The world is like a prison, my body is holy

Chapter 76: Practicing Martial Arts is a Dead End

After seeing clearly who was speaking, Wang Wen raised his eyes and looked at Ma Feng in mid-air.

In the air, there was no longer just Ma Feng, the figure of Chen Sandao also appeared in the air.

The two ghosts pointed downwards and nodded to Wang Wen...

Wang Wen understood, this is the real boss!

He tightly grasped the fine steel silver spear in one hand and slowly raised the other hand: "Switch to the three-edged armor-piercing arrow..."

The sound of a taut bowstring exuded a dangerous aura, and the strong horse pawed the ground with its front hooves, looking a little uneasy...

"put!"

Wang Wen waved his hand heavily, and twenty triangular armor-piercing arrows burst out with a rustling sound and penetrated into the pitch-black gate.

The next second, several bright sword lights suddenly lit up inside the dark gate, and a burst of rapid "ding-ding-dang-dang" sounds of metal clashing broke out.

In the blink of an eye, the sound of metal clashing subsided...

Wang Wen turned around again, picked up a stick of fire with his steel gun, and threw it into the door.

"Clap."

The torch fell to the ground, sending up sparks everywhere. The flickering flames illuminated the tall figure standing with a sword. If it weren't for the seven or eight feather arrows stuck around him, it would be almost impossible to tell that he had moved.

"Amazing!"

Wang Wen exclaimed in admiration, and then raised his left hand expressionlessly again: "Upper String."

"Squeak."

The sound of bowstrings being stretched rang out again, and the jumping flames fell on the three-edged arrowheads, reflecting a bit of cold light, and the air seemed to freeze.

However, the tall figure standing inside the gate still did not move. He just leaned on his sword, breathing slightly, and faced the twenty arrowheads, with a fierce and rebellious look burning in his eyes.

Wang Wen looked directly into the man's eyes. He understood the strong unwillingness and resentment behind the rebellious and violent look in his eyes. He raised his left hand, but was reluctant to put it down.

After a dozen breaths, he whispered, "Collect your arrows, seal off this house, and order everyone to surrender. Anyone who resists will be killed without mercy!"

He jumped off his horse, spear in hand, and strode through the broken gate, heading straight for the man with the sword. "How could someone like you associate with the White Lotus Sect?"

The man with the sword: "It's a long story, so I won't talk about it anymore."

Wang Wen: "No regrets at all?"

The man with the sword: "Regret is the most useless thing in the world."

"There may be some truth in this..."

Wang Wen leaned on his gun with a clang and said grimly, "But what I hate most in my life is people who do wrong and refuse to repent!"

The man holding the sword laughed dumbly and nodded, saying, "This miserable life of mine is at hand. If Lord Wang finds it worthy, come and take it!"

Wang Wen: "Okay, tell me about your background."

The man holding the sword raised his sword and clasped his fists: "I shall always keep my name and surname. I am Gu Juntang. My fellow martial artists have honored me with the name 'Youlong Sword'!"

Wang Wen had never heard of this man, but he raised his gun and clasped his fists: "Wang Wen, the people of Yangzhou call him 'Wang the Tiger'!"

Gu Juntang suddenly smiled and said, "Isn't your name Wang Erhu?"

Wang Wen nodded nonchalantly: "It was called that name before, but one day, I will make everyone forget that name."

Gu Juntang: "Open... My sword is sharp, Lord Wang, please be careful, please!"

Wang Wen: "Come on!"

Gu Juntang drew his sword, stomped his feet heavily on the ground, and then rushed towards Wang Wen like a ghost, dragging the sword.

Wang Wen kicked the gun handle, shook the gun, and a gorgeous silver gun flower appeared in front of Gu Juntang.

Gu Juntang fearlessly swung his sword to knock the gun head off, then used the sword to protect himself. He stomped his feet heavily on the ground again, and the sword tip slid across the steel gun and quickly approached him, slashing towards Wang Wen's left hand that was holding the front handle of the steel gun.

"Thorn..."

Amid the harsh sound of metal friction, Wang Wen calmly released his left hand, gripped the gun handle with his right hand, twisted and shook it, and a force both hard and soft burst out along the gun body.

Without seeing how he moved, Gu Juntang, who had already reached four feet in front of Wang Wen, suddenly ducked down, used the Iron Bridge move, and swung his sword backwards.

"clang!"

The sharp sword tip cut off the silver spear that turned back to bite him, and then Gu Juntang slapped the ground with all his strength, stood upside down, kicked Wang Wen's spear, and slashed at Wang Wen's left leg with a sword.

Wang Wen dragged the gun back, avoiding Gu Juntang's sword while swinging it with one hand. The steel gun twisted like a python, and the gun head turned back nimbly again, biting Gu Juntang's back fiercely.

Gu Juntang felt the fierce wind coming from behind him, and without hesitation, he gave up the pursuit and rolled on the ground...

"clang."

Wang Wen's gun grazed the corner of Gu Juntang's clothes and hit the ground, breaking three or four flat stone slabs on the ground. Seeing Gu Juntang put away his sword and retreat, he took the opportunity to shoot at the broken stone slabs, shouted, and lashed out with his gun.

There was only a muffled "bang" sound, and dense gravel flew towards Gu Juntang like a swarm of locusts.

Gu Juntang, who was standing over there, saw this and immediately threw the sword in his hand upwards, freeing his hands. He shouted angrily and pushed out with all his might: "Turbulent waves!"

Before he finished speaking, a powerful force shot out like a fountain, shattering the dense flying gravel into powder.

Seeing this, Wang Wen, who was rushing over closely behind the gravel, quickly steadied his steps, thrust his spear with both hands, shouted and shook the spear flower, and with his powerful energy, he followed the spear force and forcibly tore apart the palm force coming from the dark side, leaving only a gust of wind that lifted his long hair and made it flutter.

"Snapped."

Gu Juntang caught the falling sword accurately and nodded at Wang Wen with admiration, saying, "At such a young age, you already possess such beautiful spear skills. You are truly a young man to be feared!"

Wang Wenyi put away his gun and looked at Gu Juntang thoughtfully. He nodded and said, "No wonder you are called Youlongjian. Your body movement skills are really good."

He thought to himself that this guy must be a master of Dan Jin!
He had already pushed "Canglan Jiudielang" to the sixth level and was on the threshold of perfect transformation, but he couldn't deliver that palm strike just now.

He had also seen the palm power of a post-natal master, and the power of that palm strike just now was still a long way from the post-natal realm.

Then it can only be Dan Jin...

He thought to himself with delight: "I really need to get out more and see the world!"

He did not feel afraid, but rather eager to try!
People who practice martial arts must be brave enough to fight and go through hundreds of battles before they can hope to reach the pinnacle of martial arts and see the infinite scenery of "standing on the top of the mountain and overlooking all the mountains". If they just work in isolation, they will never achieve anything great!
Moreover, his fully upgraded Iron Shirt had already given him a high tolerance for error, and his mastered Six Harmonies Spear was even more effective against these short-range weapons! Just like just now, this guy was clearly a level higher than him in martial arts, yet he still managed to make him jump up and down like a horse, dancing gracefully.

At worst, he could still retreat back outside and have his Western Army veterans shoot this guy to death with arrows...

In a word, the advantage lies in me!
……

"Come again!"

Gu Juntang was a little bit upset by Wang Wen's words "good body movement". He simply shook his sword and said coldly: "The way of martial arts is said to be broad and profound, with countless changes, but in the final analysis, it is just two strokes!"

Wang Wen nodded and raised his gun: "That's exactly what I want, come on!"

Before he finished speaking, he took a step forward and stabbed Gu Juntang with a gun.

Gu Juntang took a step forward to evade, and rushed into Wang Wen's encirclement with his sword.

Wang Wen swept the spear horizontally with great force, and the silver spear tip drew a smooth arc towards Gu Juntang's throat.

Gu Juntang used the move of Su Qin carrying a sword on his back, ducked down to avoid the spear tip, and then suddenly slid forward again. The long sword suddenly stabbed out from the side of his body, heading straight for Wang Wen's left hand.

Wang Wen stood up and raised the gun. He twisted the gun handle with his back hand, pressed down the gun barrel with his front hand, and smashed the gun down.

Gu Juntang dodged and avoided the heavy spear head that was falling with an explosive sound. He shouted and slashed at Wang Wen's spear with his sword.

"clang."

With the powerful force coming, Wang Wen's gun rack suddenly fell apart, the gun shifted to the left, and the middle door opened wide.

Gu Juntang took the opportunity to take a step forward and draw his sword.

The light was too dim, and Gu Juntang's sword was too fast. Wang Wen really couldn't see where he stabbed with the sword. He could only let go of his left hand first, drag the gun with his right hand and jump back. At the same time, he used the delicate gun control method to control the gun tip to rub towards Gu Juntang's neck while retracting it.

However, he didn't expect that his movements were still a little slow. When he withdrew his left hand, he felt a chill on his elbow. A strong tingling sensation ran along his elbow and spread to half of his body in an instant.

His originally agile body suddenly became much clumsy.

'Oh no, he hit me hard!'

Wang Wen was secretly shocked, but he remained calm as he held the gun in one hand, twisting and shaking it. The shaking gun tip bit towards Gu Juntang's neck more fiercely.

Because the light was too dim, Gu Juntang only knew that his sword strike had numbed the tendons in Wang Wen's left hand, but he didn't see that there was no blood gushing out of his left hand. Seeing that Wang Wen was controlling the gun with one hand, he thought that his sword strike had already crippled Wang Wen's left hand. He immediately withdrew, drew a circle with his sword, and reversed to entangle Wang Wen's steel gun...

"Get rid of it!"

He shouted loudly and suddenly swung his sword on Wang Wen's spear.

Wang Wen felt a numbness in the base of his right hand and almost lost his grip on the spear.

However, the powerful force still knocked the spear off course, causing the spear tip to pierce into the stone slab on Wang Wen's right side with a clang, opening the door again.

Gu Juntang looked at Wang Wen with some surprise, as if he was amazed that he could still hold the spear with one hand, but he did not miss this rare opportunity. He stomped his feet heavily on the ground and rushed towards Wang Wen like a ghost.

Wang Wen was so frightened by his posture that his bladder tightened. Without thinking, he turned around and walked away with his gun!
Gu Juntang was not willing to let him go, and his pursuit speed increased immediately. In the blink of an eye, he was within five feet of Wang Wen...

When he saw that his sword was about to hit Wang Wen, the madly running Wang Wen suddenly stepped heavily on the ground, turned around, grasped the steel spear with both hands, and stabbed the spear from his left shoulder without looking back.

This shot was really fast, powerful and unexpected!

When Gu Juntang saw Wang Wen crush the stone slab with his foot, the sharp spear light had already pierced his eyes. Alarm bells rang in his mind and he tried desperately to turn the sword in front of him to block the shot, but the speed of the sword's rotation suddenly became as slow as an ant crawling, and he could only watch the spear light flash by.

It's too late to say it, but it will be soon...

With a "puff" sound, Gu Juntang, whose figure was floating forward like a ghost, was suddenly hit in the chest as if by a galloping horse. He flew backwards on the spot, and the sword in his hand fell to the ground with a "clang".

Wang Wen turned around, took a horse stance, held the steel gun in both hands, and gasped heavily.

In that counterattack just now, he really used all his strength.

Gu Juntang hung in the air on the tip of the gun, staring at Wang Wen's left arm with a dull look, as if he was still wondering how he had managed to stab the target.

He had certainly seen a counterattack, but he had never heard of anyone being able to do it with one hand...

It was not until he saw clearly that there was no blood on Wang Wen’s left elbow that his eyes suddenly dimmed.

He opened his mouth to say something, but a stream of blood gushed out of his mouth and nose. However, a deep resentment still supported him as he screamed out: "Practicing martial arts is a dead end!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his limbs stiffened and he lost his voice.

He stared intently until he died...

Wang Wen stood up with a slight breath, and slowly put Gu Juntang, who was on the tip of the gun, to the ground.

He stared at Gu Juntang's face, his eyes wide open, and pondered for a long moment, bewildered. Then, suddenly realizing, he said, "You don't think I'm using talismans or magic weapons for protection? Damn, you've been in the martial arts world for half your life, and you've never even heard of an iron shirt?"

Gu Juntang seemed to have really heard his words, and his eyes suddenly widened even more!

Wang Wen walked forward speechlessly and put his hand down to touch his eyes.

As a result, when he raised his hand, Gu Juntang's eyes opened again, staring at him straight...

"It's no use looking at me like that!"

Wang Wen was even more speechless: "You are not strong enough, it's not that your martial arts are not working!"

He almost figured out why this guy looked so dead as soon as he showed up.

Any normal person can imagine what the current situation is like within the White Lotus Sect with just their toes.

People like Gu Juntang who practiced martial arts purely must have been neglected and marginalized within the White Lotus Sect. After all, compared to those extraordinary people who knew magic, formations, and the ability to exorcise souls and refine ghosts, these martial artists really looked stupid and clumsy.

It would have been fine if he was ignored and suppressed in the White Lotus Sect, but tonight he led a team to attack the inn, but was completely killed by two ghosts using a dimensionality reduction attack.

As a martial arts master, he was just a bystander throughout the whole process, but he was also followed by two ghosts while running away. They followed the clues and found their lair in Jingde County...

Who wouldn’t doubt life?
When this guy was dying, he must have been filled with sadness and misery of being abandoned by the times.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have shouted out in grief and anger, "Practicing martial arts is a dead end."

But Wang Wen felt… his martial arts weren’t strong enough? Bullshit!

Is the evil spirit in Yangzhou government office scary enough?
Wasn't he still beaten to the point of crying for his parents by his master uncle and Lin Baichuan?

(End of this chapter)