It has been three years since I came to this martial arts world similar to ancient China.

Why do you say it is similar?

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One day, I woke up in a small village. I was reduced to about ten years old and had no inch. I could only be a unkempt beggar with a thick face and relied on the villagers to give me some cold rice and leave.

Being heavily blunt, bullied, not covering one's body, hunger and cold...

Just as I thought I was going to spend my tragic life like this, I didn't expect something happened beyond my imagination.

This incident reversed my entire life!

It was a lazy afternoon, and I was curled up in the corner at the end of an alley.

Suddenly, the sound of messy footsteps woke me up from my dream. When I opened my eyes, I found that a young man in brocade was chased by a group of big men and blocked in the alley.

The boy was only sixteen or seven years old, with empty hands, while the big men were holding sticks, swords and guns and other weapons, surrounded him with murderous intent.

Seeing those sharp and shiny blades, I couldn't help but have a cold war and decided to pretend to be asleep.

"Hey, don't pretend to be dead. Do you think they will leave you as a living person after they kill me?" the young man suddenly said in a deep voice.

Maybe they were blind and didn't see me?

I cursed in my heart, but I also knew that the boy was right, so I had to stand up with a tough bullet and deliberately knocked on the corner of the wall with a bamboo pole: "Who? What are you saying? I can't understand..."

After saying that, he rolled his eyes and began to cough.

Since you don’t succeed in pretending to be asleep and pretending to die, you have good eyes, so I can pretend to be blind?

"Do you think we are blind or fools?" The leading man said angrily, "I will kill you first!"

"Ah, I was discovered?" I blinked and hid behind the boy.

"How is it? If you don't fight hard now, you will die later." The young man said.

"Look at my small body, what are you going to do to fight?" I spread my hands.

"You don't have to rush out, you just need to hide behind me and knock their calves with a bamboo pole." The boy said.

"Can you do it?" I was half-believing and half-doubted.

"I don't believe it. A little beggar can save you!" The leader of the man spat on the ground and raised the ghost-headed sword in his hand: "Little ones, come on for me."

The big men who had been approaching slowly received the order and rushed over with a huh.

Unfortunately, this is an alley.

The alley is not too narrow, allowing two people to walk side by side; but the big men are holding weapons and want to use them. Such a little bit of space is enough for one person to step forward, and the others are at most rushing to the rear.

The young man was still brave and fearless when facing the big man who was rushing up. His hands and five fingers were hooked, dancing so hard that he could be as bright as a thriller.

One claw blocks the opponent's wrist and one claw swings.

With a sneer, the man's clothes had been torn apart, revealing five red scars.

The man retreated in fear, and another man bullied him and raised his sword to slash him.

The boy swirled his claws and forced the enemy back. He narrowly avoided the spears that had stabbed him - but his body staggered and was about to be finished by a third person.

not good!

I quickly swept the bamboo pole to the ground.

Although I didn't sweep anything at this moment, the alley was so big that I hid behind the boy again. The man who finished the knife stepped in and tripped gently by the bamboo pole.

The young man looked carefully, attacked again with his claws, and slammed the sword, and the man was bleeding and retreated in panic!

Expert!

I was stunned in the back.

That's right, this young man is obviously the legendary martial arts master. Although those big men look like fierce and evil, they really want to fight with the young man one-on-one, so they will definitely get as much as they come, and they are not at the same level at all.

In this way, relying on the young man's martial arts, the geographical location of the alleys, and I caused some minor troubles to the enemy at the right time, our obviously weak side actually defended for most of the time in the face of the siege of dozens of men!

Unfortunately, no matter how high his martial arts are, the opponent has a knife. Although the boy's claws are powerful, they cannot cause fatal damage to the enemy. After a round of battles, the boy's body has more and more wounds, and his breathing is getting heavier and heavier, and he is almost unable to hold on.

what to do?

Will anyone come to save us?

"stop!"

It was like a thunderclap on the ground, and the great men put away their swords and retreated one after another.

Is there really a savior?

I stared nervously at the separated crowd, and saw an "old acquaintance" strode towards me...

It turned out to be the leader of the man.

"Why, do you want to let us go?" The boy knelt half-kneeled, his bloody claws blocking his body, and his muscles behind him trembled slightly, like a hungry wolf being forced into a dead end.

"Hahaha." The leader of the man looked up to the sky and laughed, "I will cut off your head with my own hands to comfort the spirit of the gang leader in heaven."

"I think you are quite happy. Did you cut off his head and become the leader when you go back?" I guessed.

"You little beggar, you are quite clever." The leader said, "That's right, he killed the leader of our Black Wind Gang. As long as I lift his head back, I should sit in the position of the leader..."

Black Wind Gang!

I frowned and asked the boy: "You killed Wu Deliang?"

The Black Wind Gang is a rampant black force in this area. It usually blackmails, kicks widows' doors, digs out graves, and kicks beggars' bowls (yes, it's mine). It can be said that their gang leader has something to do with the government, so no one dares to care about them at all.

Wu Deliang, the leader of the Black Wind Gang, has this name scolded by the villagers several times every day.

This young man killed Wu Deliang?

"That's right." The boy exhaled, "The matters that the government doesn't care about, I, Zheng Ze, will take care of!"

"Mediating on other people's business, this is the end!" The leader said in a long voice, "I think you'd better die obediently, I'll give you some fun..."

The leader took a step further, and the big knife in his hand reflected a cold white light.

The boy closed his eyes in despair.

However, the great man's knife has not fallen for a long time.

Why?

Because I had already stood up and stood in front of the boy.

"May I ask, have you ever heard of the Beggars' Sect?" I smiled.

"You want to say that you are from the Beggars' Sect, and I want me to let you go?" The leader sneered disdainfully. "Don't think that being a beggar is a member of the Beggars' Sect - even if you are really from the Beggars' Sect, I will kill you and bury it into the mountains, no one knows..."

"I want to say, if you turn around now, I will let you go." I said calmly.

The men burst into laughter.

"Then you die first!" The leader no longer wanted to talk nonsense. The ghost-headed sword flashed with a cold light, and wiped it towards me with the sound of the wind!

At this time, I raised the bamboo pole in my hand diagonally.

One end of the bamboo pole is very sharply ground.

"Black Wind Thirteen Styles: Push the Waves and Boost!" The leading man roared lowly, and the sword advanced violently, as if he was about to exhale a breath on me.

When I said that, I almost closed my eyes and handed out the bamboo pole in my hand.

The sword wind blew the hair on my forehead.

But the blade stopped in front of my Adam's apple and could no longer push a little.

Tick...tick...

Tick...tick...

The sound of blood dropping to the ground was very subtle.

Everyone present, including the leader, stared at me with wide eyes.

Because that broken bamboo pole had pierced from the leader's chin and suddenly emerged from the back of his neck.

I think at this time, there should be some opera music.

"No... impossible..." The leader's big man sobbed and said the last sentence of his body.

It is indeed impossible. How could I, a weak little beggar, have the superb martial arts skills to kill the enemy with one blow?

The reason is simple (not):

Skill name: Must win.

Skill Level: Innate supernatural powers.

Skill effect: lock the target, increase the attack speed by 100, and increase the attack accuracy by 100.

Limitations of use: The user must be able to clearly see the target and there is no obstruction of the target; after use, it cannot be used again within twelve hours.
Chapter completed!