Chapter 32 Clashing, Hidden Scheme (1/2)

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The sword attack was extremely covert and fierce, striking with the overwhelming force of thunder on the person outside the door in the moment they let their guard down. In that instant, there was only the sharp chill of the blade cutting through the air. Wang Anfeng had not anticipated such a turn of events and was caught somewhat off guard, yet he remembered he was in disguise, likely mistaken by Chuan Lian as a martial artist from Immortal Pavilion. It seemed forgivable. Without drawing his sword, Wang took a half step back to avoid the piercing cold of the longsword's edge. Since his right shoulder had been wounded by Zhao Zhengyong's desperate strike four days prior, he now fought only with his left hand. seaʀᴄh thё nôvelFire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. He raised his palm slightly and flicked his fingers against the sword edge. There was a constant ringing as the vigorous qi on the blade was dispersed. Wang Anfeng shifted his stance and avoided the edge, while his left hand's three fingers, moving from bottom to top, pinched the blade. Infusing the Ten Powers of Tathagata, the sword was rendered immovable as if stuck in a stone wall. The qi dispersed from the sword body. A stinging sensation arose at Wang Anfeng's fingertips, he pressed his lips together, and in his original youthful voice, he said, "It's me, Brother Chuan..." The trembling of the sword edge subsided. As he spoke, Wang Anfeng's expression was quite complex. Two years prior, when he left Fufeng County City to go to Pharmacist Valley, neither he nor Chuan Lian Meng Yuexue had imagined such an outcome. Nor could anyone have expected that, after their parting that day, they would not see each other again for two years. There was no right or wrong to speak of, only that fate plays with people. As the power on the blade dissipated, Wang Anfeng relaxed his fingers and let out a slight sigh of relief, softly saying, "Brother Chuan, let's open the door first." "Let's go inside and talk..." Before his words had ended, the longsword that had lost its force suddenly thrust forward violently, and Wang Anfeng's complexion changed slightly at the fierce might. A cracking noise followed, as the doors that were previously shut burst in from both sides, charging towards him. Wang Anfeng's heart sank, sensing something was amiss, and with a tip of his toe, he swiftly retreated backward. Given the secluded location and the narrow alleyway, even with his high qinggong abilities, he managed just enough space to dodge the collapsing doors. However, unexpectedly, two flashes of cold light broke through the wooden doors and attacked his arms from left and right, while the sword thrust straight at him like a venomous snake emerging from the grass. Even a martial artist with heaven-reaching cultivation is human after all. If struck in a vital spot, even a Sixth Rank martial artist like Zhao Zhengyong would perish instantly, let alone Wang Anfeng, a Seventh Rank martial artist. To rely on the Golden Bell Shield to forcefully resist would greatly deplete his energy and leave him in a passive position, which would be unwise. In the split second of that decision, Wang Anfeng lifted his left hand, placing it on the handle of his Heavy Blade. He recited Buddhist scriptures internally, channeling the Herculean power of moving mountains, the Dharma of the Ten Powers of Tathagata manifested once again. Accompanied by the resonating howl of the nameless Mo Blade from the leader of the Twenty-Seven Allied Gangs, it cleaved through the air in a slashing arc, its movement casting a ring of cold light. crisp snapping sounds indicated the three distinctly sharp weapons had been cleaved in half by the Heavy Blade, falling to the ground, continuing to wail. The so-called ambush had fallen apart in an instant. And at that moment, the person who had made the strike appeared before Wang Anfeng. It turned out not to be Chuan Lian, whom Wang Anfeng had initially suspected. Behind the doors, stood a slender young man dressed in brocade and carrying a jade belt, looking to be around twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old and holding the hilt of a sword, seemingly in disbelief and with a face full of shock. On either side of him stood a short, stocky man, less than five feet tall with ugly features that were very much alike. They looked surprisingly nimble at this moment. Upon seeing the situation, they threw away their broken blades and each drew a simple knife from behind, looking vigilant and keeping their eyes on the young martial artist outside holding the Mo Blade. The one on the left called out in a loud voice, "Which sect's brother might you be? Also came here to get a piece of the action?" His face looked fierce, but his heart was shaking tremendously. The two brothers, being born with ugly appearances and constantly bullied, had a special connection, as if two bodies shared one mind. After learning martial arts, with their mediocre knife techniques and excellent coordination, they had defeated many martial artists from Jianghu and made a name for themselves. Even if they were outmatched, they would never be at a disadvantage. Like the ambush earlier, their weapons had been shattered in one strike, which was rare to see. In Jianghu around Fufeng, only those reputable experts could achieve such a feat. The young man looked youthful, yet he possessed such astonishing skills. The tiger's mouth of their right hand, still holding the knife, throbbed with unceasing pain. They weren't sure how much of their strength they could muster, and the idea of retreat had already risen in their hearts. Wang Anfeng did not respond to the shout, his gaze sweeping over the three men and into the courtyard. It was just as he had seen from the outside: although located in a remote area, the yard was very quiet and well-maintained, with a small field cultivated in the front yard, clearly a suitable place for hiding and residing in seclusion. However, the wooden houses within the yard were now in shambles. The door was wide open, and on it were several slashing marks from a blade, emitting wisps of a strange fragrance from Pharmacist Valley that Wang Anfeng had sensed earlier. Bright red blood flowed out from inside the house. Wang Anfeng's expression grew colder. The twin brothers sensed danger and feigned an attack, rushing towards Wang Anfeng while they had already prepared to use a unique qinggong technique, the Tumbling Step Technique. They planned to escape from both sides of the young man while he was on the defense. Just as they leaped forward two steps, the heavy blade in Wang Anfeng's left hand suddenly lifted. The blade cut through the air, creating a layer of Qi Force that was almost visible to the eye as he twisted his body and swept horizontally. The faces of the twin brothers changed drastically as they hurriedly used their weapons to block in front of them, only to hear a crackling sound. First, their hands turned cold, then severe pain struck them, and like falling leaves, they flew into the courtyard, feeling the world around them grow blurry. Their usually heavy bodies felt exceptionally light, as if they were about to soar into the sky on the wind. With a thunderous explosion, the two men, whose Internal Strength Martial Bodies were about Eighth Rank, crashed heavily against the green wall, leaving large spider-web cracks and becoming embedded in the wall, their limbs dangling limply, silent. The two simple blades that blocked the edge of the Mo Blade fell to the ground, shattered into pieces. The blade in Wang Anfeng's hand itself weighed a thousand catties. Furthermore, in his fury, he had exerted the Ten Powers of Tathagata Dharma with all his might. Speaking purely of physical strength, his strike was almost comparable to that of an ordinary Sixth Rank Martial Artist. How could the mere two Eighth Rank Martial Artists hope to withstand it? The young man who had previously tried to ambush Wang Anfeng with a sword was just now coming back to his senses, his face deathly pale and his heart beating wildly. In a mere few moments, two experts whose martial arts didn't fall short of his own had been defeated in one move, without the slightest chance to fight back. At this moment, it was unclear whether they were dead or alive. With this thought, large beads of cold sweat seeped out from his forehead, he swallowed hard, and his palms—holding his weapon—trembled uncontrollably. Dust billowed like fog as the air waves swept forward. The martial artist dressed in dark Vigorous Attire held the longsword in his left hand at an angle and stepped slowly forward. Each step he took seemed to echo on the very heart of the trembling young man. His expression was as cold as ice. The longsword in his hand was black as ink, hefty and without a sheath, only the edge of the blade was a chilling white, sending even more fear into his heart. Without regard for the trembling young man, Wang Anfeng stepped forward. In the blink of an eye, he had covered a distance of ten yards and arrived in front of the wooden house. Wang Anfeng had been domineering and fierce in his previous move, yet now he felt an inexplicable fear at the mere step he was about to take. He was afraid of seeing the one scene he least wished to encounter once he entered. Pursing his lips, Wang Anfeng put the heavy blade on his back again and stepped into the house. ............… Stay tuned for updates on My Virtual Library Empire About three miles to the west of this house. An elderly man sat on a recliner, his hair and beard all white. He held a scroll of medical texts in his hands. On the stone table next to him was a pot of clear tea. He would glance at the medical texts and then take a sip of the fragrant tea, his demeanor utterly graceful and carefree. Kneeling before him were three martial artists, all wearing blue robes and appearing to be in their thirties. The one leading the group had a square face and eyes, and a silver whip around his waist. He spoke in a grave voice, "Seventh Elder, the message has already been sent out." "The fastest in Jianghu have already arrived, including the Wu brothers. Their Internal Strength Cultivation is not weak, and their swordsmanship is sinister. If any remnants from Pharmacist Valley are there, they will certainly be wounded. It will make the chase simpler afterwards." The old man nodded slightly, placing the medical text on his lap and frowning as he said slowly, "That would be for the best." "A sly rabbit has three burrows, huh… This remnant has grown a lot in the past two years." "We've even lost quite a few disciples from the pavilion in our pursuit, and lately, none have survived… If this continues, although it won't cause a great calamity, it is still bothersome. After all, training martial artists is not a simple task for our pavilion." The kneeling martial artists felt cold sweat on their foreheads, realizing that the elder before them was subtly reminding them that the matter had already displeased the pavilion. They felt somewhat uneasy and knelt lower, saying, "Please rest assured, Elder." "This time we have released the whereabouts of their hiding place, informing those martial artists that there are secret manuals of the medicinal theories of Pharmacist Valley there. With the crowd swarming, we will surely force out that remnant's slip." "Moreover, although that remnant has high martial arts skills and is ruthless, he is ultimately burdened with a liability." "We have already laid out a Heavenly Nets Earthly Traps in this town. As soon as they reveal the slightest trace, they won't have a chance to escape alive. When the time comes, we will capture them all in one fell swoop and get those two remnants fully in our hands." PS: Here is the first update…

Chapter 32 Clashing, Hidden Scheme (1/2)

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