Comprehension Ability: Creating the Five Thunders Technique in Reality

"Lumbering fool, in terms of horizontal training, the name of our Northwest Thunder Temple shakes the world. I hope you won't disappoint me."

The Arhat laughed heartily, gazing excitedly at the woodman, his eyes filled with glee.

With a loud shout, his muscles instantly tightened, and his large monk robe suddenly tore apart.

Chunks of menacing muscles were exposed, containing unimaginably terrifying destructive power.

"You better not die too fast."

The Arhat roared and charged towards the woodman.

He stepped on the plank walkway, causing it to crack inch by inch, and he rushed towards the woodman like a war chariot.

Hard Qi Gong relies on pure power.

In this world, some excel in techniques, while others rely purely on strength.

On the battlefield, the ability to kill is supreme; no matter the style, surviving till the end is what counts.

"Don't go over there, you're no match for him."

Liu Nuyan yelled, unable to contain his inner curses.

What about the Northwest Thunder Temple?

This guy has no idea about the terror of wood.

Yet he didn't run away immediately.

Liu Nuyan didn't admit it, but deep down, he carried a bit of hope.

He hoped the Arhat could perform a miracle, but the scene that followed completely crushed Liu Nuyan's resistance.

The Arhat charged towards the woodman with great momentum, but the woodman remained unmoved. He merely raised his left hand, clenched his fist, and struck forward.

A muffled sound was heard.

Half of the Arhat's body was hit by the woodman, exploding like a balloon.

The Arhat's upper body, as if struck by a high-speed super train, instantly separated blood and flesh.

Half of the corpse was covered in white bones, flesh, and internal organs, flying hundreds of meters away into the lake, attracting countless fish to scramble.

The fish thought their master had thrown in food.

Liu Nuyan stood dumbfounded outside the walkway.

Killing for treasures? Stealing secrets? Northwest Thunder Temple master's?

Under the woodman's punch, he was standing far away yet felt as if hit as well.

Countless thoughts turned into chaos, all turning into illusions.

Liu Nuyan brought about a dozen men; some died, while the rest saw the bad situation and fled, leaving only him.

By the lakeside walkway, the smell of blood drifted with the wind; if not for the damaged walkway and the blood left behind, it was as if nothing had happened.

Zhao Weinan and Zhao Baiying collapsed on the ground, relying on each other for warmth.

Their faces were filled with shock, almost thinking they were dreaming.

Zhongcheng Hall dispatched many masters; they thought they would die.

Yet the woodman silently stepped out, killing all these people like swatting flies, making them still unable to believe it.

This lumbering giant who always followed Lin Beichen was simply a ruthless killing machine.

Regardless of who or how strong one is, falling into his hands means a swift end.

Zhao Weinan, from a prominent family, had seen more scenes and understood the woodman's fearsome power better than Zhao Baiying.

The woodman's power was so high, who exactly was Lin Beichen?

Having a master like the woodman couldn't just be maintained with money.

Modern martial arts masters are nurtured bit by bit with scientific instruments and various advanced supplements.

Their power far surpasses that of ancient people.

Though there's still debate on who is stronger between ancient and modern martial artists, there's one thing people can't deny.

Ancient masters were sporadic, but now, with minimal variables, mass production is possible.

Science has transformed every field, including the talents of martial artists.

While she was thinking, Liu Nuyan suddenly rushed forward, kneeling before Lin Beichen.

"Young Master Lin, I dare not resist anymore. Give me a chance, for I can help you find the second master, spare my life...

From now on, I'll be your dog, whoever you want me to bite, I'll be the first to obey, never having a second thought!"

Liu Nuyan said while kowtowing desperately.

The wooden walkway echoed with his kowtows; soon, the walkway cracked.

Liu Nuyan's forehead was covered in blood, but he dared not stop.

The woodman's punch shattered all his delusions.

He knew that beyond making elixirs, some families researched human mysteries and even carried out human modification projects.

But no matter how much they played with modifications, they couldn't produce a master like the woodman.

Lin Beichen was scarier than he imagined.

This wasn't a family puppet controlled at their fingertips, but an invincible strongman capable of crushing families like garbage.

Footsteps approached, shadows cloaked the moonlight.

Liu Nuyan raised his head in terror, immediately seeing the woodman's cold face.

Ah!

Liu Nuyan screamed, kowtowing even more frantically.

"I told you long ago, if you sincerely submit to me, I'll give you anything you want, why render unnecessary actions?"

Lin Beichen sighed softly.

Elixirs fought over by families were casually crushed in his hands.

Like molding clay, these things were useless to him.

Even so-called longevity elixirs were beneath his regard.

He couldn't understand why these people chose violence?

Just because they're habitually stepping on others, looking down from above, thinking anyone daring to refuse their goodwill deserves unforgiveness?