337: Chapter 135: Two Things to Discuss Separately 337: Chapter 135: Two Things to Discuss Separately The man in black struck Wang Yunxiao’s chest with his knee, like hitting old, tough leather, giving him a deep sense of powerlessness.
This guy was just too tough to beat.
At the beginning of their fight, he managed to dominate by leveraging the stimulation of the elixir, even suppressing Wang Yunxiao for a while.
However, in the subsequent dozen or so rounds, no matter how hard he tried, his opponent stood unyielding.
The physical exhaustion in actual combat far exceeded that during normal training.
While one could hold back during training, facing a matched opponent in real combat meant staying tense and going all out.
Even in professional boxing matches of the future, with rounds lasting three minutes each, boxers who trained year-long could only withstand a few rounds before entering a fatigue phase, forced to clinch each other for recovery.
After a barrage of attacks proved ineffective, and the effects of the recently consumed elixir slightly subsided, the man in black unconsciously reduced the force in his steps, looking uncertainly at the Brocade-Clothed Guard before him.
What am I fighting with?
Puffs of white steam shot from his sleeves and collar, just like a freshly boiling kettle.
Wang Yunxiao twisted his neck and, right in front of the man in black, stretched his arms out in a big yawn.
Comfortable, at last.
While practicing the Internal Cultivation Methods during the “Hundred Thousand Rivers and Mountains,” Wang Yunxiao always felt as if his body sharply segregated components, impermeable to each other.
Inner Strength was Inner Strength, meridians were meridians, and muscles were muscles; they were like strangers to each other.
If Inner Strength were likened to brine, then he was like a large elbow joint soaked in brine for days, yet never marinated thoroughly.
Is it because my cell walls are too thick?
While others have thin-skinned, juicy tangerines, do I have a grapefruit?
Anyway, whatever it was, it was just uncomfortable all over.
It wasn’t until this beating that Wang Yunxiao finally felt completely comfortable.
Tuns out, I need a good thrashing… No!
What I need is practical combat experience!
As everyone knows, physical training doesn’t immediately reduce weight.
It’s like taking out a loan: you pay upfront, then gradually burn off accumulated fat, slowly bridging the deficit.
Wang Yunxiao felt his body was in a similar state.
His original body was too weak and firmly set, not easily changeable.
Only through this violent manner, inflicting enough damage on himself, could he awaken the potential of his body and stir up the hematopoietic stem cells to get to work.
In the past, while with comrades in the Garrison Soldiers Forming Array, sharing the damage, he couldn’t achieve this training effect.
Feeling the weakening force of the opposing punches and kicks, Wang Yunxiao couldn’t help but speak up, “What did you do for a living before, master?
Just this much and you’re out?
Are you kidney deficient?
Why not roast some kidney boosting treasures to supplement yourself!”
No man could bear such an insult.
The man in black shrieked and swung both fists with all his might toward Wang Yunxiao’s face.
Bang—!
Loss of rationality meant wide open defenses; the man in black was met with a counter whip-kick to the chest from Wang Yunxiao, stopping his eerie wail suddenly, as he was kicked out like a cannonball.
Body temperature was still rising.
Wearing leather clothes during hot weather was truly uncomfortable, feeling like being slow-cooked on mild heat in an oven.
However, the main reason was still that his body’s metabolism was operating at a high speed.
Wang Yunxiao loosened his neckline, picked up his helmet from the ground, put it back on, and walked out.
The gunshots just now had already attracted the patrol police on the street.
The police force of Nantong District was already insufficient, and at this sensitive time point, it was stretched even thinner.
Wang Yunxiao looked up and saw the two patrol police who had just stopped the wedding procession.
Together with them, there were only four or five officers, which was all the police presence in this area.
They could only serve as a “presence”, but practically, they couldn’t solve any real problems.
“Sir, may I have a word with you?”
Most martial artists had tough skin and flesh—don’t be fooled by how Wang Yunxiao had just kicked the man in black quite a distance away, leaving him breathless on the ground.
If he caught his breath and got up to fight again, dealing with just a few petty patrol police would be no issue for him.
For safety’s sake, Wang Yunxiao decided to finish him off, but as he had taken a few steps, he was stopped.
The person blocking his way was a young man in his twenties, dressed in a green shirt and short tunic, with a sachet and jade pendant at his waist, and a folding fan in his hand—clearly a pampered young master from a wealthy family.
“I am the owner of this Sea Red Mansion, my surname is Su, given name Jianqing.”
The young man smiled and said with a bow, “I see you have expended quite a bit of energy today, sir.
It’s getting late, and causing more commotion would disturb the neighborhood—it might be best to leave things here for today.”
Wang Yunxiao scoffed, “You say it ends here and so it should end here?”
“Naturally, I have an explanation for you, sir.”
Su Jianqing opened his folding fan and symbolically fanned Wang Yunxiao, whispering, “I don’t know you, sir, and I believe you didn’t come here specifically for my little business.
I’ve just inquired about the situation—do you have an interest in Mr.
Leng or Mr.
Liu?
I happen to have some insider information that might be of assistance to you.”
“Oh?”
His words piqued Wang Yunxiao’s interest, “What says Mr.
Leng?
And what about Mr.
Liu?”
Su Jianqing smiled, “These are two separate matters, not to be confused.”
Wang Yunxiao fixed his gaze into his eyes for a long moment and said in a deep voice, “Are you negotiating with me?”
“I wouldn’t dare.”
Su Jianqing shook his head, “As the saying goes, you can’t get fat with one bite.
I see you’re usually busy with official duties.
It’s better to have fewer worries…”
“Whether I’m busy or not is my own concern—let’s first discuss this Mr.
Leng.
I already know he is a disciple of the Cuojin Sect, you’d better tell me something I don’t know.”
Su Jianqing smiled, “Mr.
Leng Nian is a well-known figure on the streets of Tianmen City, a public figure with nothing much secret to reveal.
But sir, are you aware of what the Cuojin Sect has been planning recently?”
“Arranging ghost marriages?”
Wang Yunxiao thought that these fengshui masters were only capable of this—you couldn’t expect them to pull off any real tricks, could you?
“The ghost marriages are a facade—they’ve been using it as a pretense to gather women, and eventually sending them all to Qian King’s Mansion.”
“Qian King is of such an old age, what does he need so many women for?”
“Who knows if Prince Qian has some peculiar talents, but then again…”
Su Jianqing lowered his voice, “This kind of thing, if it were in the past, would definitely provoke the intervention of the Red Lantern Society or the Qianjin Church.
But this time, both are too distracted with their own troubles, and Qian King’s Mansion doesn’t have the power to handle this alone.
So, there must be a façade at Qian King’s Mansion, or rather, it might be a part of some bigger scheme.”