The Elixir is for You, The Poison is for Me

Seeing Lu Jing holding the nightstick, Xiao Yi didn't actually feel there was any big problem.

Even if Lu Jing lost all his internal energy, he certainly wouldn't just be captured without a fight. Struggling was inevitable, but it should be useless in front of the six of them.

That's what Xiao Yi thought in his heart.

So, he shouted loudly, "I, Grandpa, am the one who poisoned you!" and rushed towards Lu Jing.

Before leaving, Song Zhongwen had instructed them to keep Lu Jing alive. Firstly, it was to use Lu Jing to lure his master out and solve this major hidden danger. Secondly, it was because Song Zhongwen wanted Lu Jing to fully experience the pain of losing his martial arts, and he couldn't bear to just kill Lu Jing like that.

In Song Zhongwen's words, it was—this would be too easy for him. Keeping him alive, this young master still wants to have some fun with him.

Therefore, Xiao Yi and the others didn't carry any sharp weapons this time. Two of them held maces, two held clubs, one held a whip, and Xiao Yi himself simply went empty-handed.

He had practiced a set of boxing techniques, which could come in handy at this moment.

Xiao Yi didn't have any objections to this arrangement, because if a peerless expert like Lu Jing still had internal energy, even if they, these nobodies, brought divine weapons, they would only be delivering themselves to their deaths and adding to the opponent's armory collection.

But if Lu Jing lost his internal energy, these blunt weapons would be enough to deal with him.

In fact, his punch was aimed directly at Lu Jing's chest.

As a result, Lu Jing's gaze towards him became even stranger.

Mainly, Lu Jing really didn't expect that the six guys who came to his door would be so considerate, not even bringing a small knife. It was as if they were here specifically to give him experience points.

He was previously worried that there would be experts among those who came later, so he had Gu Caiwei set up such a table and put on that golden silk bellyband to sit here, planning to trick the opponent into using a powerful move.

But now it seemed that he was completely overthinking it. These six people's weapons were subpar, and their martial arts seemed very ordinary. They probably hadn't even entered the mainstream. The only thing they could boast about was their inexplicable self-confidence.

On the other hand, Lu Jing, after these days of life-risking training, had been grinding the Mad Demon 108 Staff Techniques all the way to the forty-first stance.

Of course, even these first forty-one stances were still far from being fully mastered, but they were already enough to deal with some low-level situations.

As early as a cup of tea ago, Lu Jing had already waited for his internal energy to be refreshed.

As he had previously expected, the refreshed internal energy only circulated in reverse once before easily breaking through the blocked acupoints. This further stimulated Lu Jing's determination to obtain the prescription.

Damn it, this stuff is too good!

It was simply designed to solve his current physical problems.

When Xiao Yi and the others made their move, Lu Shaoxia, who knew how to judge people and act accordingly, secretly gave Amu, who was waiting in the osmanthus tree, a hand signal.

Indicating that after seeing the opponent's lineup, he was okay again, and Amu could safely hang up and watch him reap experience points.

Amu naturally had no objection to this arrangement, so he sat down on the treetop, leisurely swinging his two small, stout legs.

Lu Jing couldn't wait to pick up the nightstick he had found from some corner and stood up from the stool.

This was his second proactive battle after entering the martial world that didn't involve being beaten, and the first battle against the three thugs from the Three Tiger Hall, strictly speaking, didn't even count as people from the martial world.

So, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that this was Lu Jing's maiden battle. He also wanted to use this battle to test his gains during this period and weigh his current strength.

Seeing Xiao Yi's punch coming, Lu Jing secretly shouted, "Well done!" and greeted it with the nightstick.

In terms of speed, Lu Jing was actually not as fast as Xiao Yi, who had practiced for many years, but relying on the length of the stick, he still gained an advantage and struck Xiao Yi's arm first.

Of course, this was also inseparable from Xiao Yi's own carelessness.

Seeing Lu Jing's stick coming, Xiao Yi didn't panic at all, and from Lu Jing's movement speed, he could also see that this shouldn't be the level of a peerless expert.

Is that all? Xiao Yi thought.

Xiao Yi himself was also stunned by the blow.

Lu Jing was still unable to actively mobilize the massive internal energy in his dantian, but there was no way around it. Who told him he had such a thick foundation? Even if he had only practiced martial arts for more than twenty days, casually taking out a little bit, at least martial artists below the third-rate level couldn't resist it like that. Moreover, Lu Jing was now improving rapidly every day.

However, being able to achieve success with his first move was still somewhat beyond his expectations.

Is that all?

After sending Xiao Yi a bone fracture gift package, Lu Jing couldn't help but feel a little inflated, thinking, could it be that I am a hidden staff technique genius?

But as the remaining five people rushed in and made their move, they helped Lu Shaoxia recognize reality again.

Lu Jing panicked and stepped on the steps recorded in Raging Waves, barely dodging an oncoming whip, and used the nightstick in his hand to block a mace that was smashed down.

As for the remaining mace and two clubs, Lu Jing only avoided his head, and then shamelessly used his body to take the hits.

As a result, the three people who hit him all vomited blood and flew out.

The remaining two people holding the mace and the whip couldn't help but be shocked. Lu Jing didn't take the opportunity to sneak attack while their minds were shaken, but instead gave Xiao Yi, who had a broken arm, another blow, which broke Xiao Yi's leg again.

The expression on Xiao Yi's face was also very wonderful, as if saying, why is it me again?

Lu Jing's mind was very clear.

This person was obviously the leader of this group of masked men, and he had previously admitted that the poison was his, so Lu Jing could accept letting other people run away, but this person was absolutely not allowed to escape.

And the following situation was better than Lu Jing had imagined. His stick was very fast, so he could turn around and entangle another person, that is, the guy holding the mace closest to him.

Lu Jing's moves were not fancy at all, he just used the starting stance Overhead Strike seven times in a row.

Forcing the person holding the mace to fight him head-on, and finally shaking the weapon out of the opponent's hand, and then hitting the person's head with a stick.

At this time, the last person had already run to the courtyard wall and began to climb up, and it seemed that he was about to be unable to catch up.

Lu Jing suddenly had a flash of inspiration and remembered the last stance of the Mad Demon 108 Staff Techniques—Thief, don't run!

He had only seen the posture and force of this move, but he had never practiced it. However, now he involuntarily mobilized his internal energy to his hands, then threw down the nightstick, picked up the mace on the ground and threw it out.

The mace spun in the air, drawing an arc, and finally, by chance, it really hit the person on the wall's shoulder, causing him to let out a scream and fall down.

On the other side, Lu Jing himself was also stunned. "This works? It seems I have to go to the street to play Guan Pu tomorrow, I can't waste this rare luck."