The Wind-Controlling Swordsmanship from Under One Person

Chapter 10: Instant Attack
"Well, Brother Qin, if you have something to say, just tell me. Otherwise, you can beat me up." Wang Zhenqiu said with a dry smile.

"You're talking nonsense! You were so kind to bring me into the Tang Sect, how could I possibly beat you up?" Qin Ye said with a gloomy smile, "Don't worry, I don't hold a grudge. Really, tell me, why didn't you come here yourself?"

"Uh, maybe we can talk about it later."

"What do you say?"

Wang Zhenqiu scratched his head awkwardly: "The Tang Sect is full of assassins, good at lurking. If they show off their skills in front of Guan Gong, they can always share the firepower if they are discovered."

"Wonderful, really wonderful." Qin Ye clapped his hands.

Feeling the other party's increasingly hostile gaze, Wang Zhenqiu's mouth twitched:
"It's mainly about looking after each other."

"Yes, that's right."

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Afterwards, the two of them started wandering around the back mountain of Tang Sect in a strange atmosphere.

After searching for a while, the two finally found the Tang Clan's training ground. They had originally planned to find a place to hide first, and then come back to steal the skills during the day, but they discovered that there was still someone practicing in the middle of the night.

The two of them squatted on the tree and looked down.

It was a young man with long black hair, who was stabbing the wooden stake with a pitch-black iron spike in his hand.

The attack speed was very fast, but seemed chaotic. Each strike hit the corners of the wooden stake and the landing point was very imprecise.

However, Qin Ye observed that this inaccuracy was not due to the young man's poor cultivation, but because this was the nature of his attack method.

Abandon precision and increase the speed of stabbing, maintain dense and even force and rhythm, then find the right position and kill with a swift blow.

This conversion from density to precision is difficult, but if used well it can deal a fatal blow to the enemy in battle.

Imagine that when the enemy has adapted to your previously chaotic and even rhythm, and you suddenly change the speed and strike his vital point with precision and swiftness, those with similar strength will basically die.

"Is this the Tang Sect's instant attack?" Wang Zhenqiu whispered into Qin Ye's ear.

"Yeah." Qin Ye nodded.

"It doesn't seem to be interesting." Wang Zhenqiu shrugged.

Qin Ye moved aside and ignored Wang Zhenqiu. The two had different specialties. Wang Zhenqiu was a man of many talents and was good at acrobatics, while he specialized in swordsmanship, and this kind of attacking and killing skill was more useful to him.

Even if you don't learn it, understanding the method will help you deal with it better in the future.

At this time, a thin old man with a hungry face appeared in their sight.

"Ma Long, it's so late, and you're still practicing."

Ma Long turned around and said, "Master Wang, you haven't slept yet."

The person who came was none other than Zhang Wang, the Tang Sect's director of political education and education, who was in charge of the outer sect.

Zhang Wang advocates abandoning the distinction between the inner and outer sects of the Tang Sect so that the Tang Sect's skills can be better passed on. If you ask him what the Tang Sect is, he will answer you, "the sect that inherits the Tang Sect's skills."

However, the philosophy of Tang Miaoxing, the current leader of Tang Clan, is exactly opposite to his. Tang Miaoxing is still obsessed with the survival style of the old Tang Clan and believes that Tang Clan should be a killer sect. From the old Taoist priest to the common people, anyone can be killed as long as there is a commission.

What he wants to pass on is the will of the "killer", that is, the "inheritance of will". If you ask him what the Tang Sect is, he will say "the world's number one killer sect."

This is also the reason why he told his inner disciples to do nothing else but to learn Danxie, because Danxie is the best method of killing in the world.

In comparison, Zhang Wang’s ideas are actually more suitable for the current era, because there is a company above the aliens that suppresses order.

"I'm old and I sleep lightly. I can't sleep with all the noisy clacking you make." Zhang Wang said this with a serious face, but he didn't mean to blame him.

"Come on, give me your instant attack again."

"Yeah." Ma Long turned around, clenching the dagger in his fingertips. He was a little nervous now, not because he was being watched, but because he was afraid that he would not play well and lose face in front of Master Wang.

He took a deep breath, adjusted his breathing, and then quickly hit the wooden stake with his daggers. The messy attack was like raindrops, dense and chaotic.

But then his eyes focused, and he thrust out with the dagger at lightning speed, more than twice as fast as before, and hit the center of the wooden stake with great precision. The wooden stake, which was thicker than a person's waist, exploded instantly and broke into countless pieces.

"So awesome~"

A sound of appreciation was heard.

Ma Long's instant hit was indeed good and he deserved the praise. The problem was that the praise did not come from Zhang Wang, but from Wang Zhen who was hiding in the tree.

"who!?"

A hand pierced through the air and flew straight towards the source of the sound.

Wang Zhen dodged the ball sideways, looking a little embarrassed.

Just as he was about to say something to relieve the pressure, he felt someone kick him in the butt and he fell straight off the tree. He rubbed his butt and looked back, but there was no sign of him on the tree.

"I rely on!"

Wang Zhenqiu cursed inwardly, "Just run if you want, why did you kick me down? We agreed to take care of each other."
Without saying anything more, two pairs of eyes were staring at him fiercely not far away. Wang Zhen jumped up and ran away without caring about the direction.

"Master Wang, someone is breaking into the mountain!"

Seeing this, Ma Long reacted and exclaimed.

Looking at the direction in which the mountain intruder fled, Zhang Wang's face became even gloomier. He ordered Ma Long to notify the disciples in the sect, and he quickly followed.

Seeing everyone leave, Qin Ye came down from the tree. He didn't run at all, he just climbed higher.

In the situation just now, whoever shows up first will be the target. Wang Zhen likes to play ball, so he will give him a ride.

On the other side, Wang Zhenqiu, who was running wildly, felt more and more that something was wrong. Putting aside the fact that Qin Ye had the ability to disappear out of thin air, why did he feel that he was getting deeper and deeper into the Tang Sect?

Just as Wang Zhenqiu was about to change direction.

Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh!
Three sounds of breaking through the air came straight towards the back of Wang Zhenqiu's head. Feeling the coolness on the back of his head, Wang Zhenqiu turned over and jumped up. Three steel needles brushed against the corners of his clothes and were nailed to the ground.

"Who dares to trespass into my Tang Wang Zhenqiu?"

Zhang Wang, who had caught up, was stunned when he saw who was coming, and then cursed:
"You bastard, you dared to run to the back mountain when you were not allowed to enter? What do you want to do? Do you know the consequences of trespassing into the back mountain of the Tang Sect? Even if I cripple you here, no one will say a word against my Tang Sect."

There is a Tang Tomb in the back mountain of the Tang Sect, where not only are the heroic souls of the ancestors buried, but also the Tang Sect's unique skill "Dan Shi".

After being discovered, Wang Zhenqiu simply stopped running and resumed his playful and smiling demeanor:
"Hey, Master Wang, I missed you so much that I came to see you. How are you these days?"

Zhang Wang didn't buy his tricks and snorted coldly, "Stop playing dirty with me. I heard you have an accomplice. Where is he?"

As he was speaking, Ma Long, who had gone to get people, also rushed over, bringing with him a large group of outer disciples.

Someone in the crowd who recognized Wang Zhenqiu immediately started cursing at him, criticizing this troublemaker for not letting them sleep peacefully at night. If Zhang Wang hadn't been there, they would have wanted to kick him in the face.

This shows how unpopular Wang Zhenqiu is in the southwest.

(End of this chapter)