The Elixir is for You, The Poison is for Me

The man across from him made a fist and saluted, considering it a greeting before the fight. According to martial arts etiquette, Lu Jing should have responded in kind. However, because he couldn't sense any Qi, he hadn't learned any techniques. The palm and leg techniques that his master was so proud of hadn't been taught to him either. The only thing Lu Jing had practiced was stance training, so he could only adopt a horse stance and awkwardly return the salute, barely managing to get by.

After finishing, Lu Jing placed his hands back on his thighs, considering it the completion of all his actions, entering a passive state.

Seeing this, the burly man surnamed Fang didn't waste any more words. He retracted his saluting hands and placed them at his waist. His left toes, which were originally just lightly touching the ground, now firmly planted. Immediately after, his right foot also stepped forward, reducing the distance between them to less than two feet. Then, accompanied by a light "Hmph," his left fist, as big as a casserole, smashed towards Lu Jing's side ribs.

The burly man surnamed Fang wasn't as reckless as he appeared on the surface. He was still cautious. Firstly, he was worried that Lu Jing was young and wouldn't abide by martial morality, going back on his word about only taking the beating without retaliating, and launching a sneak attack when his technique was spent.

On the other hand, he saw that Lu Jing's small frame didn't seem very durable, and he was worried that his full-force punch would directly kill him. This would not only cause unnecessary trouble, but their plan would also be impossible to continue.

Therefore, he only used about fifty percent of his strength in this punch, hitting the young man's right side ribs, creating a muffled thud. But then he saw Lu Jing's body only sway slightly, before returning to normal, continuing to stand there as if being punished.

The burly man surnamed Fang, however, staggered back six steps in a row, his whole body swaying left and right as if drunk, the iron rings on his arms clanging, unable to steady himself at all.

The people in the courtyard were all shocked by this, especially the six who had come with the burly man surnamed Fang. No one knew their companion's strength better than they did. If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they wouldn't have believed that someone could use their ribs to block the burly man surnamed Fang's punch. Moreover, Lu Jing was not only unharmed, but he had also sent the burly man surnamed Fang flying. Besides the word "absurd," they couldn't think of any other words to describe their feelings at this moment.

"A true master doesn't reveal himself. Your Excellency has great skill!"

The burly man surnamed Fang only stopped when he reached the edge of the door. His martial arts were clearly better than Qin Xiaotou, who had attacked Lu Jing before. Moreover, that punch wasn't a full-force attack, he had held back half of his strength to prevent accidents. Therefore, after adjusting his breathing, he was quickly able to speak again. However, the way he looked at Lu Jing no longer held any contempt or composure, his expression unprecedentedly serious and solemn, even with a hint of respect.

He obviously didn't know that Lu Jing on the other side had just put the heart he was holding back into his stomach.

Lu Jing knew that he had guessed correctly again. Although he now hardly felt any bloating pain in his dantian, the things inside that made his meridians feel warm hadn't disappeared, they were just quietly lurking in his dantian.

Until the burly man surnamed Fang's punch attacked, that warm current became active again, rushing towards his side ribs, not only successfully defending against the burly man surnamed Fang's punch, but also, similar to the situation when facing Qin Xiaotou last time, a part of the warm current invaded the other party's body along the burly man surnamed Fang's fist, and then… he was inexplicably praised for his good skills again.

Lu Jing scratched his head. He didn't know what the other side's "good skills" were referring to. From beginning to end, he had only adopted a horse stance that everyone in the martial arts world knew.

On the other side, the burly man surnamed Fang took advantage of this gap to check his body. He had only heard that there were powerful masters who could protect their bodies with internal energy, but he never thought that he would one day be fortunate enough to see it. The punch he had just thrown was powerful and heavy, but Lu Jing really didn't reach out to block or retreat to dodge from beginning to end, just letting his fist land on his body.

Then, the burly man surnamed Fang felt a deep and unimaginable internal force dissolve all the force on his fist.

Not only that, but the subsequent recoil also caused him some internal injuries, which made the burly man surnamed Fang's heart be filled with horror. Looking at the young man in front of him, he was no longer the ignorant and filial, overestimating person from before, but clearly a master he had never encountered in his life.

The terrifying power displayed by the other party shouldn't be something a young man of this age should have. It was ridiculous that he was still planning how to force Lu Jing to cooperate with their actions. If they really fought, he was afraid that even if the seven of them went together, they wouldn't be a match for the young man in front of him.

Compared to martial arts, what the burly man surnamed Fang admired even more was Lu Jing's character.

People in the martial arts world had long been accustomed to speaking with their fists. Whoever's fist was bigger, their words were more reasonable. Few people were like Lu Jing, who clearly had a harder fist than others, but was still willing to stand here honestly and reason.

Lu Jing scratched his head as he listened to Fang Zijing's words. What, could it be that fighting could also purify the soul? Looking at Fang Zijing, who had completed his soul sublimation in a short moment, Lu Jing didn't dare to speculate about the other side's mental journey. In addition, he didn't know why his title could change while fighting. Going from Little Brother Lu to Young Hero Lu for no reason was still acceptable. However, Lu Jing still heard Fang Zijing's intention to stop in his words.

So, was this matter finally coming to an end? Before Lu Jing could be happy, he saw Fang Zijing, as if he had made some determination, reaching out and taking off the eighteen iron rings that were on his arm one by one, throwing them on the ground. Then, he knelt on one knee and made a fist salute again, "Fang is too ashamed to throw the remaining two punches, but there is still a request, I hope Young Hero Lu can fulfill it."

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