Becoming a Saint Starts with Copying Martial Arts

Chapter 54 Fighting in the Rainy Night

Two days later.

As dusk settled, a light rain began to fall, pattering softly. The streets and alleys were deserted, with only a few passersby hurrying by.

Inside the inner city, in a tall, grey and white pavilion, the soothing and melodious voice of a woman singing opera echoed.

In the center of the pavilion, on a tall stage, a woman dressed in a moon-white long dress, wearing a jade hairpin and a cloud-shaped hair bun stands alone.

Her voice was clear and melodious, her temperament was ethereal and otherworldly, and her figure was exquisite and outstanding; even a wide robe could not conceal her proud and graceful curves.

"The autumn waters are cold, and the night dew is heavy."

"The candlelight on the dressing table reflects her haggard face."

"Throughout my life, I have sung countless songs of parting tears."

"Tonight's tears, for whom do I recite them?"

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"good!"

"Fairy Yunshang's voice is so beautiful."

"As expected of an opera troupe invited from the prefectural city, their lyrics are superb."

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Around the stands, many high-ranking officials and dignitaries were watching the opera.

As everyone drank wine and tea, they discussed and marveled at the beauty of the singing.

This is Mingchun Tower, the only opera house in Jiangyin County.

Although it was drizzling tonight, the theater was still packed with spectators because of the reputation of the Sichuan Jinyun Troupe. Every chair around the stage and every room was occupied.

In one of the side rooms, Pang Tong sat in a chair, looking down at the stage below with a completely absorbed expression.

"I've been listening to opera for so many years, and I thought the operas of Mingchun Society were already quite moving. But after listening to your Jinyun Troupe's opera today, I truly understand that there are always people more talented than you, and there is always something beyond your understanding." Pang Tong said, downing the hot tea in front of him in one gulp.

An elderly man in a sky-blue robe stood beside him, smiling as he poured Pang Tong another cup of hot tea.

"The city is bustling and there are many opera troupes. The Jin Yun Troupe has managed to stand out from the crowd, so they must have real skills. For example, Lu Yunshang on this stage is only eighteen years old but has already been performing for twelve years. She is beautiful and sings very well," the old man said with a smile.

He was one of the managers of the Jinyun Opera Troupe. Hearing that Pang Tong was coming to watch the opera, he came over to entertain him.

"It is indeed beautiful, and she is indeed beautiful. Steward Cao, name your price. I would like to have a long talk with Fairy Yunshang tonight," Pang Tong said calmly.

"Oh dear, sir, I can't agree to any price." Steward Cao quickly refused.

"Oh?" Pang Tong frowned. "Is there some explanation?"

"My lord, Fairy Yunxiao is the private possession of a certain important figure in the prefectural city. Neither of us can afford to offend this person," Steward Cao said in a low voice.

"What a pity." Pang Tong glanced at the platform below again, his heart burning with excitement.

Although he wasn't interested in women, it didn't mean he didn't love them. In particular, he loved listening to opera and had a unique affection for the female actors on stage, always wanting to see how wanton they were in bed.

He had already slept with all the female performers in the Mingchun Troupe, but the Jinyun Troupe was too famous, so he really didn't dare to force himself on them.

At this moment, after the song ended, Lu Yunxiao stepped off the stage and left. Pang Tong also stood up and dusted off his clothes.

"It's getting late, I should go."

"Sir, it's raining outside. Why don't you stay here tonight? I've heard things haven't been peaceful in the county town lately," said Steward Cao.

"Not peaceful? I, the sole commander of the Soul Suppression Division, have mastered the hidden strength. Who dares to touch me? How laughable!" Pang Tong said, then got up and left.

Only Steward Cao remained in the room. He glanced at the leftover food on the table, his smile vanished, and he spat out a mouthful of bitter spittle.

"A toad trying to eat swan meat? With your meager abilities, you think you can get Fairy Yunxiao to sell herself? You're overestimating yourself."

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A moment later, Pang Tong walked out of Mingchun Tower and walked alone on a long street.

Behind him, Lin Qing kept a certain distance and followed closely.

He didn't rush to make a move. Firstly, this was a busy area, not suitable for taking action. Secondly, although Pang Tong appeared to be alone, it was hard to guarantee that he wasn't secretly protected, and he needed to be sure of that.

Either don't make a move, or if you do, make sure you can kill Pang Tong; otherwise, if you fail, you'll alert him and cause endless trouble.

And so, he remained patient and calm, following Pang Tong closely.

Finally, Pang Tong walked out of the long street and turned into a less secluded alley.

Lin Qing decided to take action because once he walked out of this alley, Pang Tong would be home in just a hundred steps, and his house was heavily guarded, so Lin Qing had no chance of winning.

With a thought, he instantly equipped himself with three martial arts techniques: Perfect Horizontal Training, Iron Armor Body Protection, Perfect Lightness Skill, Water Walking, and Perfect Hidden Weapon Skill, Flying Locust Stone.

Since Lin Qing had already mastered the Water-Walking and Flying Locust Stone techniques to a minor level, the combination of the two techniques ultimately resulted in a breakthrough in their levels.

"Our fate hangs in the balance. Tonight, it's either you or me!"

Lin Qing's gaze was firm, his heart was cold, and there was not a trace of extraneous emotional fluctuation; there was only boiling killing intent.

He suddenly accelerated, and with the enhancement of his Breakthrough Level Water-Walking, he moved like a ghost, landing silently. In an instant, he rushed forward a hundred steps, and in a flash, he was close to Pang Tong, raising his hand to strike out with a palm.

Pang Tong was already on guard; he suddenly turned around and threw a punch.

Bang!

As their fists and palms collided, Pang Tong's expression changed drastically. He was blasted away by a tremendous force, staggering back several steps.

"Extreme strength!"

"You're a martial artist with the Transformation Realm?" Pang Tong exclaimed in disbelief.

An ordinary martial artist with the power of transforming energy can have the strength of ten thousand jin, while most martial artists with the power of hidden energy have four or five thousand jin. Pang Tong, who boasts that he is a strong martial artist with the power of hidden energy, can only have a strength of more than six thousand jin with one arm.

In that clash just now, in a pure contest of strength, he was no match at all. His entire arm was numb from the shock, and even the web of his hand was cracked. Only someone with the strength of ten thousand jin could do that.

Lin Qing, his face covered with a black cloth, his gaze cold and unwavering, ignored them all and charged out once more in a flash.

Pang Tong's expression turned grave. He retreated rapidly, then shouted, "Stop! I am the Chief of the Soul Suppression Division. You'd better know what you're doing!"

Lin Qing ignored him and suddenly accelerated his pace, closing in again. He directly unleashed the first move of the Tathagata Fist Sutra, the Lotus Platform Appears.

He punched forward with both fists at the same time. What seemed like an ordinary thing was actually done with a strange breathing technique. He had to mobilize every muscle in his body, and his whole body was twisted into a rope. He gathered all the power in his body into his fists, like two meteorites, which hit Pang Tong with overwhelming force.

In a moment of panic, Pang Tong hastily raised his arm to block. With a crack, his right arm twisted and deformed, the bone shattered, and bone fragments pierced through the flesh, causing blood to gush out. He was also blasted away by the force, flying more than ten steps backward before crashing heavily to the ground.

Intense pain struck, Pang Tong's face contorted, his eyes filled with horror. The power of his fists had increased dramatically again, far exceeding ten thousand jin, reaching a number he could hardly estimate.

"Who exactly are you? In this county, martial artists at the Transformation Realm are already at their peak and are extremely rare. I have never seen anyone like you before."

Pang Tong screamed, suddenly flipped himself up, turned and ran, shouting as he ran.

"Help me!"

"A thief is committing a crime in the street!"

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Lin Qing immediately chased after him, and with a sudden flick of his wrist, three golden needles shot out.

Despite the rain, Lin Qing's strength was immense, and being a level-breaking flying locust stone, he was not greatly affected.