Chapter 293: Gifted Martial Technique

Chapter 293: Gifted Martial Technique

A strange sense of fear gripped Wu Qi's heart, as if she was being watched by some terrifying creature.

Goosebumps formed on her delicate, fair skin.

She looked at Qi Yuan, her breath slightly rapid, and asked, "What's so special about me?"

Qi Yuan gazed at Wu Qi, noticing her pale skin and even the visible veins beneath, with blood slowly flowing through her vessels.

Wu Qi was bewildered.

"My blood?" she asked, not fully comprehending and even suspecting Qi Yuan of having some bizarre fetish.

"To me, the most special thing about you is your blood," Qi Yuan shrugged, "Why don't you give me some of your blood to satisfy my small wish?"

He added, "But no, not your period blood!"

Wu Qi felt relieved, knowing that Qi Yuan wouldn't accept her period blood.

Qi Yuan never underestimated the 'base nature' of humans.

Hearing Qi Yuan's words, Wu Qi blushed up to her ears, feeling embarrassed but also generous.

She lowered her head, not daring to meet Qi Yuan's gaze.

Qi Yuan's words had a profound impact on her.

Her mind was in turmoil, imagining various possibilities.

Could it be...that Mr. Qi was a monster who enjoyed drinking young girls' blood?

"Have you considered it?" Qi Yuan asked with a faint smile.

Wu Qi's heart raced, and finally, she gritted her teeth and leaned forward, exposing her fair neck after removing her top.

"Mr. Qi, take my blood!" she said, resigned to her fate.

She had chosen this path and was determined to see it through.

Compared to losing some blood, she wanted to become a superior being.

With the opportunity right in front of her, she didn't want to let it slip away.

"Although I'm an omnivore, I don't drink human blood. It's against the law. I never break the rules," Qi Yuan said, "Put your neck away, and I'll find you when I need blood in the future."

Currently, his strength was still too weak.

Although he found Wu Qi's blood special, even if she gave it to him now, he would need to expend a lot of energy to research why it was unique.

For now, this wasn't a priority.

So, he left it as a loose end.

At present, enhancing his strength was the most crucial task.

With greater power, he would be able to discern the reason for its uniqueness at a glance.

Hearing Qi Yuan's words, Wu Qi felt relieved.

"I'll always keep my blood for you, Mr. Qi!" she said earnestly.

"I live in the Jun'an Residential Area. You can drive me there," she added.

"Jun'an Residential Area?" Wu Qi asked, setting it as her destination.

As she approached the area, her heart skipped a beat.

During high school, she had heard from classmates that Qi Yuan was the orphan of a martyr.

But after meeting him on the cruise, she suspected he had hidden his identity to attend school.

Now, hearing that Qi Yuan lived in the Jun'an Residential Area, various thoughts crossed her mind.

Such a prominent figure, even a hereditary viscount, would go to great lengths to please—how could he live in such an ordinary-looking area?

Could there be a hidden reason?

"Yes, the Jun'an Residential Area," Qi Yuan said, closing his eyes briefly, not elaborating further.

Wu Qi was perplexed, filled with questions.

She wanted to ask why Qi Yuan lived in such a place.

However, despite her confusion, she dared not inquire, fearing she might offend Qi Yuan unintentionally.

After all, in Qin Yuan Country, it was no big deal for the nobility to eliminate a celebrity.

This ancient empire had a clear divide between the upper and lower classes.

Wu Qi's heart raced as she drove her car towards the Jun'an Residential Area.

As night fell and the city lit up with colorful lights, she finally arrived.

Unlike the bright lights on the road during the day, the streetlights near the area were not all lit up as darkness approached.

It seemed like a different place from where Wu Qi lived.

Looking at this ordinary residential area, her doubts intensified—it had nothing in common with the affluent neighborhoods.

In fact, it was even less impressive than her own neighborhood.

At that moment, Qi Yuan stretched lazily, gazing at the familiar area with a smile.

"We're here," he announced.

Qi Yuan got out of the car, and Wu Qi hurriedly followed, wanting to say something but stopping herself.

"Thank you for the ride," Qi Yuan said politely.

"It's no trouble," Wu Qi quickly replied.

"Here's 27 yuan for the fare," Qi Yuan said, taking out twenty-seven yuan, both coins and notes, from his pocket.

Wu Qi was bewildered.

"Fare?" she asked.

"Take it, I'm not a freeloader," Qi Yuan said, always law-abiding. "Don't call me a cheapskate online. When I go to the martial arts studio, the fare is 26 yuan, and I even give an extra yuan!"

Qi Yuan handed the cash to Wu Qi, not transferring it electronically, to avoid any misunderstandings with the police.

Wu Qi accepted the money, her face full of disbelief.

Was this the eccentric habit of a prominent figure?

"I don't have a cat that can cook either, so I won't invite you in. See you later."

Qi Yuan was polite, and his departure was straightforward, leaving only Wu Qi in a state of disarray in the wind.

She looked at Qi Yuan, her emotions were incredibly complex.

"Does he really live here?"

Her heart was filled with apprehension.

After all, this morning, her agent told her that Qi Yuan might just be... an ordinary person who helped Marquis Kan Huan with a favor and was valued by him.

...

"Mr. Qi, Zhao Shiqi... asked me to... hope to meet you and apologize."

On the phone, Kan Huan's voice was both apprehensive and joyful.

Yesterday, he and Qi Yuan were attacked by a sniper.

When he learned that the Black Crystal Marquis was behind it, his only thought was to take Qi Yuan and leave, avoiding this storm.

But who would have thought... Marquis Zhao Renji died suddenly on the same day.

If it wasn't Qi Yuan's doing, Kan Huan wouldn't believe it.

This also made Kan Huan realize that Qi Yuan was indeed a real cultivator, capable of killing without a trace.

Marquis Zhao Renji had many guards around him, but they were still killed by Qi Yuan.

"Who is he? I don't know him." Qi Yuan had never heard of this name.

"He's Zhao Renji's younger brother and is now the head of the Zhao family."

After Zhao Renji's death, the power fell into other hands.

Zhao Shiqi wasn't useless either. Although he had his own beliefs and faith, the influence of the Zhao family naturally wouldn't fall into the hands of others.

In just one day, he completely took control of the Zhao family.

"It's him, but I don't feel like meeting him. I've already killed the person I wanted to kill; what's the point of meeting him? Does he want to avenge his brother?"

"Tell him I have a mental health certificate, so I'm not afraid of him," Qi Yuan replied.

Hearing these words, Kan Huan's heart was filled with both joy and shock.

Indeed, Zhao Renji was killed by Qi Yuan.

Fortunately, he didn't hesitate about that one billion yuan, and now he could easily kill Zhao Renji, and killing him would be just as effortless.

"I'll pass your message to Zhao Shiqi, Mr. Qi."

"By the way, Mr. Qi, I'm afraid Zhao Shiqi still doesn't know... that Zhao Renji was killed by you. Should I hide something from him?" Kan Huan paused on the phone.

"Why should I hide it? I'm not pretending to be a pig to eat a tiger, so why hide it?"

"Besides, I have a mental health certificate, so what's there to be afraid of?" Qi Yuan said casually.

Without parents or children and with a mental health certificate, Qi Yuan had become an invincible person of this era.

"Okay." Kan Huan agreed on the phone.

Qi Yuan hung up the phone and continued his cultivation.

In the following days, Qi Yuan followed his routine diligently.

He practiced at the martial arts studio during the day and returned home at night to refine some medicinal herbs for cultivation.

Life was peaceful, like a calm well.

If there was any difference, it was that he had a dedicated driver, Wu Qi.

One day, while Wu Qi was driving him home, the others at the studio found out about this.

Wu Qi was a somewhat famous celebrity in Tian Yue City.

This news caused a stir among the studio members.

Everyone said that Qi Yuan was dating the big star Wu Qi.

Wang Shiqiao's gaze towards Qi Yuan was peculiar, and she looked directly at him, saying with a strange expression, "No wonder, you're dating a big star."

In the Ming Wu studio circle, except for Xu Tiewa, who was of a different class, the other rich second generations didn't have the qualifications to look down on Wu Qi.

In the 1619 version, there's not a single mistake!

Wu Qi's daily pick-up and drop-off of Qi Yuan surprised the studio members.

Especially Wang Shiqiao, who had already learned from her close friend Xing Yu that Qi Yuan was of ordinary origins.

Xing Yu's gaze towards Qi Yuan also changed.

She believed that Qi Yuan and she were on the same path.

For some reason, she felt a bit more favorable towards Qi Yuan.

In the evening, Qi Yuan got off Wu Qi's car and entered the residential area.

The lights in the area were dim, with a yellowish hue, creating a particularly warm atmosphere.

In an open space, a tall and robust man was practicing his punches.

His punches were fierce and sharp.

Qi Yuan even felt that Ming Wu's top practitioner, Xu Tiewa, paled in comparison to this robust man.

"Brother Yang, still practicing martial arts?"

Qi Yuan walked directly towards him.

The robust man was named Yang Shan.

He had moved in next door to Qi Yuan a week ago and was considered Qi Yuan's neighbor.

Yang Shan was in his thirties, with a robust build and an air of a soldier about him.

However, he had suffered some injuries and retired early.

Because they both practiced martial arts, Qi Yuan and Yang Shan became acquainted.

After all, in terms of martial arts, Yang Shan had made more progress.

Qi Yuan occasionally sought advice from Yang Shan.

"You're back? Did you make another breakthrough?" Yang Shan glanced at Qi Yuan, and a sharp light flashed in his eyes.

"Yes," Qi Yuan nodded.

"Your talent... is terrifying." Yang Shan's expression was peculiar.

"Average, third in the world," Qi Yuan was not at all modest.

"You're probably wondering how to break through and become a martial artist, right?" Yang Shan spoke up, and his expression turned serious.

"Yes."

Nowadays, Qi Yuan had cultivated the Bright Martial Resonance Fist to the sixth layer.

He was just one step away from breaking through to the seventh layer."

Upon reaching the seventh layer, one can obtain the Martial Artist License.

Qiyuan had many doubts about achieving this feat.

"To become a Martial Artist, one must develop their own Gifted Martial Technique!

Gifted Martial Techniques surpass human limits and can unleash terrifying power.

In ancient times, it was rumored that Martial Artists of a certain caliber could even develop their own Gifted Kill Moves, capable of severing rivers with a single finger! Of course, after extensive research and discussion, experts dismissed these tales as nonsense, claiming that Gifted Martial Techniques could never evolve into Gifted Kill Moves."

Yang Shan's eyes flickered with a hint of disappointment as he spoke.

Not only was he a retired soldier, but he was also a Peak Martial Artist.

On the path of martial arts, he had nearly reached his limit.

Even so, he couldn't surpass those who consumed Advanced Gene Potions.

After being injured, he chose to return to his hometown, the Jian'an Residential Area.

"Talking about Gifted Kill Moves now is like telling a myth, it's far-fetched.

Let's continue discussing Gifted Martial Techniques.

This is the core of every Martial Artist, and each one has a unique Gifted Martial Technique.

For example, the previous Martial Arts Tournament champion had the Phantom Sound Fist as his Gifted Martial Technique.

With a single punch, countless phantoms appeared, making it impossible to defend against.

It could be said that such a Gifted Martial Art was almost like a path, surpassing human limits.

After all... without Advanced Gene Potions, we carbon-based lifeforms are... quite weak."

As Yang Shan spoke, a trace of nostalgic reminiscence flashed in his eyes.

When he first displayed his Gifted Martial Technique, he felt the allure of martial arts for the first time.

He even believed that he had embarked on an extraordinary path.

After all, Gifted Martial Techniques are not ordinary fist techniques or mere tricks; they are... extraordinary.

Indeed, Yang Shan defined Gifted Martial Techniques in this manner.

Although this extraordinariness was weak, it was genuinely extraordinary.

Unfortunately, after wasting over a decade, he had reached the peak of martial arts but still couldn't break through the limit.

Especially after practicing martial arts for most of his life, only to be easily defeated by someone who took an Advanced Gene Potion.

Even his Gifted Martial Technique was useless against such individuals.

Gene Potions could even awaken Gene Martial Techniques, completely outclassing Gifted Martial Techniques.

Yang Shan felt disheartened, believing that the path of martial arts had come to an end.

For so many years, even with researchers studying martial arts and top-tier experts spending fortunes to establish research labs to find ways to break through martial arts limits, success remained elusive.

Martial arts had even degraded into a protected folk culture and a form of competitive sport.

"Extraordinary?" Qiyuan's eyes lit up.

To be frank, he had never witnessed a Gifted Martial Technique.

At the Bright Martial Studio, there were only a few Martial Artists, and he wasn't familiar with any of them. Moreover, no one casually demonstrated their Gifted Martial Techniques.

"It's called extraordinary, but it's just gilding the lily of martial arts." Yang Shan chuckled self-deprecatingly.

If martial arts were truly extraordinary, how could consuming Gene Potions allow one to display techniques similar to Gifted Martial Techniques?

"Saying it a hundred times is not as good as seeing it once.

I'll personally demonstrate my Gifted Martial Technique to you.

Behold, the Thunderclap Palm!"

As Yang Shan spoke, his gaze became piercing.

A powerful aura filled the air, and Qiyuan sensed an extraordinary presence beyond that of ordinary people.

"Stronger than Bluesphere... a bit," Qiyuan judged.

Of course, it was only slightly stronger, and even blades and swords couldn't withstand it.

"Haa!"

Yang Shan let out a loud shout.

With a powerful palm strike, the air seemed to tremble, and a dull thunderclap echoed in the air.

True to its name, the Thunderclap Palm was formidable.

Such a strike would astonish ordinary people, and a single punch could easily split bricks without issue.

If it landed on an ordinary person, it could even be fatal.

Qiyuan narrowed his eyes, and in that palm strike, he saw something different.

"What a pity, if you lived on Bluesphere, performing brick-breaking demonstrations on video platforms would surely make you a renowned Qigong master and a top influencer with millions of followers.

Alas, this is Arcstar."

Qiyuan offered his assessment.

Yang Shan's palm strike did possess a hint of extraordinariness.

On Bluesphere, this power could deceive many into believing it was genuine skill.

But this was Arcstar, where many consumed Gene Potions.

Even Peak Martial Artists were nothing special.

"What is Bluesphere?" Yang Shan asked curiously.

"A blue planet, yes, my home planet. Actually... I'm an alien."

"Is... your mental health certificate real?" Yang Shan exclaimed in surprise.

From the start, he had been warned that this neighbor had a mental health certificate.

But Qiyuan claimed it was fake, as having a mental health certificate made things easier and provided additional benefits.

It appears to be a platform for sharing videos, where users can upload and watch various content, including martial arts demonstrations and other performances.

Yang Shan believed him.

Now, Qiyuan's mental health issues didn't seem fake.

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