Becoming a Saint Starts with Copying Martial Arts

Chapter 77 Killing Mei Chaofeng

The young man drew his sword and slashed, but before the blade was even fully drawn, Wang Ling had already struck, kicking him squarely in the chest. A burst of force erupted, and the young man screamed as he flew through the air, crashing to the ground from the rooftop, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Just as he was about to get up, Wang Ling descended from the sky, raised his hand and thrust out a sword. The blade easily pierced through his left shoulder, pinning him to the ground.

"I'll ask you questions, you know my methods. If you cooperate properly, I'll make your death easy," Wang Ling said coldly, looking down at him.

"The Beyer religion is the true orthodox one, acting on behalf of Heaven. You are going against Heaven, and you will die a horrible death!" the young man cursed.

"Stubborn to the end!"

Wang Ling reached out and grabbed his shoulder, suddenly exerting force. With a series of cracking sounds, the bones were crushed. The young man let out a fierce roar, his face contorted with pain.

"I'll give you two choices. First, cooperate with me, and I'll let you die a quick death. Second, I'll crush every bone in your body, and let you die in extreme pain and despair."

"You bastard..." the young man cursed again.

A quarter of an hour later, the young man was silent. Wang Ling turned around and looked towards the south of the city.

"Mei Chaofeng? Hmph, you should die!"

The young man finally relented, and Wang Ling got the information he wanted.

...

into the night.

In the south of the city, in that dilapidated courtyard, Mei Chaofeng was meditating with his eyes closed.

Suddenly, a thought struck him, and he saw a dark shadow fall from the sky and land directly in the courtyard. It was a headless corpse.

He suddenly stood up, slowly drew his sword, and gazed upwards. On the rooftop stood a figure in white, with a full moon behind him. A cold wind blew against his robes, and a chilling aura permeated the air.

"Wang Ling!" Mei Chaofeng was startled.

"All members of the Baier Cult should die!" Wang Ling suddenly drew his sword, leaped into the air, and rushed straight towards Mei Chaofeng at an extremely fast speed.

Mei Chaofeng suddenly roared, "Wang Ling, everyone says you're strong, but I don't believe it! I'll kill you today!"

The two figures collided suddenly, and in an instant, the courtyard was filled with the glint of swords and the echoing sound of metal clashing.

In just a few moves, Wang Ling slashed out with his sword, severing Mei Chaofeng's right arm, which fell to the ground, blood gushing out.

The latter was greatly alarmed, turned around and ran, suddenly using his lightness skill to try to leap onto the roof.

But Wang Ling gave him no chance to escape. He suddenly moved forward and slashed out with his sword, severing both of his legs at the root, and he fell to the ground.

Mei Chaofeng let out a shrill scream, his whole body trembling violently.

At this moment, Lin Qing stood on the rooftop watching the battle, silently lamenting that his strength was still far behind that of the city's top experts.

He found the fight quite pleasing to the eye. The footwork, swordsmanship, and knife skills were all at an extremely high level. He found them complex, varied, and difficult to understand.

Moreover, both of them moved incredibly fast. He had previously thought of sparring with Wang Ling to test his own strength, but now he realized that he was completely wrong. If it were a one-on-one fight, he wouldn't even be able to withstand a single move from Wang Ling.

"We must not underestimate anyone in the world. We must work hard, constantly surpass ourselves, and continuously break through our limitations," Lin Qing thought to himself.

At this moment, Mei Chaofeng, who was lying on the ground, suddenly burst into laughter, looking somewhat deranged.

"Wang Ling, kill me! Your daughter will live in immense suffering for the rest of her life. Haha, you think you can find the Harmony of One Heaven Technique to save your daughter's life? What a joke! The Harmony of One Heaven Technique is a legend, a fabrication. You can never obtain it, never!"

Wang Ling suddenly swung his sword, severing Mei Chaofeng's other arm and turning him into a human stump.

"All members of the Byr religion deserve to die!"

Next, Wang Ling swung his sword again and again, avoiding Mei Chaofeng's vital points, only slicing off pieces of flesh from his body, making him experience extreme pain.

Lin Qing, who was standing nearby, overheard their conversation and vaguely guessed what was going on.

Wang Ling likely has a story to tell. His daughter must have gone through something to turn him into this state. He harbors an extreme hatred for the Yin Yuan Sect, wishing he could devour their flesh and drink their blood.

This torture lasted for a full hour, until Mei Chaofeng was no longer recognizable as a human, at which point he pierced his heart with a sword, ending his life.

Then, Wang Ling leaped up and landed beside Lin Qing, his body reeking of blood.

"I have killed all the members of the Yin Yuan Sect. Give me that bottle of pure Yin virgin blood."

"Okay." Lin Qing handed over the gray porcelain bottle.

Wang Ling already knew about the existence of the Han family's secret chamber, but he did not ask Lin Qing for any other valuables. He only asked Lin Qing to hand over the pure Yin virgin blood, mentioning that it was an extremely Yin substance that was useless to ordinary people but was a great tonic for evil spirits.

"We will depart for the prefectural city next March. Remember, you must not slack off during these five months. You must master as much power as possible. The golden token I have given you must not be taken away by anyone else," Wang Ling said in a deep voice.

"Yes, sir." Lin Qing nodded.

Wang Ling leaped into the air, using his lightness skill to disappear into the night.

The next day, Lin Qing heard the news that Wang Ling had left Jiangyin County.

Several days later, people from the prefectural city came and took over the Zhenhun Division and the county government. Ran Hongxia then left.

Over the next two months, prisoners held in the county government office and the Zhenhun Division prison were tried one after another, some were exiled and others were beheaded.

Every few days, corpses would be sent to the crematorium. Lin Qing would collect the corpses while practicing martial arts to prepare for the prefectural city assessment.

Two months later, the last prisoner was beheaded. With that, the storm caused by the Han family's collusion with the Yin Yuan Sect finally subsided, and the people of Jiangyin County finally enjoyed a period of peace and tranquility.

Time flies, and three months have passed in the blink of an eye.

Inside the inner city, in a large three-courtyard mansion, Lin Qing practiced Blood Flame Burning Body over and over again, stepping on smooth and clean bluestone slabs.

This method of transforming internal energy has a total of 128 moves, and Lin Qing has already memorized many details of each move.

For the past five months, he has spent a lot of time practicing this martial art and the Tathagata Fist Manual every day.

At a certain moment, he took a step forward, and a tremendous force erupted from his body. The bluestone slab beneath his feet suddenly cracked, and fragments of stone flew everywhere. He then unleashed a palm strike, which hit a large gray-white rock in front of him.

boom!

The boulder suddenly shattered, sending dust and smoke billowing up, scattering into irregularly shaped pieces on the ground.

"call!"

"Blood Flame Body Burning has finally reached perfection." Lin Qing exhaled a breath of pure air, and on the panel, the level of this martial art had changed from Great Completion to Perfection.

He swallowed a pill, closed his eyes slightly, and calmly felt the changes in his body. His physique was undergoing a transformation, and various energies spread throughout his body, suddenly weaving into a net that gradually covered his entire body.

When Blood Flame Body reaches perfection, it will use Blood Flame Force as the core and other forces as auxiliary forces to weave together a net of force, which is more solid, covers a wider area, and has a stronger protective effect than when it is fully mastered.

About fifteen minutes later, just as Lin Qing was about to finish, the transformation was complete.

"Now that I possess eight different types of strength, the assessment in the prefectural city should be no problem for me," Lin Qing thought with great confidence.

In the past five months, his strength has greatly improved. He has mastered the tenth move of the Tathagata Fist Manual and has also mastered two new martial arts at the perfect level by collecting corpses.

One of its techniques is the White Ape Palm, which unleashes the power of the White Ape, greatly increasing arm strength.

One of its techniques is the Qingfeng Sword, which can unleash the power of the Qingfeng Wind, making the body lighter and increasing movement speed.

"At just over twenty years old, with eight different kinds of power within me, I have undergone a complete transformation compared to two years ago. Even the word 'genius' is not enough to describe me," Lin Qing thought to himself.

"However, the problem of being consumed by blood flames has not been resolved, and the lust for killing is still growing," Lin Qing added. "Once we go to the prefectural city, all the problems will be solved."

"Aqing, dinner's ready!"

Han Ying's voice suddenly came from afar. This mansion was a gift from Master Ma, along with servants and maids. The two elders no longer need to do anything; they can simply enjoy their lives.

"They're here!"

Lin Qing responded, thinking to himself, "After this meal, it's time to head to the prefectural city."