I Don’t Know Martial Arts, I’m Just Born Strong - Chapter 13

Chapter 13: The Silence Blade, The Force of Ten Thousand Jin!

Translator: yikaii Editor: yikaii

“Can fighting also increase strength?”

This…

Given it’s a kind of external assistance, it’s understandable.

“But…”

“Just standing there and taking my punch counts as a fight for Zhang San?”

“Why didn’t my fights with Old Wang and Feng Shaoyu count as 【battles】? Is it because Old Wang and Feng Shaoyu are ordinary people?”

A thought flashed through his mind.

Jiang He came back to his senses and shouted, “Third Brother…”

He quickly ran to Zhang San, “Third Brother, are you alright? It’s all my fault, I’m sorry for hurting Third Brother.”

His tone was full of concern and guilt!

Zhang San, leaning against the wall, had been exclaiming “ow, ow” non-stop, but upon hearing this, he immediately stood straight, scoffing, “Kid, you’re thinking too much. With that puny punching strength of yours, you think you can hurt me, your Third Brother?”

Li Si and Wang Mazi also came to their senses.

Both old men were visibly shocked.

Especially Li Si.

He circled Jiang He, scrutinizing him from top to bottom, left to right, and finally said in confusion, “Old Six, did you specifically temper your body before? Your explosive power just now must have been close to 2 tons, right?”

“Only close to 2 tons?”

Jiang He sighed, “My technique of exerting force is still too poor, I didn’t manage to amplify the force at all!”

His current strength had reached 1890kg.

If his technique was slightly better, even just a 10% increase in force could produce a punch with over 2 tons of force.

“Exerting force is about practice makes perfect, requiring more practice and continuous implementation in real combat.”

Li Si said, “I was wrong to blame you before… Come on, Old Six, strike with all your might, attack me, and I’ll spar with you.”

“Alright!”

Jiang He was eager to test the limit of “increasing strength through battle,” and upon hearing this, he immediately put down the saber and got ready.

“Basic martial arts fist technique, first move, bow step punch!”

Li Si, with his hands behind his back, gave off an imposing presence despite his lean body. He commented, “You’ve got a good stance, it seems you’ve practiced a lot these days. If there were a martial arts performance competition, you could win a decent prize just by posing.”

“But you must understand, martial arts are meant for killing, not for show!”

“In real combat, your opponent won’t give you time to pose… Strike!”

With a sudden shout at the last two words, although not loud, it resonated in Jiang He’s ears like the roar of a wild beast, shaking his soul!

It made him feel a trace of fear.

As if what stood before him was not Li Si but a prehistoric beast!

“What the heck, I’ll break it all with one punch!”

However, this trace of fear, stemming from deep within, didn’t affect Jiang He’s punch. He roared internally, his feet stomping hard on the wooden floor, causing it to crack, and he shot towards Li Si like a cannonball.

Li Si elegantly sidestepped, avoiding Jiang He’s punch.

His previously hidden hands suddenly appeared, lightly flicking in front of Jiang He.

Jiang He only felt a fragrant smell hit him, then stars burst in his vision, and he fell straight to the ground. Although conscious, his body was limp and powerless, unable to muster any strength.

“Old Four!”

“Fourth Brother!”

Zhang San and Wang Mazi’s voices rose, rebuking, “Feeding your own brother a move, how could you use poison?”

Li Si chuckled, “Sorry… I’m used to it, but Third Brother and Old Five, you needn’t worry. I used a paralyzing powder, not a lethal poison.”

He paused.

Then added, “Consider it a lesson for this kid. Even in front of a grandmaster, one must be careful not to fall into my trap… He knew I was a master of poisons and still dared to be reckless. Without a lesson, he won’t live long.”

“Ding!”

“You’ve experienced a battle, strength +10kg.”

On the ground.

Although Jiang He couldn’t move or exert any strength.

The conversation among the three was crystal clear to him, making him internally reflect, “Fourth Brother is right… I was careless. After all, I can’t cultivate martial arts and can only rely on this brute strength. I definitely have fewer means to protect myself than a normal martial artist…”

“So I need to be even more cautious and value my life even more.”

“If I really encounter someone like Fourth Brother in the future, I should stab them in the back instead of confronting them head-on…”

After resting for about 20 minutes.

Jiang He finally felt some strength returning.

Wang Mazi then pulled him up, saying, “Come on, let Fifth Brother test your saber technique.”

Jiang He was puzzled, “But Fifth Brother… you don’t have a saber.”

Wang Mazi, usually sly-looking with a face full of pockmarks, emanated an indescribable aura at this moment.

Though he held no saber in his hand, to Jiang He, it felt as if…

He himself was an unsheathed blade, ready to cause a sensation once drawn.

Jiang He picked up the saber.

He tore off the bedsheet wrapped around it.

He discovered that the black saber in his hand, perhaps influenced by Wang Mazi, was trembling uncontrollably, emitting a buzzing sound.

This took Jiang He by surprise.

Holding the saber, he was unsure how to proceed.

“Old Six!”

Wang Mazi’s presence became even more imposing, coldly stating, “A swordsman should have an unyielding belief, to slay gods if gods get in your way, and slay demons if demons get in your way. With a saber in hand, you can cut through all injustices in the world… What are you waiting for? Draw your saber!”

Jiang He drew his saber.

Learning from his lesson with Li Si, he didn’t posture but instead delivered continuous slashes towards Wang Mazi.

“Too slow, your saber is too slow!”

“As a physical cultivator, you can’t master advanced saber techniques, which makes you inherently weaker than others… If even your basic saber strokes are this slow, how will you compete with others?”

“Why even practice physical cultivation?”

“Why practice the saber?”

Clang!

With a flick of his finger, Wang Mazi sent the black saber flying. The saber turned into a streak of black light and embedded itself into the wall. Shaking his head, he said, “You have the strength but sadly, your saber technique is too poor. Don’t practice alone anymore, come to the fourth floor every day, and I will guide you in saber technique.”

“Ding!”

“You’ve experienced a battle, strength +10kg.”

Jiang He bowed, sincerely saying, “Thank you, Fifth Brother.”

Wang Mazi gestured from afar, drawing the black saber back into his hand, saying, “This Silence Blade will stay with me. Without my guidance, don’t you dare practice recklessly.”

He gently caressed the blade, his eyes full of tenderness.

As if what he held was not a weapon, but his dearest loved one!

The black saber continued to buzz, seemingly rejoicing.

Wang Mazi murmured, “And I’m teaching you saber technique not for your sake, but because I don’t want my Silence Blade to gather dust…”

Hearing this, Li Si said, “While Fifth Brother is skilled in saber technique, and I excel in poisoning and unmatched movement techniques under the grandmaster level, starting tomorrow, I’ll guide you in movement techniques.”

“……”

Zhang San was taken aback and said, “You’re teaching him saber technique and movement technique, what should I do? I can’t teach him to play with fire, can I?”

Li Si chuckled, “Didn’t Third Brother say if Old Six could make you take half a step back with one punch, you would give him a treasure that physical cultivators dream of? You could help Old Six obtain that treasure!”

Zhang San’s face showed pain.

Gritting his teeth, he said, “It’s too early for Old Six to use that thing now. When he can cultivate his physical strength to the level comparable to a fourth-rank martial artist, I’ll give it to him.”

“Third Brother, we can’t go back on our word.”

Wang Mazi spoke up for Jiang He, “To cultivate physical strength to the level of a fourth-rank martial artist, which requires at least ten thousand jin of force, even if Old Six has the talent for physical cultivation, how could he achieve it without three to five years?”

(End of the chapter)