The evil forces roaming the heavens

Chapter 1747 You can call me bad, but you can't call me bad!
"Boom!"

A purple thunderclap ripped through the night sky, making the heavy rain seem even more torrential.

Looking at Zhang Cheng outside the door, Old Wu burst into wild laughter, saying, "Your father could have pretended not to know anything, but he insisted on persuading me to turn myself in to the authorities. It's absolutely laughable!"

"So, I found a scapegoat and sent him to the underworld!"

As he walked forward step by step, Old Wu twisted his neck and said, "I originally intended to kill you as well, but who knew you would turn out to be so useless? I really hesitated for a moment. I didn't realize you were such a wolf!"

"Wow!"

Zhang Cheng untied the rope of his raincoat, shook it, and revealed the black clothes he was wearing underneath.
Walking forward, Zhang Cheng, knife in hand, said coldly, "Then I really must thank you!"

After saying this, Zhang Cheng raised his hand and unleashed a powerful strike, splitting Mount Hua in two.

Old Wu blocked Zhang Cheng's knife with his backhand, immediately baring his teeth. He couldn't help but kneel on the ground, then widened his eyes and said, "You brat, were you hiding your true strength?"

Thinking of Zhang Cheng's "martial arts," which relied on using lime powder to subdue people, Old Man Wu felt a chill run down his spine.
Because with just his strength, he can surpass all others in skill!

"Guess what?"

Concealing his usual nonchalant attitude, Zhang Cheng's eyes flashed, and he swiftly raised his knife, then slashed diagonally.
He rolled over to dodge, and Old Man Wu immediately blocked with his twin swords.

"Oh!"

His body flew through the air, smashing a vegetable jar in the corner, and he couldn't help but cough.
"Uncle!"

Stunned by what they saw, the border bandits roared and immediately charged forward.

"Clang clang clang!"

The two swords clashed, and sparks flew amidst the torrential rain.
Zhang Cheng parried the incoming blade with his backhand and said to the fierce border bandits in front of him, "You will all die tonight!"

After saying this, Zhang Cheng suddenly exerted his strength, using the force to knock him back several steps.

Seeing this, the remaining border soldiers immediately roared, "Damn little thief, you're asking for death!"

But just as the others rushed forward, Old Man Wu roared, "Be careful, this kid's swordsmanship is questionable!"

Upon hearing Old Wu's words, the other border soldiers were also puzzled.
Given his swordsmanship, what problem could there be?
A sinister smile crept across Zhang Cheng's lips as he stepped forward using the Bagua Step, slashing down with his sword with increasing speed.

"So fast!"

Staring at Zhang Cheng in disbelief, one of the border soldiers suddenly saw a flash of cold light, but his neck had already been severed.

He stumbled backward in shock, his eyes wide, clutching his neck, his face filled with terror.

Using his toe to lift the sword that the border soldier had dropped, Zhang Cheng shook hands with him before saying with a mocking expression, "You think my strongest skill is swordsmanship? Wrong. Actually, I'm more skilled in fist fighting."

"Crash!"

Wielding his twin swords in a dense, impenetrable attack, Zhang Cheng immediately bent his knees and charged forward like a cannonball.
Baguazhang, derived from swordsmanship,
A single palm strike becomes a single sword, and a double palm strike becomes a double sword. The sword is an extension of the fist, specializing in unorthodox and predatory attacks to kill!
Deflecting attacks from the left and slashing from the right, Zhang Cheng displayed astonishing momentum amidst the encirclement, as if he were not the one being ambushed and killed.
"Too slow, too slow! How can you kill anyone on the battlefield with this level of skill?"

Zhang Cheng blocked the downward slash with his right hand, then kicked the man in the knee.
"Crack!"

The sound of bones cracking rang out, and the border soldiers screamed in agony.
But in the next second, the head flew up and slammed heavily to the ground.

Blood stained his face, fading as the rain washed away, only making the scene more horrifying.

"Second Master."

Gripping his knife nervously, the other border soldiers looked at Zhang Cheng, cold sweat pouring down their backs.

This person's martial arts skills are simply superhuman; how can we possibly fight him?

Looking at their cowardly appearance, Zhang Cheng roared, "Is this your excuse for deserting and intercepting the birthday gifts? Cowardly trash!"

Staring coldly at Zhang Cheng, the border bandit roared, "Shut up! What do you know when we were fighting against the Liao Kingdom? We brothers risked our lives, only to have it stain the official hats of those officials!"

"This money is the hard-earned money of the people. If they can take it, why can't we?"

Grasping his knife, the border bandit stepped forward, staring at Zhang Cheng and saying, "I know you're strong, but we brothers aren't cowards!"

"Alright! I'll give you that chance!" Dropping the knife from his left hand, Zhang Cheng raised his left hand, holding the knife in front of him, assuming the swordsmanship of the Song Dynasty border troops.
However, this is not correct, because the shield should be held in the left hand!
Staring at Zhang Cheng in astonishment, the border bandit immediately roared ferociously, "How do you also know the Zhong family army's swordsmanship?"

"You can call me bad, but you can't call me bad! Come on!"

Looking at the fierce bandits from the border army before him, Zhang Cheng became serious.
They exchanged a glance, and then quickly rushed forward.

"Clang clang clang!"

With blades flashing, the group moved swiftly, each maneuvering and shifting, but they were fighting with their last breath, determined to kill their opponent.

"Drink!"

They desperately lunged at Zhang Cheng. One of the border soldiers was about to strike with his long sword when Zhang Cheng slit his throat with a backhand motion.
Seeing their comrades fall, the remaining border troops also became ferocious, attacking with a complete disregard for their lives.

"Wow!"

With a slash to Zhang Cheng's shoulder, the border bandit roared ferociously, "Die!"

Grabbing the back of the knife with his left hand, Zhang Cheng held it against the man's throat and said, "Goodbye."

"Pfft!"

The blood-red arrow shot into the air and splashed onto the water in the courtyard.
He staggered and knelt on the ground, while the other person desperately raised their head before collapsing to the ground.
"Zhang Cheng!"

Staring angrily at Zhang Cheng, Old Wu leaped up and roared.

But before he could make a move, Zhang Cheng had already stepped forward and pierced his chest with the nicked knife.

"Cough cough!"

Blood gushed uncontrollably from his mouth, and Old Wu staggered and collapsed into a pool of blood.

"Crack!"

Reaching out of his shoulder, Zhang Cheng's cold features gradually became clear.

Yang Tian stood facing the torrential rain, letting the rain wash away the bloodstains. Finally, he slowly walked to a corner and kicked open the vegetable jar.

But just as countless amounts of gold and silver appeared, Zhang Cheng sighed and said, "This Northern Song Dynasty is truly unworthy of a general who could restore it!"

The next day, a light drizzle continued.
After quickly treating his wounds, Zhang Cheng arrived at the yamen (government office).
However, they soon arrived at Old Wu's courtyard.

Seeing Liu, the foreman, talking to someone, Zhang Cheng was taken aback.
This person had a dignified and imposing physique, a pair of eyes that shone like cold stars, and eyebrows that were as black as if painted with lacquer.

With a broad chest, he exudes an aura of invincibility; his words are lofty and bold, revealing soaring ambitions. His heart is bold and courageous, like a lion descending from the clouds; his bones are strong and his muscles powerful, like a mythical beast shaking the earth.

"Captain Wu, you've been away for the past few months. This is Constable Zhang's son, Cheng-ge'er! His father was captured by bandits and unfortunately died in the line of duty!"

Liu, the foreman, waved to Zhang Cheng and began to introduce them.

"Second Brother Wu, it's been a long time!"

Zhang Cheng stepped forward, cupped his hands in greeting to Wu Song, and smiled.
"Good lad, you've taken over your old man's job!"

Looking at Zhang Cheng, Wu Song laughed, clearly quite familiar with him.
"We still need to make a living!"

Looking at the god of war before him, Zhang Cheng's lips twitched. He figured that if he were to fight Wu Song now, he'd probably only be slightly better off than Ximen Qing, able to last a dozen or so moves.
Because his oppressive aura was so terrifying, it was like a ferocious beast standing before you, exuding power without even being angry.
Stepping forward to examine something, Wu Song frowned and said, "The person who attacked me has extraordinary swordsmanship; their moves are unlike anything I've ever seen before."

"Oh, so does that mean it's an unsolved case?"

Upon hearing Wu Song's words, Liu Bantou was surprised.

"Let's hand it over to the Six Doors; they might know something!"

Speaking to Liu Bantou, Wu Song immediately smiled and said, "Brother Cheng, I've just gotten back. Remember to come over for a drink tonight!"

"Understood, Second Brother Wu!"

Zhang Cheng gestured to Wu Song, but frowned because the wound still needed to be treated!

(End of this chapter)