Chapter 3: Supernatural Powers

Slow down, slow down, you are too slow

The next day, the villagers brought in several iron-boned tigers, azure serpents, thunderbirds, and golden turtles. The elderly men and women had a target and were full of enthusiasm, but this provoked the anger of the pharmacist: "If he drinks too much spirit blood at once, it will kill him!"

The butcher shouted loudly, his twin knives flying like rain, the clanging sound of critical hits resembling a torrential downpour on pear blossoms. He sternly commanded: "Hurry! Faster! Your pig-killing knife can be even quicker! The technique of Night Battle in the City amidst Wind and Rain demands speed; the pig-killing knife must be as swift as the wind and rain in the night, spreading throughout the entire city! Give me even more speed!"

However, ever since the limping man cheerfully stabbed to death the woman who crawled out of the cowhide by the river, Qin Mu has become somewhat less certain.

Qin Mu steadied his mind; today, the skills imparted to him by Master Ma and Grandpa Tu were different from those in the past. Previously, they had taught him to practice sword techniques and boxing, but this time, they surprisingly mentioned a single term.

Boom

After a moment, the silver needle ceased to spray. The pharmacist removed the needle and glared at the old man and old woman: "Progress gradually, step by step. If you try to feed him all at once to make him a big fat boy, you will only end up making him burst! He is still a bit overstuffed now, and you all have your work cut out for you. Later, the butcher will practice his knife skills with him, Master Ma will practice boxing with him, and you, the lame one, will accompany him to practice his legs to help him digest."

Master Ma's fists grew faster and faster, as thousands of arms seemed to hold lightning in their palms, crackling with electric sparks; each strike resonated with thunder, and electric light splattered everywhere

Oh my God!

A series of thunderous sounds echoed, and Qin Mu found it difficult to perceive the speed of Master Ma's punches with the naked eye. The afterimages of the fists made him see that the one-armed Master Ma was no longer one-armed, but had grown thousands of arms.

The shepherd can hold on! Granny Si has full confidence in Qin Mu

The smile of the cripple is a smile that conceals a dagger; no one knows whether his smile is genuine or false.

The butcher supported himself with both hands on the ground, surprisingly leaped up, and landed on a single wooden post. He had no lower body, and his upper body stood on the post, approximately the same height as Qin Mu.

This word is somewhat unfamiliar; it is the first time he has heard it

He smiled and said to Qin Mu: "Mu'er, the butcher boasts about his knife, Master Ma praises his fists, but the true skill lies in the legs. If you can't cut down your opponent and can't defeat them, what should you do? Of course, you must run; life is the most important! Life is not just about poetry and distant places, but also about survival! Therefore, living is victory! As long as you run fast enough, you can run on walls, run on water, and even run in the sky! If you run fast enough, everything is level ground; flames and air are all level ground! As long as you run fast enough, you can run on walls, run on water, and even run in the sky! If you run fast enough, everything is level ground; flames and air are all level ground! When you run so fast that the sound is behind you and cannot catch up, then you can be considered to have initially mastered the skill of leg techniques. Mu'er, come, step on the iron ingot."

The darkness, as if alive, seemed to be quite angered by the butcher raising his knife against it, pressing down upon the village with an overwhelming force, as if it intended to devour the village entirely

The blade glimmered faster, resembling three silver dragons weaving and darting around a wooden post. The sound of the wind grew louder, and the hissing of the blade's energy mingled with the wind. When it struck the ground, deep grooves suddenly appeared on the surface.

Hoo.

The pharmacist shot them a glare, fell silent, and took out the insect eggs to continue refining the blood. However, something still went awry. This time, the Four Spirits Blood was somewhat excessive; after Qin Mu consumed it, his body swelled up as if inflated, causing the elderly men and women to become extremely anxious, fearing that he might explode with a loud bang.

His blade sliced through the air, and the friction between the blade and the air unexpectedly ignited into flames. The two blades moved like two fire dragons, weaving back and forth, their momentum growing increasingly astonishing

The fire dragon charged directly at Qin Mu, who seemed unable to resist. Suddenly, two fire dragons soared into the sky, tearing apart the darkness above the remnants of the old village, astonishing beyond measure

That is a knife mark

Qin Mu unleashed the Eight Styles of Thunder Sound, attacking Master Ma. Although Master Ma was one-armed, he effortlessly deflected all of Qin Mu's attacks with ease.

Mu'er, come practice the sword!

Grandpa Tu, be careful

Grandpa Tu has gone mad again. However, Grandpa Tu's knife skills are truly remarkable, having refined his technique to a level of mastery. When will I be able to practice and become as fast as he is?

This is the Thousand-Hand Buddha from the Eight Styles of Thunder Sound! As long as your fist is faster than the sound, you can control the thunder. Each punch and palm can destroy the opponent's soul and body, leaving them in eternal damnation, never to be reborn!

Qin Mu wielded his single knife, moving swiftly up and down, advancing towards the butcher. The blade's glimmer intensified, and the sound of the wind howled, merging into a single entity

Qin Mu charged towards the butcher on the wooden stump with a knife in one hand. The butcher laughed heartily, and although he had only half a body, he still appeared to be full of bravado.

However, the stone statues at the four corners of the village suddenly became brighter, pushing back the darkness

The pharmacist had his own thoughts and said: "Let him drink the spirit blood, drink as much as possible, drink with all his might! Each time he drinks the spirit blood, it can enhance his physique a little. Although it may not awaken the spirit body, his physical quality will definitely be superior to any spirit body!"

Qin Mu looked at the mad butcher with admiration, put down the pig-killing knife, and went to find the one-armed Master Ma

A single punch kills a dragon

A deep rumble of thunder echoed, that was Master Ma's fist striking, resembling the sound of thunder exploding

The butcher, frenzied and wild, wielded his knives with a dance that left Qin Mu dazzled, exclaiming: "Burn! Burn! Let your knife burn, let your energy burn, let your spirit burn! After burning, there will be divine abilities!"

Master Ma retracted his fist and said in a deep voice: "Use the Thunder Sound Eight Forms I taught you to attack me, unleash the thunder sound, grasp the lightning, and control the thunder!"

Unlike the butcher, who, despite appearing mad, always exercises restraint when sparring with Qin Mu and has never harmed him, Master Ma shows no mercy. Whenever there is a flaw in Qin Mu's technique, he strikes with a punch. Although the punches are not heavy, Qin Mu quickly finds himself bruised and battered.

The two exchanged a smile, and the pharmacist walked out of the room, closing the door behind him

The legs are the wind, the earth, the root of strength

The pharmacist took out several hollow silver needles and inserted them into Qin Mu's back and at the crown of his head. One could see the needle holes emitting streams of red, blue, and purple energy.

The mute blacksmith, dragging two thunderbirds, grinned and chuckled, his mouth devoid of a tongue

Night battles in the city amidst wind and rain

It was not until Qin Mu could no longer continue that Master Ma allowed him to rest

Boom boom boom

The pig slaughtering knife in Qin Mu's hand is of the same size, but it has only one blade, which is quite heavy, weighing around twenty pounds. During ordinary times, a young man could only lift one blade, but since he consumed the blood of the Four Spirits, his strength has increased significantly, allowing him to lift the pig slaughtering knife with one hand without feeling its weight.

The butcher's pig slaughtering knife resembles an ordinary pig slaughtering knife, yet it is several sizes larger. The knife measures three feet and two inches in length, with a thick spine and a thin blade, polished to a bright shine. When the two blades are placed together, they resemble two arched doors, impressively large.

Darkness surged over the village, engulfing both the fire dragons and the glint of blades.

Qin Mu was stunned; the butcher's knife was truly terrifying

Divine power

The butcher's knife must cut through flames to be considered a divine skill, while my fist must strike with the sound of thunder to be deemed a divine skill

The butcher, with a knife in each hand, stands on a wooden stump, looking up to the sky and shouting, somewhat madly: "I will eventually split this darkness, I will eventually kill my way back! What was severed was my waist, what I lost were my legs, but not my head! I will kill ... ... "

Very good, this is exactly how it should be! The faster your blade, the stronger the blade's aura will be. However, you are not fast enough; you must be fast enough to make your blade intent like a raging fire, burning, and then burning again

The village chief chuckled, "It will definitely scare the hell out of those bastards outside the big market."

Master Ma wore a serious expression, his single arm clenched into a fist, the bones emitting a series of crackling sounds. He said calmly: "Mu'er, when can you achieve the ability to grasp lightning in your hand? Then your fists will be considered to have made some progress. The butcher's knife is swift, but my fists break through the limits of sound, shatter the constraints of air, and unleash unparalleled power! One hand can also practice martial arts; one hand is equivalent to a thousand hands, and a single hand can produce the sound of thunder!" The butcher's knife is swift, but my fists break through the limits of sound, shatter the constraints of air, and unleash unparalleled power! One hand can also practice martial arts; one hand is equivalent to a thousand hands, and a single hand can produce the sound of thunder!

The butcher held two pig-killing knives in both hands. Unlike ordinary pig-killing knives, which are less than one foot long, have a round wooden handle, and feature a curved blade resembling a crescent moon with three-quarters cut away.

The cripple leaned on a crutch, having only one leg left, yet it was he who taught Qin Mu the art of leg techniques. In the past, Qin Mu believed that the most normal person in the village was Grandpa Cripple, who always wore a simple smile, giving people an impression of great reliability