When the neck was being held he still felt that sense of crisis and exerted a force that resulted in the sound of bones being crushed.
Ka! Ka!...!
Katcha!
The neck had been crushed and she had died without reasonable doubt, but at the same time, he felt that a pair of eyes were observing him in the dark, he just felt them but could not see the, this is something that he started to develop when his White fist had reached the peak of level 5. He also has hopes of breaking through the technique to the sixth level. In this area, he can touch artistic conception.
"You just had to seek death, dare to sneak attack me, and then even talk to like as though we are related." As he talked he threw that body on the ground like trash only to see something in her hand and it had black edges.
"This is definitely a poisonous thing! Well, the state of the city is getting worse but the city leaders indeed would not care about it, after all this group of people does not dare target them or their group of the circle." He moved closer and picked it up before crushing her skull just in case.
Looking in the alley near this street he could see some men approaching and thankfully they did not give him the grandmaster vibe at all, otherwise, this would have become problematic. It seemed like it was indeed true and grandmasters are not allowed to act in the city. Once they make a move, it seems that the city leaders would take action to suppress them and, most of the time this would just be looking for death.
In this way, the parties involved in activities that are considered illegal seem to exist without being restricted just for the mere fact this is a martial arts city. Those capable of causing some serious damage are denied the power to do it and low-level martial artists are ignored. The strong seem to have their own zone that no one supervises, but that is something that Wang heard from Ruruo and it seemed like rumors. But Wang can see this as some truth, and this also informed him that the number of grandmasters in the city is indeed a lot.
Seeing how each of the men had their hair cut in a certain way, he could already guess they were a gang, and their coming up meant they had some confidence. The man in the lead did not even look at the woman dead on the ground but looked at Wang and said, "You have damaged my property!"
Wang looked at the man calmly and replied, "Indeed, I also do not like my things being touched by others. What do you want?" He then said to the man.
But before the man could respond he said, "We should all take care of our property well or it might end up bringing one trouble, especially the kind that costs people's lives. Don't you agree?"
"Indeed, people can die!" The muscular man seemed to agree with Wang, but in the same way, seemed to have some coldness in the depths of his eyes.
Swish!
After the man finished speaking, he seemed to have disappeared from his line of sight, and Wang did not seem to want to be outdone either his fist was swung outwards, but barely managed to touch the guy.
Even with the burly physique, the man was indeed fast, but this did not manage to change the cold indifference on Wang's face at all. The fact that he did not give the man a face at all already meant that only one of them could get out of this place alive. In that case, he could only go all out. Raising his fists, but the other party seemed to generate some momentum that brought about his oppression of him. "What is this feeling? It seems like oppression brought about by Ruruo but not the same at all."
He had already talked to Ruruo several times and even asked about it and she said that was the artistic conception and in her case, it was sword intent. It brings a sense of oppression to opponents even when it is restrained and when it is practiced to a higher level, she said it starts to manifest and can be used to kill without even making a move. How could such a thing not attract him, he was told that each person has their own way of accomplishing this based on the techniques they practice.
He seemed to have realized why the guy seemed to appear so fast in his eyes, that oppression was responsible. But so what? It was not like it would help the man hurt him, as the moment the man approached him he could attack. All he wanted was to be able to land just one punch seriously then he could follow up with another one.
He indeed could be said to have improved over the period of eight months and the reason for having taken such a long time to reach the fourth level of blood forging was he wanted to allow the White Tiger fist to enter the 6th level.
At this state, he could indeed start feeling internal energy from the Fist technique being infused in the body every time he practiced. The fight with this guy seemed to have started changing something in him. He had some resolution to advance rather than retreat when he was aware that this man was capable of causing some actual harm to him.
In this way, some ferocity was born in his heart, it seemed to have started when the guys in the forest wanted to take from him and even threatened his life, but meeting such a situation again. The change seemed to make such that he could no longer be disturbed by the man's intimidation tactics as he called the. He already figured that the man was not utilizing artistic conception.
The moment the man realized something was wrong, he wanted to retreat but things did not go his way, as a fist was enlarging in his face.
Boom!
The collision between the two resulted in both sides retreating