I Grind to Martial Saint

Another ten days passed.

Han Yuan finally ground his Mountain-Breaking Fist to the realm of Mastery, and the Qi Power in his arms surged.

This also boosted the efficiency of Han Yuan’s grueling grind.

Finally, another half-month passed.

The night sky was clear, with only a few scattered stars.

WHOOSH WHOOSH WHOOSH~~~

The heavy whoosh of fists echoed through the courtyard.

Days of grueling practice had made Han Yuan’s Mountain-Breaking Fist truly formidable. When he swung his fists, they were as fearsome as sledgehammers.

With a low grunt, Han Yuan’s right fist shot out, slamming viciously into a small tree in the courtyard.

CRACK!

Effortlessly, the small tree snapped in two.

At the same time, a series of cracks, like popping soybeans, echoed from within Han Yuan’s body.

His expression suddenly twisted into a ferocious grimace. His lean, powerful muscles bulged, and numerous blood vessels burst, turning his skin a dark, angry red.

Only after a long while did the agonizing pain of his swelling muscles begin to subside.

KRRCH~~

Han Yuan clenched his fist.

He found that the bones in his fingers and palms had grown unusually thick, brimming with power.

He figured a casual punch could now deliver several hundred pounds of force.

”This power... It feels incredible!”

Han Yuan grinned widely.

He was bare-chested now.

His body was a mass of bulging, sinewy muscle. The sheer size of his arms seemed almost exaggerated.

These were all changes brought about by his Cultivation of the Mountain-Breaking Fist.

Host: Han Yuan

Thousand Falcons Blade Technique: Mastery (201/800)

Mountain-Breaking Fist: Mastery (0/800)

These past few days, Han Yuan had been grinding the Mountain-Breaking Fist, so progress on his Thousand Falcons Blade Technique had fallen behind a bit.

But in the future, he would put all his energy into the Thousand Falcons Blade Technique, striving to grind it to the Realm of Perfection first.

But before that, there was one more thing he needed to do.

’After working so hard on the Mountain-Breaking Fist, it’s time for a payback.’

.....

「The next day, as the sun set.」

Old Wang, as usual, walked into the storeroom humming a little tune.

”Kid... how have you gotten taller and bigger again?”

Wang Changbai stared at Han Yuan, utterly astonished.

The current Han Yuan stood nearly six feet tall, with broad shoulders and strong muscles.

His Governmental Uniform looked like it was about to burst at the seams, making him look exceptionally burly.

”Training in martial arts builds the body. Surely you know that,” Han Yuan said jokingly.

”You practice the blade, how could you get so muscular...”

Wang Changbai truly didn’t understand.

”Maybe I’m just exceptionally gifted.”

”But I really do need a new Governmental Uniform.”

”This one is definitely too small. It’s restrictive.”

Han Yuan felt that this Governmental Uniform was uncomfortable to wear.

”Working in the storeroom, and you’re worried about not having clothes to wear? Go on in and grab whatever you want,” Wang Changbai said with a wave of his hand.

Han Yuan nodded, got up, and went into the storeroom to find two new, larger-sized Governmental Uniforms.

When he walked out of the storeroom, Wang Changbai started gossiping with him again, chuckling, ”You really did a number on Wang Mazi, kid.”

”What happened to Wang Mazi?” Han Yuan asked casually.

”Now that you’ve been transferred to the storeroom, he still can’t squeeze his brother-in-law in.”

”I heard his wife got furious, went back to her hometown seven or eight days ago, and still hasn’t returned,” Wang Changbai said, gloating.

”The bastard deserves it.”

”I’ve got to go.”

”I’m going home to practice my blade.”

Han Yuan bid farewell to Wang Changbai.

After leaving the County Yamen, he returned home, changed his clothes, and went to the kitchen to cook something to fill his stomach.

After cultivating the Mountain-Breaking Fist, his appetite had become more and more outrageous.

For every meal, he had to eat five or six eggs, two pounds of meat, and a large bowl of white rice.

After eating, Han Yuan began practicing the Thousand Falcons Blade Technique in his courtyard.

For him, practicing the blade calmed his mind.

He practiced late into the night.

......

「Wang Mansion.」

Wang Cheng was not on duty tonight and was supposed to be sleeping in his room.

But he was in a foul mood and couldn’t sleep, so he got up, drank some tea, and pondered how to coax his wife back home.

’It’s all that damned Han Yuan’s fault!’

’And that waste of space, Guo Oldhei...’

’Maybe I should take care of that brat Han Yuan myself...’

’As long as I can get Huang Da a position in the County Yamen, my wife should come back.’

Wang Cheng grew angry just thinking about Han Yuan.

But he knew that if he was discovered attacking one of his own, he wouldn’t be able to survive in Qingshui County.

’If I’m going to do it, I have to do it without a trace.’

Wang Cheng slowly began to plot, and soon he had an assassination plan targeting Han Yuan.

’The day after tomorrow will be your last, you brat!’

Wang Cheng sneered.

At that moment, he seemed to have reached a moment of clarity. As soon as he returned to bed, he fell asleep.

.....

COCK-A-DOODLE-DOO~~

The rooster announced the dawn, and the night gradually faded.

Wang Cheng woke up groggily. Today was his turn to be on duty at the Government Office, and he couldn’t be late.

He pushed open the door, about to get some water to wash his face.

BOOM!

An Iron Fist shattered the wooden door, flying toward him like a bolt of lightning.

The punch was too sudden.

Wang Cheng was in his own home and had let his guard down.

Moreover, having just woken up, he wasn’t mentally focused and couldn’t react at all before a fist slammed into his chest.

BANG~~~

Wang Cheng felt as if he’d been struck by a giant hammer. Excruciating pain erupted in his chest, his ribs shattered, and he sprayed a huge mouthful of blood.

His entire body was sent flying, and he crashed heavily to the ground.

The next moment, a figure smashed through the ruined wooden door, arm muscles bulging to the point of explosion. His ten fingers were clasped together, forming a weapon like a Meteor Hammer, which he brought down in a domineering and savage smash!

Before Wang Cheng could even get up, his head was brutally struck.

CRACK!!!

The ground itself seemed to tremble.

Wang Cheng lay on the ground, convulsing. A large amount of blood and some grayish fluid flowed from the back of his head.

Without a second glance, the figure vaulted the wall and fled.

...

「Several hours later.」

A large number of Government Officials had surrounded the Wang Mansion.

Several constables saw Wang Cheng’s corpse on the ground, and a flicker of terror crossed their faces.

Wang Cheng’s current appearance was too horrifying.

His face looked as if it had been smashed by a great hammer; it was completely unrecognizable. His features were reduced to a pulp of mangled flesh, and one could even see deformed white bone.

”This force... only a Gathering Power Martial Artist could have done this.”

”I don’t know who hated Wang Mazi this much.”

”It’s making my skin crawl.”

Just then, a tall, thin man wearing a black uniform emblazoned with a wolf’s head and a long saber at his waist walked in.

The man had a gaunt face, long, narrow eyes, and a handlebar mustache. His gaze, as it swept across the room, was as sharp as a blade.

”Chief Constable Gao!”

”Chief Constable Gao!”

Seeing this man, the constables hurriedly cupped their fists in salute.

This man was none other than the Chief Constable of Qingshui County, Gao Yuan.

Gao Yuan didn’t speak. He went straight to Wang Cheng’s corpse and squatted down to examine it.

Then he stood up again and glanced at the shattered wooden door, a glint in his eyes.

”The killer must have been lying in wait by the door.”

”The moment Wang Cheng opened it, the killer punched through the wood and struck him in the chest.”

”Then, he smashed through the door, clasped his hands together, and brought them down on Wang Cheng’s head.”

Gao Yuan’s voice was hoarse and cold, yet he described the entire attack.

”Chief Constable Gao... then who do you think did it?” a constable asked in a low voice.

”The traces of this person’s Fist Technique are very obvious.”

”It was likely caused by the Mountain-Breaking Fist,” Gao Yuan said lightly.

Hearing the three words ”Mountain-Breaking Fist,” several constables said in unison, ”Guo Oldhei?!!”