou. At this time, the wooden stakes had been replaced with four iron stakes.

Not only was he practicing fist techniques, but he was also practicing footwork and leg techniques.

After practicing, he sat in the courtyard, sitting silently.

"Absolute self-confidence, huh?"

Knock, knock.

A knock on the door rang out. The waiter of the restaurant pushed open the wooden door of the courtyard wall and poked his head in. "Master Qin, the owner of the Liu Family Blacksmith Shop is looking for you."

(End of this chapter)