Becoming a Saint Starts with Copying Martial Arts

Chapter 58: Strength Surges, Dark Force Perfected

Ran Hongxia immediately shut up. She wasn't afraid of anyone except Wang Ling.

Wang Ling is powerful, holds a high position, and has a notorious reputation for being ruthless and cold-blooded. There are few in the entire town's Soul Division who are not afraid of him.

"These three hundred men are elite troops I transferred from the prefectural city camp. I will enter the city alone and secretly investigate everything. I will either not take any action, or if I do, I will eliminate them completely and not let a single one escape."

As Wang Ling spoke, he squeezed the horse's belly with his legs, and the horse shot out like an arrow.

...

Jiangyin County.

Lin Qing lay in bed and suddenly opened his eyes. He had slept for two whole days.

There was no other reason than that he was extremely exhausted after the transformation. He asked Shen Lian to ask the Soul Suppressing Division for leave, and then he fell asleep as soon as he lay down, and has been sleeping ever since.

At that moment, he rolled over and got up, his fatigue dissipated, and he felt refreshed and full of inexhaustible energy.

He quickly took a cold shower, then stood bare-chested in front of a bronze mirror, examining his own body.

His body was clearly defined by distinct muscle lines, with the muscles on his chest and arms undulating like hills, making him even more aesthetically pleasing than the bodies of those internet-famous fitness instructors from my previous life.

But unlike others, Lin Qing is not just a show-off; he truly possesses explosive power.

He could clearly feel that his physical strength had increased dramatically. With the slightest movement of his muscles and bones, a series of crackling sounds came from all over his body, and he naturally exuded a powerful aura that was awe-inspiring.

With a thought, he glanced at the panel and saw that his cultivation level had reached the perfection of Dark Force.

"Overnight, he went from perfecting Ming Jin to perfecting An Jin. The Record of Rebirth is truly terrifying."

"The Zhenyue Gong states that if a person has mediocre talent, he or she needs to practice diligently for twenty to thirty years to achieve mastery of internal strength."

"And I only need less than two hours. With the blessing of the Rebirth Record, even the most monstrous genius cannot compare to me."

Lin Qing was brimming with confidence. Even if the world was chaotic and the enemy was powerful, he was fearless.

"I wonder how many kilograms my arm strength is now?" Lin Qing could only vaguely sense that his arm strength had increased greatly, but he didn't have any measuring tools at hand.

He put on his coat, got up and went to the yard, where he saw a large water vat in the corner of the wall, which was filled with water.

Lin Qing walked closer, crossed his arms, and suddenly exerted force, easily lifting it above his head without feeling any pressure whatsoever.

"No, it can't be detected."

"Even if this water vat is filled with water, it will weigh no more than 1,500 jin (750 kg) at most."

"However, I am certain that the strength of my single arm has reached more than 15,000 jin, but perhaps less than 20,000 jin."

"Even if I don't reach that level, my strength is already quite formidable."

"You should know that the strength of an ordinary martial artist at the Transformation Realm is only about 10,000 jin with one arm."

A bold idea suddenly popped into Lin Qing's mind.

"Could I kill Han Shantong in a one-on-one fight right now?"

He had already figured it out: the root cause of the chaos and disorder in Jiangyin County was Han Shantong.

As long as this old man doesn't die, he will never find true peace, and the common people will never have a good life.

If he could, he would definitely take action and personally cut off the old thief's head.

"If I had a powerful lightness skill, I could give it a try. Even if I couldn't win, I could retreat at any time," Lin Qing thought to himself.

He was cautious by nature, always thinking about defeat before victory. This time, in his confrontation with Pang Tong, he once again realized the inadequacy of his lightness skill.

The Water-Walking skill was too ordinary. Even with the blessing of the Rebirth Record, which pushed his realm to the limit, he still didn't have much of an advantage against Pang Tong.

If he wants to take the initiative on the battlefield, he must have an even more powerful lightness skill so that he can move and fight whenever he wants, so that he can feel at ease.

"The Zhenhun Division's treasury should possess even more advanced light-body skills."

"However, I have the Record of Rebirth, why should I practice it myself? I just need to wait for a corpse with powerful lightness skills and copy its martial arts," Lin Qing thought to himself.

...

It was evening.

Shen Lian returned, accompanied by Yang Feng and Yu Qiuyu.

There are four rooms in the courtyard. After Shen Lian moved in, Yang Feng and Yu Qiuyu also moved in.

Because the Soul Suppression Division was filled with chaos and people were targeting and suppressing them, Yang Feng and his companion couldn't sleep soundly and had no choice but to move out.

As soon as they entered, Shen Lian and the other two were carrying food boxes, and Lin Qing could smell a rich aroma from a great distance.

"Oh, Lin Qing, are you all better now?" Shen Lian asked with a smile.

Lin Qing asked Shen Lian to help him request leave the day before yesterday, citing illness as the reason.

Although martial artists are physically strong, it doesn't mean they won't get sick.

There are many strange and unusual diseases that can kill even martial arts masters at the Transformation Realm.

"That's about enough," Lin Qingying said, glancing around. "Why buy so much good food and wine?"

"You're sick, so I bought you something good to help you recover," Yu Qiuyu said, placing a jar of wine she was holding on a wooden table in the room.

Shen Lian remained seated casually in her chair, ignoring the other three people in the room. One of her fair, fleshy legs peeked out from under her slit robe and dangled on another chair beside her, swinging back and forth.

"Not entirely. There's some great news lately, and my mother is so happy that we're going to drink to our hearts' content tonight."

"What is it?" Lin Qing already knew what was going on, but he still asked deliberately.

"That scoundrel Pang Tong is dead! I'm so happy! I wonder who did it. They really did a great thing." Shen Lian patted her plump legs, her face full of schadenfreude.

"Pang Tong is dead? Who did it?" Lin Qing was shocked.

"Who knows? Jiangyin County is getting more and more chaotic. First it was Chief Envoy Cheng, then Jiang Baihe, and now it's Pang Tong. If this continues, there will be no one left. However, I think it's a good thing. Pang Tong is dead, Lu Xingming is not in charge, and the new one is Yu Muqing, who also doesn't like to manage things. Our lives will be much better." Shen Lian said with a smile.

"Say less, or the walls may be overheard," Yang Feng warned.

"What's the panic? I'm not afraid." She waved her hand dismissively.

"Stop talking, let's eat first, the food's getting cold. Lin Qing, try this braised pork knuckle, it's Baiweilou's signature dish." Yang Feng said, placing a plate of fragrant pork knuckle in front of Lin Qing.

"Thank you, Master." Lin Qing suddenly felt a surge of appetite.

Everyone fell silent and focused solely on drinking and eating.

Before long, after a hearty meal, Lin Qing went to the courtyard and practiced the Tathagata Fist Manual as usual.

The movements of the Tathagata Fist are very complex and ever-changing. When someone asks him about it, he says that he is creating new moves. Anyway, his reputation as a martial arts prodigy is well-known, so Yang Feng and the others will not doubt him.

He was learning the fourth move, called "Heart Lamp Ignites Wisdom," a finger technique that was domineering and unparalleled, specifically designed to attack vital organs such as the heart and eyes.

Lin Qing never felt the compassion of Buddhism; instead, he felt a ruthlessness and cruelty.

This move contains 36 variations. Lin Qing quickly practiced it once, but many of his movements were not performed correctly.

It wasn't that he was stupid, nor that he hadn't grasped the essence; it was that his mind was in turmoil.

During dinner earlier, Yang Feng mentioned that because of Pang Tong's death, the entire Soul Suppression Division had been mobilized to investigate the murderer, and they even had to report to the prefectural city, which made him feel uneasy.

The people of Fucheng have many tricks up their sleeves, and it's hard to guarantee they won't uncover something. Once the truth is revealed, he will be in an extremely dangerous situation.

For a moment, all sorts of terrible images flashed through his mind, making it impossible for him to stay focused.

"You must calm your mind; if your mind is unsettled, the road ahead will be difficult."

Lin Qing took several deep breaths, clearing his mind of distractions. His gaze gradually hardened, and his heart returned to peace.

"I don't regret what I've done. If I had to do it again, I would still take action and kill Pang Tong."

"So what if we get caught? Strength is the only way to break through this impasse."

"If I become strong enough, I will be afraid of nothing."

"I will use my fists to carve a path through this corrupt and chaotic world!"