Chapter 53: Fist Intent

Bang!

Zhang Yazhi also flew backward, landing not far from the young man.

Her shoulder dislocated, blood seeped from the wound, pain made her break out in a cold sweat, and she nearly fainted.

It took only three rounds for Wu Zhiguo to easily defeat Tianyi Martial Hall's strongest remaining combatant.

Wu Zhiguo shook his fists, stretched lazily, and as he turned his neck, a series of bone-cracking sounds rang out.

He glanced at the crowd, seeing that no one dared to move, and smiled satisfiedly.

"Very well, who else?"

Wu Zhiguo let out a hearty roar, and the Tianyi Martial Hall members opposite fell silent like cicadas, not even daring to meet his gaze.

"Stop fighting... you've won!"

Zhang Qingyang, helped up by the crowd, slowly rose to his feet, his eyes vacant, and said: "I, Tianyi Martial Hall, concede defeat; from today onward we will close indefinitely and follow all arrangements of the Earth Fiend Martial Hall!".

"Dad!"

"Master!"

The Tianyi Martial Hall members all cried out, everyone lowering their heads.

"Good, since Director Zhang said that, I can rest easy," Wu Zhiguo laughed loudly: "Today was well worth the trip; the harvest is quite abundant!".

"Go, brothers, drive out everyone from Tianyi Martial Hall; from today on, this place will be our Earth Fiend Martial Hall branch!"

Wu Zhiguo waved his hand, signaling his subordinates to act.

"Wait!"

Just then, a cold voice sounded from the side.

Everyone was slightly startled, then turned their gaze toward the sound.

Only to see, behind the Tianyi Martial Hall crowd, a handsome young man stepped out, about 1.8 meters tall, well-proportioned, smiling at Zhang Qingyang.

"Director Zhang, I said I'd have you help forge weapons, why aren't you open for business?"

The youth walked up to Zhang Qingyang's side and patted his shoulder.

Zhang Qingyang was somewhat surprised, not expecting Lu Jing to appear here.

Meanwhile, Zhang Yazhi, who was holding her shoulder, instantly recognized Lu Jing's true identity and exclaimed, "You're Lu Jing—what are you doing here?"

Lu Jing retorted, "Isn't a martial hall just a place to do business? Why can't I be here?"

And upon hearing Lu Jing's name, everyone present snapped back to attention.

"You're Lu Jing?"

"Isn't he the genius of Anwu City?"

"Turns out he's been here all along; Tianyi Martial Hall's booming business is thanks to him!"

People from both sides began to chatter, their eyes constantly scanning Lu Jing, as if trying to see what sets this genius apart from ordinary people.

"This guy is from Tianyi Martial Hall; should we teach him a lesson?"

"A genius still needs to grow; he's just a Second‑Realm Martial Artist—he can't stir up any trouble!"

Inside the Earth Fiend Martial Hall, a few people whispered, their gazes toward Lu Jing somewhat hostile.

"You few, shut up!"

Wu Zhiguo shouted in anger, then switched to a gentle smile and walked toward Lu Jing.

"Young Brother Lu Jing, I've long heard of your genius; today I see you're indeed unlike ordinary people—your magnificent spirit and handsome appearance, your heroic vigor shining forth—these are the words to describe you!"

Zhang Qingyang told me you get along well and often buy things here, but from now on Tianyi Martial Hall is ours, so we'll give you the same discount—what do you think?

Besides, I heard you practice boxing, young brother. Wu Zhiguo glanced at Lu Jing's fair palm without changing expression, a flicker of contempt in his eyes.

Let me be frank, I, the old brother, have won the world with my fists; I have a set of power emission techniques I developed myself, which I can teach you for free!

Oh? Power emission technique? Lu Jing raised his voice, seeming quite interested.

Exactly, my power emission technique isn't the cheap, common stuff you find in the military; I'm not boasting—if you learn this technique, your punching power will increase by nearly half!

Wu Zhiguo boasted confidently, "Did you see those two punches I just threw? Those two weren't even a match for one of my moves!".

Zhang Yazhi and the young man's faces looked grim, but they couldn't refute.

Their fists were formidable; if they hadn't pulled back at the end, they likely would have been killed by a single punch from Wu Zhiguo.

Increasing punching power by half—how terrifying!

Lu Jing took a deep breath and said in an exaggerated tone, "Such a powerful power emission technique, and you're just going to teach it to me for free?"

Seeing Lu Jing's curiosity piqued, Wu Zhiguo's smile grew brighter: "Why can't I teach you for free?"

Anyway, you're our martial hall disciple; teaching disciples is what I should do. If you feel uneasy, you can become my apprentice—then it'll be proper.

Lu Jing secretly chuckled; it turned out Wu Zhiguo had this idea in mind.

He just wanted to use the title of Anwu City's genius master to attract customers and students.

Only wealthy scions can afford to enroll as martial hall students; a single slot costs tens to hundreds of thousands of dollars—imagine how much extra income Wu Zhiguo would gain if his wish came true.

Lu Jing walked up to Wu Zhiguo, smiling, and said, "Well then, I don't know if your strength is sufficient to teach me."

Wu Zhiguo frowned, somewhat displeased; this kid, no matter how talented, is merely a Second‑Realm Martial Artist, yet he dares to speak to me like that—I'm a Fourth‑Realm Warrior, isn't that enough qualification to teach him?

Just as Wu Zhiguo was about to display his strength, Lu Jing suddenly dropped into a horse stance and assumed an ancient boxing posture.

The next moment.

Wu Zhiguo's hairs stood on end, his pupils constricted, and a chilling aura that made his heart race surged toward him.

It was as if standing before him was a man‑eating heavenly beast, its bloody maw wide open.

If you want to be my teacher, then let me test whether your fists are as hard as you claim!

Before Lu Jing's words even finished, his figure had already vanished from the spot.

At this, Wu Zhiguo dared not breathe, a life‑or‑death crisis suddenly arising!

"Ahhh!!"

Wu Zhiguo let out a roar, steadied his trembling body, forcefully mobilized the somewhat rigid Blood Qi, pressed his fists together in front of his chest, and assumed a defensive stance.

But soon, he saw a pale fist land on his defense.

The seemingly impenetrable defense was easily broken by this light‑as‑a‑feather fist, which gently struck his chest.

Crack!

Boom!

First came the sound of bones shattering, and the next moment Wu Zhiguo's body was flung outward.

Lu Jing's seemingly light punch, however, contained boundless Fist Intent.

It pierced Wu Zhiguo's iron‑block‑like hard body directly, sending him tumbling dozens of meters in the air before he slammed into a wall.

It left a deep dent.

The reckless wind of the fist scattered the surrounding stacked counters and tables and chairs into disarray.