CHAPTER 132: 【097】MARTIAL ARTS WITH DISCONTINUITY, LOST INNER POWER, ’STORM’ STRIKES

Wang Longhu remembered Zheng Dongliang mentioning something to him before.

His father traveled far and wide for business in his younger days and met an elder with extraordinary martial skills; just a slight push from him could make people spit froth and collapse.

Even Zheng Dongliang didn’t know this man’s real name, only referring to him as Fifth Master.

At that time, Wang Longhu thought, could this person be at the Dark Force level, capable of such an unusual method that makes people spit froth?

Now, the elder in front of him mentions the Zheng family’s factory in one breath. Remembering that Zheng Dongliang said Fifth Master was elusive and not in the factory, even he didn’t know Fifth Master’s whereabouts, Wang Longhu couldn’t help but connect the dots about this identity.

"You know me too? Ugh..." The elder spat out a mouthful of blood froth, his expression more regretful: "It’s like a flood washing over the Dragon King’s temple; had I known you were from the factory, why fight you to the death?"

Wang Longhu also gave a bitter smile; who would have thought that the Fifth Master, whom Zheng Dongliang mentioned, was so elusive that he expanded his activities to the blue zone on the map.

Even for a Dark Force expert, surviving deep within the Primordial Forest is a dangerous task like hanging your head by a thread.

"I heard from Zheng Dongliang that there’s a master called Fifth Master in the factory, whose strength is no less than Zhang Jinbao, Wu Hujie, and Huang Ao. I didn’t expect to meet you under these circumstances." Wang Longhu was washing the poisoned blood from his wound, and couldn’t help but sigh.

This Fifth Master is indeed a Dark Force expert, and for some reason, his palms also have toxins. With these two methods combined, ordinary Dark Force experts truly are not his match.

"So, you’re a friend of Xiaoliang’s. At such a young age, you’ve already reached Dark Force. Your talent is the highest I’ve seen among martial artists, my name is Mei Gongxie, we wouldn’t know each other without a fight."

If it were an average martial artist, Fifth Master would never regard them. Seeing Wang Longhu, who seemed only 25 or 26, had already practiced Dark Force to achieve the realm of bright and dark dual force, merging Form Strength, enough for Fifth Master to consider him a peer at his level.

Fifth Master straightforwardly revealed his real name, which indicated his heartfelt recognition of Wang Longhu’s strength.

"My name is Wang Longhu." Wang Longhu likewise nodded, respectfully announcing his name.

"Injured by my poisonous claw, the poison skill has penetrated your bloodstream; simply using Dark Force to expel it won’t work. This is my homemade antidote, take it quickly; otherwise, even with Dark Force, you can’t walk out of this deep mountain."

With trembling hands, Fifth Master took out a small white porcelain bottle from his leather jacket, and with great effort, tossed it to Wang Longhu.

Wang Longhu caught it in one swift move, uncorked it, and poured out a dark green pill with a strong herbal scent.

Just now, Fifth Master had suffered a half-step Beng Fist from him, and without assistance, even as a Dark Force expert, he couldn’t walk out of this great hall, let alone get good recovery conditions.

By then, he couldn’t escape a fate of starving to death here in the hall, and if he died, Fifth Master would also be buried with him.

Unquestioning, Wang Longhu threw the pill into his mouth.

The pill melted as soon as it entered, and immediately a bitter taste filled Wang Longhu’s mouth and throat. Soon, he felt the itching at his wound start to alleviate.

And it was replaced by a cool and comforting sensation.

"Thank you." Seeing the effect, Wang Longhu knew this was indeed the antidote and promptly cupped his fists to express his gratitude.

Since Fifth Master showed kindness first, Wang Longhu couldn’t help returning the favor; he immediately strode towards Fifth Master and helped him up from the ground: "Your injuries are not suitable for staying in the deep mountains any longer; let me take you back to the factory for care."

"No need, just take me to the small tower behind the temple; I have my ways to heal." Fifth Master said weakly.

As he spoke, a bloody smell gushed from his mouth, signifying that Wang Longhu’s earlier half-step Beng Fist had injured his lungs, and it looked like pulmonary blood vessels were ruptured.

"Alright."

Seeing Fifth Master so certain, Wang Longhu didn’t persuade further. Dark Force experts value their bodies the most. Fifth Master surely had better means, choosing not to go to the mountains but to go to the small tower for healing.

Placing one hand on Fifth Master’s shoulder, Wang Longhu, holding his body, leaped out of the great hall, a stomp causing the stone steps below to shatter.

Using this force, Wang Longhu, carrying Fifth Master, jumped over four meters high, grabbing the eaves with one hand and swinging like a swing onto the roof of the great hall.

The small tower was now in sight, a three-story white stone pagoda, retaining a beauty of ancient architecture despite years of weathering from its appearance.

Wang Longhu took a step, gently gliding more than eight meters away, and landed stably at the small tower’s front door with Fifth Master in his arms.

At the entrance, a purple Buddha statue was seated on a lotus pedestal made of skulls, surrounded by snakes, scorpions, toads, centipedes, and lizards, looking vivid and lifelike.

Wang Longhu couldn’t help but glance at the Fifth Master next to him; this stone temple small tower, with such abundant styles of the Five Poisons, and Fifth Master’s palms hiding poisons, it’s hard not to believe there’s some connection.

With a kick, he pushed the door open, and instantly a putrid, fishy wind assaulted his face, making Wang Longhu instinctively frown and hold his breath.

By the daylight illuminating inside, Wang Longhu barely managed to see the situation within the tower.