My martial arts have no bottlenecks.

Chapter 12 Triple Kill

A day later, Liang Cheng stood in front of the dock warehouse, a wooden sign for his martial arts school hanging from his waist.

The steward sent by the town's security office was a man with triangular eyes named Liu Qi. He spoke politely but with a hint of probing: "Young Master Liang is a promising young man. In the future, we will have to rely on you a lot at the docks."

Liang Cheng nodded: "Follow the rules."

His task was simple: to patrol the dock cargo area daily, mediate disputes, and apprehend thieves. He didn't have many opportunities to take action, but he had to keep a close eye on things and listen carefully to prevent any accidents.

However, the accident happened the next day at noon.

A commotion broke out at the fish market. When Liang Cheng rushed over, he saw a thin, dark-skinned fisherman surrounded by three hooligans, his fish basket overturned on the ground.

"Old man, it's time to pay the dock fees this month!" The ringleader kicked over the fish basket.

The fisherman knelt on the ground and kowtowed: "Master Chen, the catch this month has been poor. Please give me two more days, just two more days, I promise..."

"Two days' grace?" The thug grabbed his collar. "Then how the hell am I supposed to explain this to the station? Everyone here pays their dock fees!"

People watched from a distance, but no one dared to step forward.

Liang Cheng walked straight over: "What is it?"

The ruffian turned around, saw that it was a martial arts school disciple, immediately let go, and forced a smile: "Master Liang, this old bastard owes money and hasn't paid. We're just following the rules."

Liang Cheng looked at the fisherman: "How much do you owe?"

"Three...thirty coins."

Liang Cheng pulled out thirty coins from his pocket and handed them to the ruffian: "Settled."

The rogue was taken aback: "Master Liang, this..."

"How about I write a note and you go to the martial arts school to collect it?" Liang Cheng asked casually.

The scoundrel's face changed, and he hurriedly took the money: "It's settled, it's settled!"

After saying that, he took his men and left.

The fisherman was about to kowtow when Liang Cheng stopped him, saying, "If you catch any fish in the future, give me a few to go with your drinks. Consider this my advance payment."

The fisherman thanked him profusely and left.

On the second floor of the warehouse next door, Liu Qi looked through the window and said to the person next to him, "This Liang Cheng, he certainly knows how to handle people."

"Seventh Master, would you like to...?"

"No need," Liu Qi squinted. "He is Yang Wei's disciple and is young. He may become a big shot in the future. It's better to make a good relationship than an enemy."

That evening, Liang Cheng finished work and returned to the martial arts school. He paused as he passed the alley entrance.

Deep in the alley, two dark figures were whispering.

"They've started pressing us on Black Reef Island; we need to gather enough people by the end of the month."

"How much more is needed?"

"We need at least three more skilled men. After Liu Biao's disappearance, things are too tense, and it's not good to find more desperados."

Liang Cheng held his breath and hid behind the wall.

"Hurry up and urge them, don't let things fall apart!"

The voices faded, and the two hurriedly left.

Liang Cheng waited until they were far away before slowly walking out of the alley.

There must be something going on here, but it's none of his business. He should focus on his cultivation for now; strength is the most important thing.

Back at the martial arts school, I heard the sound of hammering into the training posts.

But it's the big head.

Liang Cheng stood in the shadows, watching Da Tou repeatedly ram his head against the wooden stake.

His posture was wrong, and his strength was scattered. He was just stubbornly enduring it with a lot of grit. Sweat soaked through most of his coarse cloth shirt, and his shoulders were already bruised.

With such perseverance and resilience, would I have been able to do the same even if I didn't have the fate of an ephemeral mayfly?

"My back has given out," Liang Cheng suddenly said.

Big Head froze, turned around and saw it was him, then quickly stopped, saying, "Brother Cheng..."

"Bumping into the pile isn't about risking your life," Liang Cheng walked over and pressed his hand on his lower back. "Here, you have to keep your tension up when you exert force. If you relax as soon as you hit it, seventy percent of your strength will dissipate, and you'll also hurt your back."

As he spoke, he demonstrated, his back slightly hunched and his shoulders lightly resting on the wooden stake.

"Watch closely, it's not about using your shoulders to push hard, but about using your waist and legs to send the force out along your entire spine."

As he spoke, he twisted his waist and hips.

"Thump!"

The wooden stake made a dull thud and remained motionless, but dust fell from its body.

Big Head's eyes widened. This seemingly light movement had actually absorbed all the force into the stake.

"Come again."

For the next hour, Liang Cheng gave special instructions and corrected Da Tou's mistakes.

"These next few days, practice as I've instructed. If your stance training hasn't improved, then don't mention martial arts anymore. Go home."

After saying that, he turned and walked towards the backyard without waiting for Big Head's reply.

You can help for a while, but not forever; in the end, Da Tou has to rely on himself.

……

Late at night, on a desolate beach.

The sound of iron sandbags pounding echoed in the reef cave. The skin color did not change like before with the stone skin style; it was just that the muscles were being hammered.

After completing his training, Liang Cheng returned to the martial arts school.

Early the next morning, Zhou Hu and his five disciples, including Zhao Yuan, set off together. However, the town's guards requested Yang Wei's help and ultimately sent the five of them to wipe out the bandits.

Zhou Hu is a master of internal strength. If nothing unexpected happens, he will be more than capable of protecting the other four. If Liang Cheng hadn't taken on the patrol mission, Zhou Hu would have taken him along as well.

Liang Cheng didn't care about this and continued patrolling during the day and cultivating peacefully at night.

Two more days passed.

It was past midnight when Liang Cheng was hoisting the iron sandbags onto his back when a series of chaotic footsteps suddenly came from outside the cave.

More than one person.

He paused, then quietly crept into the shadows of the cave wall.

"Quick, this way! Those martial arts school punks shouldn't be able to catch us!"

"Damn it, how did Boss Jiao get screwed up? He lost the goods too..."

"Enough talk! Let's find somewhere to hide!"

Three dark figures stumbled and rushed into the cave.

A little moonlight shone through, illuminating three men soaking wet, each bearing wounds. The leader was a scarred man with a deep gash on his left arm, from which blood was still flowing.

Behind them followed a skinny, short man who looked like a monkey, and a one-eyed, burly man.

All three were carrying weapons: Scarface held a harpoon, Skinny Monkey held a short knife, and One-Eyed carried a chipped axe.

Liang Cheng held his breath.

They're probably pirates, desperate fugitives who escaped from Black Reef Island.

"Catch your breath here first," Scarface plopped down on the ground, tearing off a strip of cloth to bandage his wound. "We need to find a boat before dawn."

Skinny Monkey leaned closer: "Brother Feng, what do we do now?"

"What can we do?" Scarface spat out a mouthful of bloody foam. "Boss Jiao is dead, and the goods are gone. First, we need to survive, then we'll figure out how to contact our supplier..."

"If the supplier finds out the goods are gone, will they...?" Skinny Monkey's voice was a little weak.

Scarface glared at him: "Then don't let the supplier know. Just say the goods were intercepted by the martial arts school and we escaped at the cost of our lives."

The one-eyed man suddenly spoke up: "There's a medicinal smell in this cave."

All three became alert at the same time.

"Who?!" Scarface grabbed a harpoon, blew on a flare to light it, and shone it on Liang Cheng, whose bare upper body was covered in ointment, and who was carrying an iron sandbag.

The skinny monkey was taken aback: "Practices hard martial arts?"

Scarface's eyes narrowed fiercely: "Kid, what did you hear?"

Before he could finish speaking, One-Eyed had already swung his axe at him. Liang Cheng, who had been on guard, advanced instead of retreating, raising the iron sandbag in his left hand by one notch.

"Bang!"

The axe slammed into the sandbag, and iron filings spilled out. Taking advantage of the situation, Liang Cheng closed in, pulled a dagger from his waist with his right hand, and stabbed it straight into the heart of the one-eyed man.

One-Eyed retreated swiftly, his axe handle pressing down to block. Scarface and Skinny Monkey attacked simultaneously, stabbing him in the waist with a harpoon and slicing his leg with a short knife, their coordination impeccable.

Liang Cheng's waist and abdomen suddenly tensed up, and he activated the Stone Armor Technique at full power.

"Whoosh! Whoosh!"

The harpoon and dagger grazed the flesh, leaving only two white marks.

The three men's expressions changed drastically.

"Hard skills?!" Scarface exclaimed in shock.

"This idea is tricky, let's all go for it, don't hold back!"

In that instant, Liang Cheng moved. He raised his left hand and threw the lime powder he had been holding in his palm at Scarface and Skinny Monkey.

"ah--!"

The two covered their eyes and screamed in pain.

Seeing this, the one-eyed man swung his axe across Liang Cheng's neck. Liang Cheng ducked and charged forward, the axe blade grazing the back of his head, lifting a few strands of hair.

He crashed into the one-eyed man's arms, and the dagger was plunged into his chin from below.

"Pfft!"

One-Eyed made a gurgling sound in his throat and fell backward. Scarface's eyes were still stinging, but he became ferocious and, by instinct, stabbed Liang Cheng in the chest with a fork.

Liang Cheng dodged to the side, the harpoon grazing his ribs. He grabbed the harpoon handle with his left hand, unleashing his full power, and punched Scarface in the temple, splattering his brains.

The skinny monkey was terrified when he saw this and turned to run out of the cave. Liang Cheng picked up the one-eyed axe, swung it around, and threw it.

"Thump!"

The back of the axe struck the skinny monkey directly on the back of the head, and he fell to the ground, motionless.

The cave fell silent instantly.