Martial Dao: Peace by Force

Chapter 172: Chapter 133: Another Attribute Increase

[Illustrated Guide 1: Eight Desolates Fist]

[Skill Beginner Level Satisfying Conditions: Practice the fist ten times]

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[Illustrated Guide 2: Thirteen Life-taking Swords]

[Skill Beginner Level Satisfying Conditions: Practice the sword ten times]

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After receiving these two Martial Skills, Wan Ze and Tie Qingyang shut themselves in the study and spoke alone for the better part of an hour.

The tea grew cold, but no one refilled it.

Outside the window, the sun moved from the east to its zenith, its light and shadows slowly shifting across their faces.

No one knew what they discussed. Even Tie Feiyang was sent away; he paced the courtyard three times but didn’t dare get close enough to eavesdrop.

But after that day, a new name quietly appeared on Tie Shizhe’s list of shareholders.

It belonged to a newly established company. Its registration information was completely clean, no one recognized the legal representative, and no one could find out who was behind it.

But everyone in their circle understood: anyone who could make Tie Qingyang give up his position as the second-largest shareholder was no ordinary character.

And from that day on, the old western district changed.

The local thugs who had long occupied the demolition zones, making a living by extorting residents who were moving out, vanished overnight as if by a coordinated plan.

No one came to "patrol" the construction sites in the middle of the night anymore, and not a single steel bar went missing from the material storage areas.

Some said the new company’s backing was too powerful—so powerful that no one dared to cross it.

Others said that Dragon Eagle had let slip a word or two, making certain people understand the stakes.

No one could say for sure what had happened.

But everyone knew one thing... from that day forward, the western district’s renovation project proceeded with incredible smoothness.

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A fine, misty rain was falling.

In the courtyard, the bluestone slabs glistened, soaked by the rain. Water dripped from the eaves, striking the stone steps one drop at a time, shattering into a million specks of white.

Wan Ze stood in the middle of the courtyard.

The fine threads of rain landed on his hair and shoulders, trickling down his back.

He seemed to melt into the rain, becoming a part of the courtyard and even the world itself.

He raised his arm and clenched his fist.

His fist rose in silence and fell with a gust of wind.

As he threw a punch, the curtain of rain suddenly exploded, torn into an even finer mist by the force of his fist and sent surging to the sides.

Wan Ze’s figure moved through the rain, his Fist Momentum growing fiercer. With every step, the accumulated water on the bluestone slabs shot out in all directions.

Chop, Collapse, Drill, Cannon, Cross.

The five fists flowed one after another, executed in a single, seamless breath.

As he retracted his final punch, a white mist billowed from his body.

...

His Cultivation had progressed to this point, and the advancement of the two new Martial Skills was swift.

Whether it was Beginner Level or Basic, with Wan Ze’s current strength, he could master them with ease.

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[Illustrated Guide 1: Eight Desolates Fist] (Intermediate, Mastered)

[Effect: Strength attribute value +0.01]

[Skill High Level Satisfying Conditions: Practice the fist 10,000 times] (8,888/10,000)

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[Illustrated Guide 2: Thirteen Life-taking Swords] (Intermediate, Mastered)

[Effect: Coordination +0.01]

[Skill High Level Satisfying Conditions: Practice the sword 10,000 times] (200/10,000)

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Halfway through a punch, the curtain of rain came to a sudden halt.

Within a three-meter radius, the falling raindrops froze mid-air. Millions of water droplets hung suspended, as if time itself had been seized by an invisible hand.

Each droplet quivered, yet could not fall.

The area enveloped by his Fist Momentum pulsed with a fierce, domineering power that seemed to make all things bow before it.

Wan Ze retracted his fist.

The next instant.

BANG!

The thousands of raindrops exploded.

A mist rose, only to be churned and scattered by the lingering Fist Force.

He opened his eyes.

[Illustrated Guide: Eight Desolates Fist] (High Level, Mastered)

[New Effect: Power Enhancement (All Attributes +0.01)]

[Skill Special Level Satisfying Conditions: Practice the fist 30,000 times]

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’I did it!’

’Not only did I complete the task perfectly this time, but my All Attributes also got a solid boost.’

Wan Ze slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air.

A faint smile played on his lips.

’More importantly, by relying on my own bit of insight and daily grinding, I’ve finally... grasped my own Fist Momentum.’

’Hard work pays off.’

He had heard those four words since he was a child.

He never thought much of it before, but looking back now, the tens of thousands of punches, horse stances, and parries—all the sweat and aching muscles—it was all worth it!

’Fist Momentum isn’t something someone can teach you, nor can it be learned from a book.’

’You have to punch it out, one blow at a time, until you reach a critical point and it suddenly just... clicks.’

Wan Ze was lost in thought.

He spent another moment carefully sensing the aura coiled within his Fist Intent.

...

Just then, a knock came from the courtyard gate. The visitor’s voice was rich and mellow, a voice that sounded honest and kind.

"Junior Brother Wan, are you there?"

’Tan Xiao?’

Wan Ze was a little surprised.

’I don’t interact much with this Brother Tan. Why would he suddenly come looking for me?’

Nevertheless, he got up and went to open the door.

Tan Xiao stood at the entrance, his frame burly, but his face held a touch of awkwardness. He wrung his hands, looking like he wanted to say something but was hesitating.

"Brother Tan?" Wan Ze asked.

"Junior Brother Wan, are you free this afternoon?" Tan Xiao asked, scratching the back of his head, a bit embarrassed.

Wan Ze didn’t answer right away. He just smiled and stepped aside. "Come in and sit."

Tan Xiao followed him inside, trailing closely behind him.

Inside the room, Wan Ze lit a stick of sandalwood incense.

Blue smoke curled upwards, carrying a faint, woody fragrance.

It was a habit he had recently developed, but even after searching all over Holy City, he hadn’t been able to find the Three Gods Incense that Miss Ling had.

"What would you like to drink, Brother Tan?" he asked while getting a cup. "I have plain water, green tea... Is Taiping Houkui okay?"

"Plain water is fine, plain water is fine," Tan Xiao said, quickly waving his hands. He sat down on the edge of the chair, looking as if he were ready to stand up at a moment’s notice.

Wan Ze poured a glass of warm water and handed it to him. He then poured one for himself, sat down opposite Tan Xiao, took a slow sip, and then looked up at his guest.

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