Even a dozen or so adults might not be a match for them, but after fighting with Brian White for so long today, not only did they fail to gain any advantage, but he even managed to knock several of them down.

　　Now, even though their sneak attack had succeeded, the other side’s momentum hadn’t faltered in the slightest—on the contrary, his smile grew even wilder.

　　Brian White suddenly sprang into action, his body charging forward like thunder, resembling a crazed, starving wolf in the darkness of night.

　　The disciple of the Mountain Sect named Samuel Hill hadn’t even recovered his senses before Brian White pounced on him, pinning him to the ground.

　　“You… you dare hurt me? I am—”

　　Samuel Hill felt as if a giant boulder was pressing down on his chest. Brian White held him to the ground with one hand, his eyes flashing coldly like a beast’s, leaving Samuel Hill’s mind completely blank.

　　Brian White drew the dagger from his back in one swift motion, raised it high, and brought it down.

　　“No—”

　　The other Mountain Sect disciples were shocked and horrified, but it was too late to shout. The cold blade fell, blood splattered, and Samuel Hill slowly collapsed to the ground.

　　“You’re in big trouble now! Do you know who Samuel Hill is? He’s the only son of the Mountain Sect’s leader!”

　　“You idiot! You actually dared to kill Samuel Hill! You’re finished… you’re finished…”

　　“Shut up!” Brian White roared, standing up with a blood-streaked face, his fierce gaze sweeping over everyone present.

　　All the curses stopped abruptly, every sound seemed stuck in their throats, unable to come out.

　　Brian White looked coldly at everyone present: “So you’re allowed to kill, but I’m not allowed to kill you?”

　　No one dared to answer. A cold wind swept through, and everyone couldn’t help but shiver.

　　“Go back and tell your damn Mountain Sect leader! If you dare to act up in my Wuliang Sect again, I’ll storm your mountain and wipe your sect out completely! Now get lost!!”

　　A dozen or so Mountain Sect disciples, supporting each other and carrying Samuel Hill’s corpse, fled in disgrace.

　　They were terrified—if they said even half a word more, this guy would definitely kill them on the spot.

　　Brian White touched the blood on his back and couldn’t help but laugh. That dagger had only gone in a quarter of the way, just scraping the skin.

　　Iron Shirt really lives up to its name. When the other side’s attacks didn’t hurt Brian White, he had plenty of options.

　　Brian White hadn’t held back at all—those who had enjoyed beating him just now all had their arms broken.

　　The ones who had shouted the loudest had faces swollen like pig heads. That feeling could be summed up in one word: satisfying!

　　Brian White had never felt so good in his life. To take revenge and settle grudges—this was what the jianghu was all about!

　　When Brian White returned to the mountain, Logan Warren’s face looked as if he’d eaten shit, and Alan Warren looked at Brian White with red eyes.

　　Anyone could guess with their backside that Logan Warren must have scolded her.

　　Brian White grinned and pulled Alan Warren aside: “Alan Warren, I bought you a piece of clothing today. Go try it on for me.”

　　After sending Alan Warren away, Logan Warren sighed, “Can’t you calm down a bit? The Mountain Sect isn’t someone we can afford to provoke.”

　　“That’s easy for you to say. You’re lying there unable to do anything. When those bastards were beating Alan Warren, didn’t you want to kill them?”

　　“I did… but I didn’t dare.” Logan Warren’s eyes flickered, and he didn’t hide his cowardice from Brian White: “I really fucking hate myself.”

　　“Do you want to learn martial arts?”

　　Logan Warren’s eyes widened: “You’re willing to teach me?”

　　“Actually, I just killed the Mountain Sect leader’s son. I’m afraid I can’t handle it alone, so… hehe…”

　　Logan Warren’s expression was priceless. After hearing Brian White out, he was dumbfounded: “You… you… you’ve got guts.”

　　“Anyway, our Wuliang Sect is small and weak. At worst, we’ll just run away. Alan Warren is our little sister—how could we not avenge her?”

　　“Say no more, it’s not your fault.” Logan Warren didn’t blame Brian White. If it had been him, he probably would have done the same.

　　“I’ll teach you a set of internal and external martial arts.” Brian White planned to teach Logan Warren the Hanging Pot Skill and Iron Shirt, because he felt these two manuals were the easiest to practice—or rather, they weren’t really about practice, but about being the easiest to improve.

　　“Internal arts? External… external arts?” Logan Warren gaped, unable to close his mouth: “You mean you’ll teach me both an internal and an external martial art?”

　　“What? Is there a problem?”

　　Logan Warren gave a wry smile, not sure if Brian White was really clueless or just pretending. What were external martial arts?

　　Even when the Wuliang Sect was at its peak, they didn’t have a single external martial art. Even within a radius of several hundred miles, you couldn’t find a sect with one.

　　If outsiders knew that the Wuliang Sect had an external martial art, they’d go crazy trying to snatch it.

　　As for internal arts, they were just as rare. As far as Logan Warren knew,

　　Even the Mountain Sect, which had been in the limelight for over a decade, only had a single incomplete internal cultivation method.

　　Normally, a complete internal cultivation method was even rarer than an external martial art. However, many sects shared a single internal method, so relatively speaking, internal arts weren’t quite as rare, but they were still extremely precious.

　　If someone produced a complete and unique internal cultivation method, it wouldn’t just drive people mad with greed—the whole area around Qingshui Town would be awash in blood.