Becoming a God Starting from a Water Monkey

The cold moonlight shone on the martial arts arena, making the whole place look like mercury.

There were several people standing on the eaves of the martial arts hall.

Yang Dongxiong stood on the eaves in the front, looking at the roaring young man below, watching him clenching his teeth in hatred and looking ferocious, but he did not stop the farce.

Beside everyone, the apprentice who had been arrested to explain the cause and effect was sweating profusely on his forehead and trembling with fear.

"I'm over there!"

Liang Qu suddenly let go, shook off the hold of the two men, and returned to the center of the venue amidst the calls.

The moonlight shone sideways on Liang Qu's sharp face, intertwining light and dark. The tall bridge of his nose cast a shadow, leaving one of his eyes hidden in the shadow, while the other was calm and expressionless.

Ten steps apart, the two parties faced each other.

One person on one side and seven people on the other side.

Moonlight and lights illuminated the night.

Liang Qu stood up straight, like a sharp sword out of his body, and everyone's eyes were focused on him.

This shit is so damn good at pretending.

Lu Tingcai became increasingly angry, especially when he saw the looks of the female apprentices beside him. He almost went crazy. He stretched out his hand to pick up the wooden stick on the weapon rack beside him.

The martial arts hall is open to competition and has weapon racks, but in order to prevent young people from making real fire, there are only wooden sticks and no sharp weapons.

Lu Tingcai turned around and said, "I'll just do it myself for a newcomer, so that he can know how to respect him."

Everyone nodded, they felt the same way.

There were so many people watching, and it was really embarrassing for seven people to go up together.

Lu Tingcai swung his stick, sneered, and walked forward slowly, like a hill.

He was 1.9 meters tall and could overlook the underdeveloped Liang Qu.

Especially as the distance shrinks, it becomes even more astonishing.

Li Libo and Chen Jiechang swallowed their saliva behind Liang Qu, but no matter how they called, Liang Qu seemed not to hear them.

Lu Tingcai walked forward, getting closer little by little. When he was about three meters away, he laughed ferociously, kicked the ground suddenly, and rushed over like a sharp arrow.

Starting from the ground, Lu Tingcai tensed his muscles and used force to rotate every inch, twisting from the sole of his left foot to his right hand, and then to the short stick.

He held up a wooden stick as thick as an egg and smashed it down on the top door of Liangqu. The wooden stick cut through the wind with a frightening whistle.

Lu Tingcai couldn't wait to see Liang Qu's bloody head. Driven by anger, such an angle and speed were almost perfect, completely beyond his expectation.

The opponent was so horrified that he was as motionless as a piece of wood, and the violent pleasure rose from his chest.

Liang Qu remained calm until the shadow of the stick was in front of him. He stepped forward, stretched out his hand to pinch Lu Tingcai's wrist, and said goodbye. With great strength, he gently and skillfully snatched the wooden stick from his hand and gave it a mouthful. , whipped him to the ground.

There was silence, so quiet that you could hear the wind in the distance.

Everyone's pupils were dilated at this moment, and the victory or defeat was determined in just a moment.

Almost no one saw Liang Qu's movements, which were too fast and too cruel.

Li Libo and Chen Jiechang behind Liang Qu opened their mouths, as if something was blocking their throats.

The crickets chirped again.

The moonlight shone on the top of Lu Tingcai's head, and it was as cold as ice. His wrists were swollen, and he covered his face. He was pale, and he didn't understand what happened at all.

What's going on, I just, I just got slapped?

In an instant, the veins on Lu Tingcai's forehead were exposed and throbbing. He put his hands on the ground, jumped up suddenly, and struck with his fist.

Liang Qu grabbed Lu Tingcai's forearm to block him, and then slapped him on the face with a clean "snap".

Everyone saw it clearly, and everyone was dumbfounded.

Lu Tingcai sat there blankly, in disbelief. Unspeakable shame and anger surged into his heart. He panted on the ground like a dog and wanted to jump up.

Liang Qu didn't give him another chance to counterattack. He stepped forward and drew out the short stick in his hand.

Lu Tingcai only saw the wooden stick turned into an afterimage, and it was swung hard on the side of his face. A mouthful of sweet blood spurted out. He rolled and fell to the ground, half of his face was completely numb. He didn't know it was Not the entire row of teeth on one side fell out.

Liang Qu lowered his eyebrows, looked at a few broken teeth on the ground, and took a step forward.

"Don't come over!" Lu Tingcai covered his face and shouted in fear!

"Hurry, come on!"

Only then did the six sluggish people on the other side react, calling and rushing forward.

Liang Qu took another step, raised the wooden stick high, and wanted to knock out all the teeth on the other side of Lu Tingcai, but there was already a roar in front of him.

Liang Qu lowered his waist by stepping and lunging, pushing his left knee at a 90-degree angle to exert force, twisting his waist, and the short stick whizzed, drawing a large arc in the air!

Xue Dingyi was hit on the lower jaw by a short stick. He spit out a mouthful of blood, his whole face was distorted, and he rolled and fell to the ground.

Like boiling water pouring snowballs, the people behind Xue Dingyi hurriedly retreated to both sides.

On the other side, the stocky evil man who rushed over let out a low roar, picked up his stick and hit Liang Qu on the shoulder, but a terrible heart palpitation suddenly enveloped him, and the blood in his heart seemed to flow backwards for a moment, and his movements were erratic.

Liang Qu stepped forward and struck the short, sturdy man on the wrist with his short stick. Before Liang Qu could relax, an unstoppable force of violence was transmitted to Liang Qu's arm. Liang Qu paused, holding back his energy and blood, and convulsed. Return the short stick, turn your wrist, point out the stick, and hit the attacker's Dantian.

The visitor couldn't come back for a breath, his body shook for a while and fell to the ground.

The remaining three roared and swarmed forward, waving wooden sticks and hitting them down. There were too many and too close. Liang Qu blocked two of them, but someone jumped up and swung them and hit Liang Qu on the head.

Liang Qu felt that the entire skull cavity was vibrating like an iron bell being struck, and blood overflowed from his nose and mouth at the same time.

Then someone climbed up from behind and hit him on the back again. Liang Qu stared, almost tearing the corners of his eyes. He held his breath, the veins on his forearms twisted like snakes, and kicked the person in front of him away. It turned around and swept across. The man who got up had no time to dodge, and his side ribs were shattered with a stick.

There were too many people, and those who fell stood up again. Four or five sticks were swung at the same time, and two of them were fended off, but three of them were always hit.

There was chaos in the martial arts field in an instant. The development of things was beyond everyone's expectations. Everyone watched blankly, not knowing what to do.

The bloody stick, the ferocious expression, the torn muscles, the silver full moon, the shaking candlelight, the cold eyes, the flickering starlight in the sky...

One after another, the figures rushed forward and hit Liang Qu with the short stick, but he seemed to feel no pain. With his physical strength, he drew out the stick one after another, flying away the figures that were pressing him.

Lu Tingcai and the others climbed up slower and slower, and the sticks in their hands became weaker and weaker.

But Liang Qu became more and more angry, and the stick in his hand seemed to be splitting the person in half!

The faces covered with blood were distorted, and the cold night became terrifying.

Someone threw out the short stick in his hand and replaced it with a green brick. However, before it could hit Liang Qu, he was beaten to pieces with the bricks.

The short stick suddenly broke, and Liang Qu suddenly rushed forward, hugged a person's waist and knocked him to the ground. The man rolled his eyes and let go of the short stick in his hand.

Liang Qu reached out and grabbed the man's hair, picked up his head and smashed it to the ground. A dent was made in the hard yellow mud, and his face was bruised.

Another stick hit his back. Regardless of the pain, Liang Qu took a deep breath, grabbed the short stick and turned over. With a round swing, the man was knocked to the ground again, with several ribs broken.

Liang Qu turned around with his stick, but his swing was empty.

No one was left standing anymore.

He lowered his head, seeing blood and broken teeth all over the floor.

Round blood drops dripped from the head of the stick.

Liang Qu was half-kneeling on the ground, with wailing young men everywhere behind him. His side cheeks bulged, he pushed it with his tongue, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and his throat blocked by blood stasis began to breathe smoothly again.

"call."

Liang Qu took a deep breath and propped the wooden stick in his hand on the ground. His torn muscles trembled and squeezed out the last bit of strength. He stood up unsteadily and stood upright in the middle of the field.

Li Libo and Chen Jiechang opened their mouths completely, shouting without making a sound.

The apprentices on the edge of the martial arts arena fell into an eerie silence.

Liang Qu let out a long breath leisurely, which could not hide the fatigue and pain all over his body.

One against seven is too much.

and......

Liang Qu raised his head and saw the person standing on the eaves under the moonlight.

With the fusion degree approaching fifty, he was able to slightly control the blood. Unfortunately, it was not subtle enough and could only act on the heart where the blood was most concentrated, causing a very brief reverse flow.

But Liang Qu only used it once. When he was twisting his body, he saw the person on the roof and guessed who it was, so he didn't dare to use it again.

"Lu Tingcai, Xue Dingyi, Yu Weilong, Xiang Quji... the seven of you will no longer come to the martial arts gym!"

After the dust settled, several figures jumped down from the roof, and loud voices spread throughout the martial arts arena.

The leader, the old man, came to Liang Qu, and there was no emotion or anger in his tone.

"Your name is Liang Qu, right?"

"yes."

Liang Qu lowered his head and smiled tiredly.

"Are you interested in becoming my disciple?"