I Can Strengthen Infinitely

"Stop!"

People often say that when you see injustice on the road, you should draw your sword to help. Watching the old man being beaten for no reason and his daughter facing harassment, a man wearing a leather scarf immediately shouted and then swung a cleaver as he approached: "Why are you so unreasonable, taking the old man’s fish without paying and even beating people. How can such things happen in this world?"

"Damn it, where did this guy come from? Looking for death." The wanderer and his companions were furious when they saw someone dared to scold them, and they immediately reached out to fight.

Even though the man with the leather scarf had a cleaver, he was no match for these wanderers. Their martial arts were not bad; in just a grasp, a pull, and a throw, they had him thrown to the ground.

"This is none of your business, you don’t know what’s good for you. I’ll just take a finger from you to teach you a lesson," a wanderer said with a wicked smile, then picked up the cleaver, about to slash the man’s finger.

Qin Yuesheng couldn’t tolerate such things happening, so he flicked his finger, releasing a surge of Inner Strength that precisely hit the wanderer’s arm, instantly breaking it. Qin Yuesheng had held back this time, otherwise, with just that one finger, the man would have been reduced to dust.

"Ah!" The wanderer screamed in pain from the sudden attack and collapsed to the ground. His companions were all shocked, not knowing what had just happened.

Qin Yuesheng could tell that although these wanderers knew martial arts, they were at a very ordinary level, not even achieving any external refinement, able only to bully ordinary folks.

In front of someone like Qin Yuesheng, a Grandmaster, they were as fragile as insects.

"I don’t know where this trash came from, daring to act wild in Cyan Yang City." Qin Yuesheng strode over, grabbed a wanderer’s shoulder, and effortlessly lifted him up.

"Damn it!"

The remaining two wanderers immediately drew their long swords from their waists and struck at Qin Yuesheng with full force.

As the sword winds approached, Qin Yuesheng flicked out his other hand, swiftly clamping down on their blades and then breaking them one by one.

Snap! Snap!

With two slaps, the two of them flew up like spinning tops, hurtling four or five yards away, landing with broken teeth and blood all over their faces.

For questioning, only one person needs to be left alive.

"Take me to your base, or you’ll end up like them," Qin Yuesheng said to the wanderer he had lifted up.

"Yes! Yes!"

Seeing his companions injured and fallen, the man didn’t dare resist. Once Qin Yuesheng set him down, he obediently began to lead the way. Through questioning along the way, Qin Yuesheng learned about the origins of these Dong Sang wanderers.

It turns out that beyond the East Sea there is a small island, with fertile soil and a mild climate suitable for habitation. Early East Sea refugees sailed there by fishing boats, living a secluded life thereafter.

Over time, they named the island Dong Sang, and these refugees who left the Nine Provinces called themselves wanderers.

When two worlds are separated for a long time, cultural differences naturally develop, which is why these wanderers are clearly not Jiangnan people.

Dong Sang is too small and life there is tough, so many Dong Sang wanderers formed small groups, sailed across the sea to the East coast, and became infamous water bandits over time.

The Dong Sang wanderers in Cyan Yang City now had fled to Jiangnan because of the severe turmoil on the East Sea side.

The Dong Sang wanderer guiding Qin Yuesheng was named Dashan Zhuteng, living by a mountain on Dong Sang Island. His parents loved bamboo and rattan, hence his name, which felt entirely typical to Qin Yuesheng.

The lair of these Dong Sang wanderers is a two-story restaurant, with curtains and lanterns at the entrance full of Dong Sang flavor. A man with squinty eyes, wearing a white headscarf, saw Dashan Zhuteng bringing a young person over and asked puzzledly: "Dashan, is this a Jiangnan friend you know? Didn’t you go out with those by the river? Where are they?"

Dashan Zhuteng, his back facing Qin Yuesheng, immediately signaled to his companions, indicating that this was an enemy.

The squinty-eyed man immediately understood, looked at Qin Yuesheng deeply, then put on a welcoming smile: "Guest, come in quickly. We just got a batch of live fish, perfect for sashimi; come in and have a taste."

"Hmm." Qin Yuesheng directly pushed Dashan Zhuteng into the restaurant.

Inside the restaurant were all wooden tables and chairs, with no customers at this time. In the corner sat many wanderers, all with a bandit air, all glaring at Qin Yuesheng viciously as he entered.

These were obviously the store’s enforcers.

Qin Yuesheng sat down calmly at a table: "Serve the dishes, let me see how good your chef’s knife skills are."

"Don’t worry, guest. They’re excellent."

Standing behind Qin Yuesheng, Dashan Zhuteng turned to signal to the enforcers in the corner, using their unique hand signals to communicate.

From Qin Yuesheng’s earlier actions against his companions, Dashan Zhuteng was well aware of Qin Yuesheng’s formidable strength. If all of them together weren’t a match for him, they had to use some tactics, summon their skilled fighters, and only then would they have a chance of winning.