Top-Class Comprehension: Start with Basic Fist Techniques Chapter 5: Encounter with Bandits in the Mountains, Tigers Attack People, 1 Strike Kill!

Three robust men clad in black hoods stepped inside.

Next, all three took off their hoods.

The trio seemed to be quarreling over something, causing a package to drop onto the floor.

"Crash."

A heap of silver ingots along with various pieces of jewelry tumbled out from the package.

Lu Changsheng's eyes went wide.

He had clearly figured out who these three were.

They were surely not righteous folks, likely bandits instead.

This gold and silver jewelry was probably stolen loot.

Upon spotting the treasures in the package, two exchanged looks before pulling out their big blades.

"Splash."

One man collapsed into a puddle of blood as the pair slew their partner.

One bandit snatched up the package from the ground, smirking, "Hmph, Liu San, this is your own fault, don't blame us—you were simply too greedy."

"Big brother, why waste words? Without Liu San, we'll claim even more of this gold and silver."

Greed flickered in the eyes of both men.

With all that gold and silver, they planned to lay low for some time.

The pair headed deeper inside to stash the package.

All of a sudden, one sniffed the air, detecting a smell.

"Who's there? Show yourself!"

His eyes swept the area, landing on a dark corner.

"Found out?"

Lu Changsheng's heart raced, yet in this tight space, hiding was impossible if spotted.

Thus, he stepped forward boldly, facing the two bandits calmly, "I'm just an herbalist gathering herbs in these mountains."

A basket still hung on Lu Changsheng's back.

The thieves glanced over and saw herbs inside the basket.

"Your dealings don't concern me."

"Treat it as if I was never here, and I saw nothing of you, alright?"

Lu Changsheng spoke steadily.

The men traded glances, tightened their grips on their blades, and sneered, "Bad luck for you—stumbling on our hideout and our faces."

Brandishing their knives, the two advanced.

"Hold on, I'm not alone up here; I've got a partner."

"That companion's probably searching high and low for me right now. Kill me, and you'll face serious problems."

Lu Changsheng retreated step by step.

"A companion? Guess we can't stick around. We'll finish you and bolt from the mountain!"

Malice gleamed in the bandits' eyes as they closed in with their hefty knives.

One step, two steps, three steps...

Lu Changsheng pressed back against the cave wall, nowhere left to go.

"Just one shot at this."

"It has to be an instant kill!"

Determination burned in Lu Changsheng's gaze.

He understood perfectly that his young body was undeveloped, weaker in every way than these rugged outlaws.

Even with some martial arts practice, his minor strength gain wouldn't help much.

Any other novice would meet certain death against these thieves.

Yet Lu Changsheng held a spark of hope.

He had mastered the Tiger Pounce Technique—perfected it completely!

The Tiger Pounce Technique mimicked a tiger lunging at prey, focusing on a fatal strike.

Eliminate one thief swiftly, and he could handle the remaining one.

Lu Changsheng lowered into a slight crouch, holding still.

Strength built within him, like a true tiger eyeing its target.

The moment an opening appeared, the tiger would launch a deadly assault.

Evidently, the thieves dismissed this mere youth as no threat.

In a few quick strides, one thief closed the distance and slashed his large knife at Lu Changsheng.

The instant the foe lifted his blade, resolve flashed in Lu Changsheng's eyes.

"Now!"

His legs bent deeper as he coiled low like a genuine tiger, then exploded forward in a mighty leap.

"Swoosh."

Lu Changsheng's lunge struck like lightning with ferocious power.

Actually, the bandit's reaction lagged behind the blistering speed; Lu Changsheng slammed into him, sending him crashing down.

"Bang."

After tackling the bandit flat, Lu Changsheng seized a jagged stone from the cave wall and hammered it savagely into the man's skull.

One blow, two blows, three blows...

After merely three to five strikes, the bandit's head turned into a bloody pulp, breath escaping him forever.

"Ah..."

The surviving bandit snapped to awareness, eyes bulging with fury.

"Second brother..."

The bandit lashed out with his knife at Lu Changsheng.

Lu Changsheng tumbled across the ground, dodging the strike by a hair, before striking the tiger pounce pose once more and hurtling toward the bandit.

This leap allowed him to bring the bandit down yet again.

Sticking to the routine, Lu Changsheng grabbed a rock and hammered it fiercely against the bandit's skull.

"Bang, bang, bang."

Several blows later, the bandit's head turned into mush, his body still on the ground.

"Tiger Pounce Technique mastered. Comprehension +2."

Tiny words materialized before Lu Changsheng's eyes.

"What? The Tiger Pounce Technique is mastered?"

A gleam of joy lit up Lu Changsheng's face.

From the moment he grasped the tiger's true essence, training the Tiger Pounce Technique became effortless, with rapid advancements.

Never did he anticipate mastering it outright after employing the Tiger Pounce Technique to slay those two bandits moments ago.

Yet exhaustion overwhelmed him now, leaving no strength to inspect his attribute panel.

"Phew..."

Lu Changsheng slumped to the earth, gasping for breath.

Truth be told, those two actions had drained every ounce of his power.

Looking back at the fight, the bandits boasted robust physiques yet lacked any real martial prowess, unable to withstand even a novice youth like Lu Changsheng.

Lu Changsheng himself had barely begun his martial arts journey.

With more practice, bolstered qi and blood, such foes would cease to endanger him.

Once he recovered some vigor after a short rest, Lu Changsheng promptly rifled through the bandits' possessions.

The gold and silver trinkets roughly tallied to about five hundred taels, plus silver notes from the trio exceeding three hundred taels.

All told, surpassing eight hundred taels.

What fortune did eight hundred plus taels represent?

A modest two-room courtyard in Nanyang City fetched merely thirty to fifty taels.

His haul of over eight hundred taels marked a massive windfall.

Little surprise the bandits boasted of lounging for years post-split.

"I must rejoin the apprentices. Carrying this silver or even the notes would be risky if searched."

Extreme caution defined Lu Changsheng.

He eyed the corpses, then hauled the three into the valley for a quick burial.

Next, he scoured the cave clean, erasing all bloodstains to deter beasts.

The collected herbs got prepared and stashed inside the cave for now.

His basket held just enough to dodge penalties.

Finishing these tasks, Lu Changsheng exited the valley, planting hidden signs en route for future mountain returns.

By midday, Lu Changsheng linked up with fellow Miao Shou Garden apprentices.

"Lu Changsheng, what'd you gather today?"

A grimy, sweat-soaked apprentice queried him.

Really, the fellow aimed to brag.

His basket brimmed with herbs, after all.

Lu Changsheng shook his head, feigning dismay, "Luck was so-so today, just this many herbs. Oh well, better dash off for more."

Swiftly, Lu Changsheng plunged back into the hills for herb hunting.

Truthfully, his recent jackpot rendered Miao Shou Garden prizes irrelevant.

His current efforts served mere pretense.

Dusk soon cloaked the sky.

Miao Shou Garden rounded up the apprentices once more.

One unlucky soul plummeted off a cliff mid-gathering, perishing without corpse recovery.

Three others triggered hunter snares, suffering injuries.

The rest emerged unscathed.

"Ruan Jin" shone brightest, amassing the most and finest herbs.

Thus, Miao Shou Garden awarded Ruan Jin five taels publicly.

This lavish prize stirred envy among many.

Yet the mission concluded, next one's timing unknown.

Elation for some, gloom for others.

Apprentices hastened from Wo Niu Mountain.

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