Martial Arts World Assassin

Chapter 90: Thousands of Miles Alone
Huang Sixi stayed in the cave until dark and spent another night in the cave.

The next day, the wound had scabbed over and was almost healed.

He carried his heavy sword and luggage on his back and trudged towards the nearby town.

On the way, I recalled yesterday's experience of breaking the wall, and it felt like a lifetime ago.

Over the past five years, he has been living in the capital city, spending every day with Zeng Jing, leading a simple and relaxed life. During this period, he has not encountered any gang vendettas, and he has not even used martial arts again.

Now that he has broken through the wall and entered "Swordsman", a whole new era has unfolded before him. The future is full of turbulence and will no longer be as comfortable as before.

But since he took the initiative to choose the path of breaking through the wall, he has no regrets at all.

Every time he enters a new arena, his life span will be increased and his understanding of martial arts will become deeper. He cannot stay in a corner and wait for his body to decay.

"In this Swordsman, the martial arts of various schools are extensive and profound, the forces of various parties are intricate, and there are countless relics of famous masters hidden everywhere. Where should I start? I have no idea for the time being. I might as well find out the current situation of the martial arts world first, and then make plans!"

Thinking this, he quickened his pace.

Soon, he entered Hengyang City along the official road.

The morning market has just opened and there is a constant stream of people walking by. The streets are already bustling with activity.

Walking through the bustling streets, Huang Sixi subconsciously thought of the city of Beijing, which was also bustling with people.

He walked and looked around, and after walking two blocks, he suddenly heard a commotion.

"Huh? What happened to that Taoist priest?"

"I'm afraid he had a duel with someone. Look at the wound on his chest. It's covered in blood and it makes you shudder!"

"Where is the competition? What kind of competition is it? Let's go and take a look!"

"That Taoist priest seemed to have rushed out from Huiyan Tower!"

"In my opinion, it's better not to look at them. These are gangsters who kill people without blinking an eye. Don't let them get caught in the crossfire!"

After a while, the "Taoist priest" mentioned by passers-by ran past Huang Sixi.

Huang Sixi glanced at him and saw that there was indeed a scar on his chest, starting from the left chest and running diagonally to the lower abdomen. Blood was gushing out and had soaked his Taoist robe.

He looked back from time to time as if he was being chased by someone, but there was no one chasing him at the back of the street. He ran several dozen feet along the street before he stopped to catch his breath and took out the ointment to apply on his wound.

Huang Sixi withdrew his gaze and continued walking along the street, and soon came to an inn.

He looked up and saw that the sign of the inn was "Huiyan Tower".

This restaurant has two floors.

Because of a fight, all the guests in the lower hall had fled. Only the shopkeeper and the waiter were still there. They were looking worriedly towards the second floor with their necks stretched.

Huang Sixi walked past them without them noticing.

It was not until Huang Sixi stepped onto the stairs and saw his figure that they shouted anxiously: "Sir, sir, don't go upstairs. The masters upstairs are fighting. Be careful not to hurt yourself..."

As they were talking, they suddenly saw the outline of the heavy sword behind Huang Sixi. They immediately shut their mouths, thinking that this person didn't look like a guest, but might be a guy who came to fight. That was terrible! They hoped the restaurant wouldn't be demolished.

They all looked miserable and watched Huang Sixi go upstairs.

The space on the second floor is quite spacious, with more than a dozen round tables, but most of the customers have left.

I saw three martial artists sitting around the table in the middle, they were also the two parties in the duel.

The middle-aged man on the left of the table was in his thirties or forties, holding a short knife in his hand. He had a moustache, a frivolous and dissolute look, and a sinister and fierce expression.

On the right side of the table was a couple. The young man was about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, with an imposing bearing and free and easy manners. He had multiple knife wounds on his body, but he was still drinking from the wine glass, not caring about his injuries at all, like a wild and unrestrained playboy.

Next to him sat a sad-looking little nun. Whenever he finished drinking, he would say "fill up" and the little nun would quickly pour him a glass. The prodigal and the nun, this is a very strange combination.

The prodigal drank another glass of wine and wiped the corner of his mouth with his sleeve: "Brother Tian, if we fight standing up, I am no match for you, but if we fight sitting down, you are no match for me!"

The middle-aged swordsman listened and said with disdain: "Brother Linghu, what I, Tian Boguang, admire is your courage and bravery, not your martial arts!"

The prodigal son was very eloquent: "I, Linghu Chong, admire you, but the swordsmanship you use when standing is not the same as the swordsmanship you use when sitting!"

When the two men were chatting, they introduced themselves to each other, allowing Huang Sixi to recognize them clearly.

The prodigal son is Linghu Chong from the Huashan Sect. This man is very famous and is also the future giant in the martial arts world. Needless to say, he is very powerful.

The middle-aged knifeman is Tian Boguang, the "lone traveler of thousands of miles", a professional flower thief.

As for the little nun, her identity was soon revealed by Linghu Chong and Tian Boguang.

The two of them argued like old women for a while, and after the long argument, they sat down and decided how to fight.

Linghu Chong then asked, "Brother Tian, this is really cool. Fighting while sitting down shows your heroism. But, Brother Tian, what if you lose?"

Tian Boguang stroked his beard, glanced at Huang Sixi at the stairs, and said nonchalantly, "Whatever you say, it's up to you."

Linghu Chong clapped his hands and laughed, "Okay! Then I will make a bold suggestion. If you lose the duel, you must not offend this young nun Yi Lin in the future. You must bow respectfully and say, 'Young Master, disciple Tian Boguang greets you!'"

"damn it!"

Tian Boguang said with a snort: "Will I lose? What if I lose?"

"Naturally, too!"

Linghu Chong laughed out loud, "Whoever loses will switch to Hengshan Sect and become the disciple of Master Dingyi and the apprentice of this little nun."

After hearing this, Huang Sixi had confirmed the identity of the little nun. The disciple who got lost while washing her hands at the foot of the mountain yesterday was her.

When she was by the stream, she was restrained by Tian Boguang's acupuncture and was abducted and escaped. However, she ran into Linghu Chong nearby, who tried to rescue her along the way and had been dealing with Tian Boguang all the way here.

Looking at Tian Boguang's feet, there was a Taoist priest's body lying limply, with him stepping on one foot. The Taoist priest was wearing a Taoist robe that was exactly the same as the Taoist priest Huang Sixi had seen on the street earlier. The knife wound on the Taoist priest's chest was caused by Tian Boguang.

Huang Sixi evaluated Tian Boguang's martial arts ability. This man was a loner in the martial arts world, but he had a unique swordsmanship. He could fight with Yu Canghai, the master of Songfeng Temple in Qingcheng Mountain, for hundreds of moves without a clear winner.

Huang Sixi just wanted to use him to practice sword skills and test his own martial arts level in The Smiling, Proud Wanderer.

He rushed forward and grabbed Yi Lin's wrist: "Your master is looking for you, come with me!"

"Fuck you!"

Tian Boguang was furious and yelled, "Who do you think you are? How dare you interfere with my business!"

He jumped up quickly and slashed with his sword diagonally, using the same trick that had injured the Taoist priest earlier.

As a result, when the knife was about to hit Huang Sixi, a strong wind suddenly emerged and spread out from behind Huang Sixi, wrapping around the blade and instantly sweeping away the direction of the blade.

Then there was a loud bang.

'Keng! '

Huang Sixi held the sword in one hand and hit the blade hard. Tian Boguang felt his arm shaking violently and the handle of the sword almost slipped out of his hand, but he was skilled in swordsmanship and took advantage of the situation to release the force and break away from the sword. The blade suddenly turned horizontally and slashed towards Huang Sixi's chest and abdomen.

Huang Sixi raised his hand and chopped again. The wind from his sword was like a huge wave, sweeping towards Tian Boguang. Tian Boguang retreated uncontrollably, and the force of his sword collapsed, and he could no longer advance an inch.

Huang Sixi's sword struck the ground directly, and the whole round table broke into pieces. The wooden floor made a "boom!" and a gap several feet long was pierced through it, scaring everyone downstairs so much that they ran away and dared not stay in the hall anymore.

(End of this chapter)