Chapter 82: Martial Philosophy

A distance of one li is merely a three- to five-minute walk for an ordinary adult on Earth, let alone a warrior from the Martial Martial Continent?

Soon, the group arrived at the location Cang Luo had described, where two armored lizards were fighting over food.

But the reality was vastly different from Cang Luo’s description.

Where were the armored lizards?

Two of them? They hadn’t even seen half a rat.

The group murmured among themselves, their gazes toward Cang Luo filled with doubt and disappointment.

Zhao Renwu was inwardly delighted—he now believed Cang Luo not only had low cultivation potential but was also mentally deficient.

How dare he boldly predict armored lizards were here?

He even described their number, their battle over food, and how they were both badly wounded—as if he’d seen it with his own eyes. If you hadn’t seen it yourself, you’d truly think he had precognitive abilities.

Hah! Now look how it turned out? All the prestige and trust you barely built up in front of everyone has been burned to ashes. I wonder how long you can last as boss.

Zhao Renwu chuckled softly, then sighed: “No one is a sage; who can be without fault? Don’t blame the boss—he meant well. It was just a misjudgment, nothing serious.”

As soon as Zhao Renwu finished speaking, his cousin Zhao Renli took over: “Vice Leader, you’re mistaken. As subordinates, we may make mistakes—but the boss absolutely cannot.”

Not even once. The boss’s every decision affects the fate of every member. What if this mistake causes injuries or deaths among our brothers?”

Zhao Renli’s words won the agreement of most, and the atmosphere instantly grew heavy; many now looked at Cang Luo with clear blame in their eyes.

Xiang Yunjiao glanced at the group, anxious: “Don’t be like this. Maybe we just got the location wrong. The armored lizards might still be nearby.”

“Cang senior brother, isn’t that right?”

She noticed Cang Luo’s eyes seemed dull, assuming he hadn’t heard or was upset by Zhao Renli’s words. She stepped closer and gently tugged his sleeve: “Luo senior brother?”

Xiang Yunjiao’s intimate gesture made many adolescent youths feel uneasy.

Zhao Renwu frowned and murmured: “Yun sister, let’s find a safe spot to set up camp and resume operations tomorrow.”

“Yes, Yun sister—and Miss Yin—let’s find a place to light a fire and pitch tents,” Zhao Renli added beside her. But Xiang Yunjiao remained unmoved; Yin Mengruo hesitated slightly.

Then Wang Fuhai suddenly spoke: “Huh? Where are He Dijie and Liu Dijie? Weren’t they ordered by the boss to flank the armored lizards?”

“Pfft! Flank what? What beast are you going to flank?” Zhao Renli sneered under his breath, glancing pointedly at Cang Luo, drawing everyone’s attention.

The group sighed helplessly. They’d once believed Cang Luo could lead them to expand the gang—but their first hunt had failed, and now he stood there blankly, saying nothing.

For a moment, not only did they lose all faith in Cang Luo, but they also grew deeply worried about the future of the Warwolf Gang.

Just then, Li Zhanxing, a member of the White Tiger Hall who had been assigned to the right flank with Liu Xuande, suddenly burst out from the side and appeared before them.

He sprinted up to Cang Luo, excited: “Boss! We’ve trapped the two armored lizards—they’re still resisting fiercely. The two hall masters are holding them off. I’ve been sent to fetch reinforcements!”

At Li Zhanxing’s words, the group froze.

What?

There really are armored lizards?

Zhao Renwu thought he’d misheard: “Li Dijie, what did you just say? There really are two armored lizards? Where?”

“Uh? Yeah, there are.”

Li Zhanxing scratched his head, embarrassed: “We were ordered by the boss to set up an ambush here, but someone accidentally startled the armored lizards—they ran off.”

We chased after them and surrounded them, but we couldn’t subdue them...”

“This...” Zhao Renwu opened his mouth but couldn’t speak, staring at Cang Luo in utter shock.

How is this possible!?

Cang Luo was telling the truth? There really were two armored lizards!

How did he know? Did he actually raise them?

As shock washed over him, Zhao Renwu suddenly remembered his earlier sarcastic remarks—and his cheeks burned. He quickly looked away, unable to meet Cang Luo’s gaze, wishing he could crawl into a hole.

The others wore similar expressions—none dared look Cang Luo in the eye. Zhao Renli even slipped quietly behind the crowd, avoiding Cang Luo’s sight entirely.

Only a few who supported Cang Luo wore delighted expressions. Xiang Yunjiao grabbed Cang Luo’s hand joyfully: “I told you the armored lizards had just moved elsewhere! You all misjudged the boss!”

Li Zhanxing, seeing Zhao Renwu’s faction lowering their heads, frowned: “What’s wrong with you guys?”

“Hehe, nothing.”

Cang Luo switched his viewpoint from the satellite camera back to his own eyes and said calmly: “I didn’t expect the armored lizards to notice you—but good thing you managed to hold them.”

Cang Luo’s words left the group utterly ashamed. He didn’t blame them—he took responsibility himself. Such noble character earned their deep admiration.

One of Zhao Renwu’s disciples, embarrassed, said: “Boss, we misunderstood you...”

Cang Luo waved his hand and smiled: “It’s fine. Let’s hurry and help. Don’t let those two armored lizards escape.”

Saying this, Cang Luo sprinted toward the armored lizards’ location. The group rushed after him, with Zhao Renwu and Zhao Renli lagging behind.

They exchanged a glance—each saw deep resentment and hatred in the other’s eyes...

Not long after, Cang Luo led the group to He Cheng and Liu Xuande.

At that moment, five members of the Azure Dragon Hall and four of the White Tiger Hall, under He Cheng and Liu Xuande’s command, surrounded the two silver-gray armored lizards, swords drawn.

Both He Cheng and Liu Xuande were at the fifth level of Warrior cultivation. They occasionally launched attacks, but they had no effect—couldn’t pierce the armor—yet they at least prevented the lizards from fleeing.

Armored lizards: top-tier first-rank beasts, earth-elemental, tending toward metal-elemental transformation. Their strength rivals a human Warrior eighth-level. Adults can reach four meters in length—larger than Earth’s Komodo dragons.

Their bodies are covered in silver-gray armored scales, each studded with two-inch-long backward-pointing spines. In their rank, their armor is indestructible. Their massive jaws possess terrifying bite force, and their tails can also strike—making them both offensive and defensive.

He Cheng and Liu Xuande finally sighed in relief upon seeing reinforcements. They were helpless against the armored lizards; had it not been for their numbers and the lizards’ injuries, they wouldn’t have dared to encircle them.

Cang Luo nodded to them, asking nothing about the situation—he’d already seen it all via satellite.

Looking at the trapped armored lizards, Cang Luo shouted: “This is the Warwolf Gang’s first battle. Who will take down these two beasts?”

After what had just happened, Cang Luo’s prestige had reached its peak. A disciple immediately responded, drawing weapons and lunging at the lizards.

Zhao Renwu and Baili Wunan charged ahead—Zhao Renwu to salvage his reputation, Baili Wunan because he was a battle fanatic.

Dozens surrounded the two armored lizards, swinging swords, spears, and blades in chaotic flurry.

But the armored lizards’ hides were too thick. Without Qi condensation, none could pierce their armor.

Still, the group wasn’t in a hurry—they knew killing the lizards was inevitable. They couldn’t escape. Just wear them down slowly.

They weren’t in a rush—but Cang Luo was. How long would this drag on?

Cang Luo barked: “The military fist I cultivate—though named a fist technique—is actually a philosophy.”

A martial philosophy!

The military fist can be applied to any technique or move.”

“Martial philosophy?”

The group froze again, utterly baffled. When did a fist technique become philosophy?

Cang Luo drew his sword, solemn: “The core of the military fist is ‘no form defeats form.’ It can be summed up in three words.”

Fast! Accurate! Brutal!

If you truly understand ‘no form defeats form’ and master fast, accurate, brutal—your martial progress will double.”

Saying this, Cang Luo activated his full speed, dashing toward the nearest armored lizard. His velocity was so sudden that those in his path scrambled to dodge.

The lizard, seeing Cang Luo charge, assumed he was just another weakling like the others. It lazily whipped its tail, aiming to fling him away.

But it was wrong. Cang Luo had activated his dynamic tracking ability and activated the first layer of the Annihilation Body Art—his power was no longer comparable.

In truth, except for his inability to condense Qi, his speed, strength, and physical resilience had reached Warrior First Level.

In an instant, aided by dynamic tracking, Cang Luo effortlessly dodged the tail strike and drove his sword straight into its eye.

The blade pierced through its throat—the armored lizard died.

Cang Luo withdrew his sword and, before the stunned crowd, charged at the second lizard—and killed it with the same method.

Fast! Accurate! Brutal!

He hadn’t even damaged their armor. Plus two beast cores and sixty-two lower-grade Qi stones—easily acquired.

After killing two armored lizards in succession, Cang Luo said calmly: “This is the realm achieved when the military fist is fully mastered—no longer bound by fixed forms, using the simplest, most direct method to eliminate targets.”

“Of course, provided that the power gap between you and the target isn’t too great.”

After Cang Luo finished speaking, the group fell silent, staring at him in shock.

What just happened? What did the boss do? How did he kill the armored lizards—those we couldn’t touch—in just a single pass?

Is this Warrior Seventh Level? Even a Warrior Ninth Level peak couldn’t kill a well-defended armored lizard with one strike!

Is this the power of the military fist?

Martial philosophy?

After a long silence, someone suddenly shouted: “Boss is mighty! Boss is mighty! Boss is mighty...”

Others joined in, shouting loudly—even Zhao Renwu’s disciples.

At this moment, Cang Luo’s prestige in the Warwolf Gang was unmatched, unrivaled. In their eyes, there was no senior Zhao Renwu—only Boss Cang Luo.

Cang Luo waved his hand casually to stop the chanting, then said lightly: “Leave a few brothers to handle the armored lizards. The rest, follow me. Three li north, there’s another beast—don’t let it escape.”

“What?!”

“Boss found another beast?!”

The group was stunned again. How did the boss find them?