The Wind-Controlling Swordsmanship from Under One Person

Chapter 11 Gambling
"How could I have an accomplice? You really misunderstood him during the day. Oh no, that's not right. Now it seems like he has really become my accomplice."

Wang Zhenqiu was a playboy by nature and had no intention of covering for his teammates at all. Or, did he really have the concept of teammates?

"Go find him. He's in your Tang Sect, maybe nearby. We originally agreed to come to your Tang Sect to steal some skills, but now it seems that we can't do that."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone in the Tang Sect was shocked and angry, and immediately began to search everywhere.

Qin Ye, who was hiding not far away and ready to watch the fun, sighed secretly. He regretted cooperating with Wang Zhenqiu a little. He should have known that this guy was unreliable.

The situation was already so clear, there was no point in trying to be sneaky anymore, as it was not in line with his purpose. He stopped hiding and rushed out.

Seeing Qin Ye coming out, Wang Zhenqiu showed a triumphant smile: "Hey, Brother Qin, you're here. I told you that you wouldn't abandon me."

"Qiu'er, remember, you owe me a knife."

"Ah? What?"

Looking at the Tang Sect disciples who were surrounding him again, Qin Ye took two steps forward and said loudly to Zhang Wang:
"I don't want to explain. Let's be clear. I'm here for your Tang Sect's skills. So, let's make a bet. You Tang Sect disciples, whether inner or outer, come as you please. As long as you beat me, I'll do whatever you want. If you lose, let me choose a skill."

Wang Zhenqiu seemed to have found something fun again. He said excitedly, "Yes, it's one-on-one. No one is allowed to foul."

Zhang Wang snorted coldly: "Why should I bet with you? If we capture you, you will be at our mercy."

Hearing this, before Qin Ye could say anything, Wang Zhenqiu stopped talking: "Hey, you guys wouldn't dare, would you? Don't forget that you are from the Tang Sect."

"Precisely because we are from the Tang Sect, we won't play any gambling games with you." Zhang Wang said.

Wang Zhenqiu was anxious. He couldn't let such an interesting thing go to waste, but after holding it in for a long time, he just didn't know how to refute it.

Qin Ye shook his head, thinking that you are no match for me. He stroked the Tang sword in his hand:

"Indeed, the Tang Sect today is different from the old one. It's understandable that it's lost some of its integrity. If you don't dare, forget it. Come on, let's go together."

These words pierced someone's heart.

"Provocation doesn't work on me." Zhang Wang snorted coldly, then waved his hand and asked the outer disciples to take action.

"We took a gamble."

At this time, a voice interrupted everyone in the Tang Sect. Then, a tall and thin old man with white hair and beard walked out from the depths of the back mountain of the Tang Sect. It was the current leader of the Tang Sect - Tang Miaoxing.

"Master."
The Tang Sect disciples all shouted in unison when they saw Tang Miaoxing.

Zhang Wang's expression turned grim: "Master, don't be fooled by them. We are the Tang Sect, not the Tianshi Mansion."

Hearing this, Tang Miaoxing chuckled and said, "Haha, no problem. Let these little guys practice. They've been studying for so long, so let's test their results."

Then he looked at Qin Ye and said, "We in the Tang Sect don't care about character or not. But if you want to gamble, you can, but the way you gamble needs to be changed."

"How to change?" Qin Ye asked.

"See that forest?" Tang Miaoxing raised his arm and pointed behind him. "I will select ten disciples to go in. If you can come out from the other side of the forest, even if you win, don't worry, I won't bully you. The disciples I select will be around your age."

Although it is said that character is not important, Tang Miaoxing was inspired by Qin Ye's words. His long-cherished wish is to restore the Tang Sect to its former glory. He is too obsessed with the "Old Tang Sect".

Although the new generation of Tang Sect is good, they are all rookies who have never seen blood. Having witnessed the glory of the peak, they are not willing to be buried in the mud and sand.

But in this era, it’s not just the Tang Sect, other sects are the same.

Wang Zhenqiu curled his lips:
"Ten against two? And they have the home-field advantage. That's not fair."

Ten against two is difficult enough, not to mention letting the opponent lie in ambush first. You have to know that the opponent is the Tang Sect, and ambushing and assassination is their specialty.

"Fairness?" Tang Miaoxing spread his hands. "You're already trapped in a jar, so what's the point of talking about fairness? In other words, has there ever been fairness in this world since ancient times?"

Wang Zhenqiu wanted to speak, but was stopped by Qin Ye: "Okay, I agree."

"Are you crazy? They are from the Tang Sect." Wang Zhenqiu didn't expect Qin Ye to be more extravagant than him.

"What else can you do if you don't agree? Waiting to be besieged?" Qin Ye didn't bother to pay attention to him and said to Tang Miaoxing: "Choose someone."

Seeing Qin Ye nod, excitement showed on the faces of all the disciples of the Tang Sect. Everyone was eager to try. They had been holding back for too long, honing their skills all day long without any chance to display them.

As if afraid that others would grab his position, Ma Long jumped out first without waiting for the goalkeeper to choose.

"Master, count me in."

"it is good."

Tang Miaoxing quickly selected ten people, and according to the rules, these ten people were the first to walk into the woods.

Ma Long, who was about to step into the forest, turned back, raised his hand and made a killing gesture at the neck of Qin Ye and the other man, looking very arrogant.

Ten minutes later, Qin Ye and the other man entered the forest.

"What do you mean, run away separately?" Wang Zhenqiu asked.

"That's fine, disperse them." Qin Ye nodded. Five to one is better than ten to two.

After making a simple plan, the two of them walked towards the other end of the forest, one on the left and one on the right.

Wang Zhenqiu moved very quickly, jogging all the way, as if he wanted to rush out of the forest as quickly as possible.

Qin Ye, on the other hand, walked slowly, stopping from time to time to close his eyes and feel the rhythm of the wind.

Not long after, Qin Ye felt the change in the airflow behind him, and the corners of his mouth curled up. Could it be that he finally couldn't hold it back anymore?

Behind a tree, Ma Long in black clothes jumped out from the shadows, holding an iron spike and attacking Qin Ye's back of the head.

He hid his malice very well. Even the protective magic weapon that was activated by malice would not be triggered in front of him. It can be said that he was a very qualified assassin.

However, malice can be hidden, but action will inevitably cause changes in the surrounding air flow. This is the law.

Just as the iron spike was about to hit him, Qin Ye suddenly turned around, raised his unsheathed knife to block Ma Long's iron spike, and then kicked him in the head with a whip kick as fast as lightning.

Ma Long was surprised that his opponent could block his sneak attack. He bent down and leaned back, barely avoiding the whip kick, and the strong wind swept across his face, making it burn.

However, this did not make him back off, but made him even more excited. He had been training hard for so many years either to hit wooden stakes or to fight with others.

Ma Long adjusted his body, let his arms hang naturally, and then attacked Qin Ye with his daggers like a rainstorm.

This intensive and rhythmic attack is the prelude to an instantaneous attack. The prelude does not require precision, leaving the decisive blow to the climax.

However, Qin Ye did not give him this opportunity. Before the prelude was over, Qin Ye found a loophole and stabbed his chest with the unsheathed knife at a speed faster than him.

Bang!
Ma Long was knocked to the ground by the powerful blow and grimaced in pain.

Just as Qin Ye was thinking about dealing with one first, an imperceptible silk thread was put around his neck.

He knew that this was one of the Tang Clan's methods, the 'Hidden Line'. It looked like a simple thin line, but in fact it was extremely sharp. It was no exaggeration to say that it could cut iron like mud.

After turning over and retreating out of the area covered by the hidden line, Qin Ye discovered that the surroundings were filled with transparent bubbles.

At the same time, a woman dressed in black fell from the tree and appeared in his sight.

The woman had short curly hair and a pretty face, and she was constantly blowing out transparent bubbles from her mouth.

(End of this chapter)