The Art of Brick Fighting

Peng—

He died without ever knowing what had just happened.

But the four men around him saw it clearly... When he rushed toward Chu Liang, Chu Liang suddenly crouched low, his steps sliding sideways like a phantom, and appeared behind him. In his palm, at some unknown moment, was half a gold brick.

One brick.

That was all it took to smash the back of the wicked shaman’s skull, sending brain matter flying—a death with no hope of survival.

Chu Liang gazed at the fallen old man before him, his expression indifferent.

So much bluster for so long... and this is all the strength you have?

He couldn’t really blame him. Truth be told, Chu Liang’s physique certainly didn’t look as if he had practiced even the slightest bit of martial arts. Who could have guessed that a single strike with the brick would carry the strength of ten tigers?

Moreover, Chu Liang had once sought advice on martial arts techniques from Yun Chaoxian.

At that time, Yun Chaoxian asked him what weapon he was most adept at. If it was what he used most, it would naturally be the sword. But if it was about what felt most comfortable in hand, Chu Liang privately favored the brick.

Unfortunately, no one in the martial world had ever created a technique uniquely for the brick.

Thanks to Yun Chaoxian’s profound martial arts mastery, he thought a moment and taught Chu Liang a set of skills called “Flowback Movement.” When performed, it made one’s steps nimble and phantomlike, shifting unpredictably forward and back.

With his greatly enhanced strength, the speed at which Chu Liang could unleash this movement had also increased dramatically. Paired with an indestructible gold brick, it formed a unique—brick fighting art.

No matter how advanced the sorcery, a single brick would lay it low.

In fact—

The moment Chu Liang saw the old man, he’d already prepared to crush the Jade Talisman and summon his master.

After all, wicked shamans were devious and poisonous, their methods unfathomable; one could easily fall victim to them, and this man’s cultivation surpassed Chu Liang’s. He truly had no confidence in facing him.

But who could have guessed that the man would activate the forbidden zone?

The instant the forbidden zone was triggered, Chu Liang genuinely worried: what if it could suppress the Jade Talisman as well?

But then he thought again.

If all arts are forbidden...

What is there to fear?

Should I be afraid of your sinewy old muscles?

It’s true, ordinary martial artists might not be able to defeat shamans who could kill tigers and leopards.

But Chu Liang’s strength was far from ordinary.

If the Tiger Vitality Pill had altered his physique along with his strength, making him as burly as Yun Chaoxian, these shamans would surely have reconsidered.

Regrettably, it hadn’t.

So they took him for an easy target.

After the old man died, the forbidden zone did not disappear. It seemed the duration of the sorcery wouldn’t end with the death of its caster.

Chu Liang looked up at the other four black-clad men. They had originally charged toward him alongside the old man, closing in—only to witness the old man felled by a single brick.

The situation suddenly became awkward.

If they didn’t attack, the mood had already been set. But if they did, they’d be walking straight into disaster.

What should they do?

The black-clad men exchanged glances, then shouted in unison, “All together!”

With that cry, only the one in front, armed with a long blade, rushed forward. The other three spun on their heels and ran.

The one with the blade froze, never expecting to be the last pure soul among the shamans.

Fortunately, he had no time to feel disheartened.

Chu Liang was already behind him—a single brick.

Peng.

Though the other three fled in different directions, Chu Liang’s speed, bolstered by the strength of ten tigers, was far beyond theirs. A few leaps, and he caught up to each one—each received a brick.

Not a single man made it off the terrace.

In just a moment, one against five.

Five consecutive decisive strikes.

After the battle ended, Chu Liang almost felt pity for these shamans.

Had they not mistaken him for some genius master and played these tricks, he would never have stood a chance against them united.

Of course, in that case, they might have perished at the hands of Princess Phoenix.

Hm.

Thinking about it, being felled by a brick might be a kinder fate.

...

After the battle, Chu Liang skipped his favorite corpse-looting ritual and dashed downstairs.

Leaving the forbidden zone on the second-story terrace, the sense of isolation vanished instantly. Ahead, in the courtyard, he heard shouts and rumbling explosions.

Clearly, Yun Chaoxian was locked in fierce combat.

Rushing into the courtyard, Chu Liang saw a massive tree spirit standing in the center—its form half-human, still wearing a bronze mask, the other half transformed into countless branches and greenery, sprawling and multiplying until the entire courtyard was filled with its thick limbs!

Yun Chaoxian, meanwhile, had already completed the most crucial step—bursting out of his clothes.

Yes, he stood bare-chested, wielding his giant halberd, the bloody tattoo on his back faintly visible. Swinging his divine weapon with wild vigor, he was slicing through the thick branches as effortlessly as chopping vegetables, advancing relentlessly toward the divine envoy’s main body!

Yun Chaoxian’s cultivation must have included one of the supreme techniques of the Heavenly Gang Sect—the “Mystic Gang Dominant Body Formula.” Whenever his strength peaked, a divine seal would appear on his back, allowing him to break through his limits and fight ever more fiercely.

With a sweep of his halberd, a whirlwind raged within a five-zhang radius. No matter how thick or numerous the vines extended, they could not escape being shredded instantly.

After only a few steps, Yun Chaoxian was already close to the tree spirit’s trunk. With a thunderous roar, he brought the halberd down from above!

Peng—

Though it was a slash, it sounded like an explosion!

There was no sensation of striking flesh, for as the halberd descended, the divine envoy’s upper body suddenly transformed into tree trunk. The halberd cleaved down, embedding itself in the wood.

But this trunk was far from ordinary—it clamped the Mountain River Halberd tight for a moment.

Then, the divine envoy’s upper body appeared again atop a branch, letting out a sinister cackle. With a wave of his hand, countless branches closed in on Yun Chaoxian, preparing for a joint attack.

At that moment, Chu Liang leapt out and shouted, “Ten Thousand Sword Technique!”

“Hm?” The divine envoy was startled.

He knew the Tiger King had been slain by a volley of the Ten Thousand Sword Technique, and had specially warned the wicked shaman about Chu Liang, so he was on guard.

Seeing Chu Liang appear now, it was clear the shaman had failed as well.

Hearing Chu Liang call out the Ten Thousand Sword Technique, he was immediately alert, fearing he might share the Tiger King’s fate. With a wave, most of his branches and vines blocked Chu Liang’s direction.

Preparing to defend against the terrifying Ten Thousand Sword Technique.

Yet, though he had committed many evils, he hadn’t yet accrued the bloodstained aura that would attract the Red Name Sword’s interest.

Chu Liang raised his hand, releasing only a hundred sword lights, which struck the tree wall with a soft hiss.

The attack wasn’t terribly damaging.

But it greatly distracted the divine envoy, relieving the pressure on Yun Chaoxian. With a leap, Yun Chaoxian easily reached the divine envoy’s main body.

By the time the envoy realized Chu Liang had only unleashed a minor Hundred Sword Technique, it was already too late.

Yun Chaoxian’s Mountain River Halberd, howling in the wind, crashed down!

Boom—

The blow was mighty, cleaving the envoy into fragments!

Amid the thunderous din, a handsome young man’s sigh could be faintly heard—

“Ah... what a shame.”