All of us are one

Chapter 12 Qi and Blood Condensation!

"Me?" Kotak poured himself a cup of tea, holding it casually, "Just a mercenary who's not exactly a good person."

"I see." Jiang Yanming now understood why his senior brother had said he had experienced life and death several times.

The Northern Continent is too chaotic. The civilians possess too many weapons, and the number of warlords is too numerous to count. Perhaps a village is controlled by a warlord, and they are constantly at war with each other for various interests.

In the war-torn northern continent, the mortality rate is not low, whether it is ordinary soldiers who are conscripted, well-equipped elite soldiers, or mercenaries who fight for money.

Moreover, the warlords of the Northern Continent hired mercenaries to tackle tough challenges, which led to a rise in the mercenary mortality rate.

"Shouldn't Senior Brother have a long-term collaborative team?" Jiang Yanming asked.

"It seems you know a thing or two about mercenaries." Kotak downed his tea in one gulp. "That's right. I'm not a lone wolf. I have a long-term team that's allowed me to survive in the Northern Continent for so long. They've saved me more than once."

"Approximately how much would it cost to hire your team?" Jiang Yanming asked.

"It's not cheap. The starting price for our team is 200 million Nars, and the exact price depends on the target," Kotak said meaningfully. "If it's an operation within the Quad Alliance, we'll also need our employer to provide weapons, because we're risking being wanted by the authorities, so the price will be much higher."

"Understood." Jiang Yanming nodded slightly. "If I need anything, I will contact you, senior brother, and your team."

"Hmm?" Kotak frowned upon hearing this. "Have you really offended the powerful figures of the Quad Alliance?"

"It's hard to say, it's just some precautions," Jiang Yanming replied casually, then stood up to take his leave. "Thank you for the information, Senior Brother. I'll contact you again once I have the strength of a Mingwu."

"I'm looking forward to it," Kotak said with a conflicted expression. "But please don't die prematurely."

"Don't worry." Jiang Yanming nodded and turned to leave the lounge.

"A genius who can comprehend profound mysteries without going to the Divine Martial Kingdom, even if he offends the powerful figures of the Four Kingdoms Alliance, the Martial Arts Alliance should do everything in its power to protect him." Kotak shook his head inwardly, "My worries may be unnecessary."

……

Jiang Yanming left the lounge and prepared to leave the martial arts school to go home.

He had just arrived at the second-floor stairwell when he ran into his second senior brother, Qin Wu.

"Junior Brother Jiang, over here!" Qin Wu grabbed Jiang Yanming's arm. "The Martial Arts Alliance has sent someone, and it seems to be a councilor."

"A councilor?" Jiang Yanming asked doubtfully, "Could he be a master above the Mingwu level?"

"That's right, he's a master above the Mingwu level." Qin Wu nodded solemnly. "I heard that the highest level of the Martial Arts Alliance is a council composed of many members, which decides on all major affairs of the Martial Arts Alliance."

"Where is he?" Jiang Yanming asked.

"It's in the reception room on the first floor."

Qin Wu led the way, and the two quickly arrived at the reception room on the first floor.

Jiang Yanming glanced at Qin Wu beside him, as well as the three senior brothers and sisters watching from afar, and then knocked on the door of the reception room.

"Please come in," a clear voice called out.

Jiang Yanming pushed open the door and went in, closing it behind him. Turning around, he saw the young man sitting on the sofa, looking him over with interest.

The young man appeared to be in his thirties, with a handsome face, a mustache, and long hair styled with a hair ornament. A blue robe covered most of his body.

"You must be Jiang Yanming?" The man in blue smiled and nodded. "You really do look like him."

Jiang Yanming was somewhat puzzled, wondering what the other person meant by the last sentence.

"I am Ling Heng, a councilor from the Martial Arts Alliance," the man in blue robes said as he stood up and introduced himself. "I am responsible for reviewing your comprehension of profound mysteries."

"I've met Councilor Ling Heng," Jiang Yanming nodded.

"Let me make it clear beforehand that if your understanding of the profound meaning is false, the Martial Arts Alliance will expel you and the Jingtao Martial Arts School from the organization. You will be unable to participate in any competitions organized by the Martial Arts Alliance or receive any recommendations from the Martial Arts Alliance."

Ling Heng's smile vanished, and he said in a serious tone, "Therefore, you must demonstrate the profound meaning in this review, understand?"

"Understood." Jiang Yanming nodded.

"Alright, let's begin," Ling Heng said calmly.

"Right here?" Jiang Yanming was taken aback.

"That's right," Ling Heng replied.

Jiang Yanming silently surveyed the reception room. There were two long sofas, a coffee table in the middle, and some potted plants and decorations.

In short, the reception room was rather small, making it difficult for him to use the Surging Wave Fist technique he had learned.

"I heard that you grasped the profound meaning of this martial art while practicing," Ling Heng explained. "You don't need to demonstrate; just throw a punch at me directly. This will make it easier for me to understand the profound meaning you've grasped."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Yanming no longer hesitated, stepped to the sofa opposite Ling Heng, and cupped his hands across the coffee table, saying, "Excuse me."

"Let's begin," Ling Heng urged.

call!

Jiang Yanming threw a punch, the wind from which howled.

Bang!

Ling Heng easily blocked it with one hand, a hint of satisfaction in his eyes.

woohoo hoo...

Jiang Yanming clenched his fists and threw punches one after another, each punch faster and harder than the last, like waves rising higher and higher, trying to drown out his opponents who stood in his way!

Even so, Ling Heng easily blocked it with one hand, but his brows gradually furrowed.

Jiang Yanming continued to throw punches, the relentless attacks immersing him in the frenzy. Each punch was heavier than the last, and even his blood and qi were boiling, surging like the sea.

Ling Heng noticed this and immediately reached out with both hands to firmly grasp the two fists that were attacking him.

"Okay, you've passed the review."

Ling Heng's voice reached Jiang Yanming's ears, waking him from that mysterious state.

"I just..." Jiang Yanming woke up, still somewhat immersed in that mysterious state.

"You have indeed grasped the profound meaning, but your blood and qi flow is too slow." Ling Heng released his hand and smiled. "But it doesn't matter. Once you truly and systematically study the profound meaning, this will no longer be a problem."

"Is the flow of qi and blood too slow?" Jiang Yanming pondered.

"You have grasped the profound meaning and are qualified to know what lies beyond Mingwu." Ling Heng extended his right hand with its five fingers spread, and pressed it downwards into the air. "Beyond Mingwu is... Qi and Blood Condensation."

"Huh?" Jiang Yanming asked, puzzled.

next moment……

Clap!

The tempered glass coffee table between the two people shattered, with glass shards scattered all over the floor, leaving only the metal frame intact.

"You punched me so many times, it's not too much for me to break your coffee table, is it?" Ling Heng smiled. "Mission accomplished, I should be going."

Jiang Yanming ignored Ling Heng's departure, staring at the shards of glass scattered on the ground, lost in thought: "Attacking from a distance, so this is the power of a martial artist above the Mingwu level...?"