The world of martial arts, the immortal swordsman in the mortal realm.

Chapter 36, I'm doing this out of respect for Hong Qigong.

Elder Peng was shocked. He never expected that his trump card, the "Mind-Control Technique," would be completely ineffective. Halfway through the attack, he hastily changed his move, squeezing inward to try and catch Lu Chen's longsword.

His reaction was indeed extremely fast, befitting a master, but to grab the sword with his hand so hastily...

Lu Chen guessed that Elder Peng, who was fair-skinned and plump and looked like a pampered rich man, probably hadn't fought a life-or-death battle in a long time because of his high status and the many Beggar Clan disciples under his command.

Their attack today was probably just because they thought Lu Chen was young and could bully a junior with their superior skills.

With that thought in mind, Lu Chen simply turned his wrist slightly, and the forward-thrusting sword blade rotated slightly, changing from vertical to horizontal.

So Elder Peng's two palms, which were aimed at the center and struck the sword, slammed heavily onto the blade.

clang!
With a crisp sound, Elder Peng's palm strike was incredibly fierce, and the steel sword was actually broken in two by his palms.

But the price was also heavy.

He slammed his bare hands against the sword's edge, and with the force of the blow, both his hands were severed in two, leaving only bare, broken halves of each hand and a lone thumb...

Blood splattered, the severed hand and broken sword flew through the air together, Elder Peng's face contorted in agony as he let out a bloodcurdling scream:

"Ah! My hand..."

He hadn't landed yet and was still lunging forward when the pain from his severed hand disrupted his internal energy, causing him to lose control of his body. Thus, his originally powerful aerial attack turned into a disastrous fall.

Lu Chen glanced regretfully at the broken sword in his hand.

This was his first sword ever, bought for him by Rong'er. He even used it to pass Huang Yaoshi's test and complete his first kill, making it a very valuable keepsake.

With a sigh, he took another step to the side, avoiding Elder Peng's obese body as it plummeted out of control.

Bang!
Elder Peng fell headfirst to the ground, dazed and confused, and even knocked out one of his front teeth.

"Elder!"

The Beggar Clan's Clean Clothes Sect disciples who had been surrounding Elder Peng were shocked to find that the once imposing and intimidating Elder Peng had fallen to the ground in a sorry state, with both of his hands severed. They all cried out in alarm.

On the other side, Cao Song, Shen Qingshi and the others, who had just exchanged a few blows with Huang Rong and Li Mochou, were shocked to hear the exclamation. When they took a moment to look, they were also greatly surprised. They never expected that Elder Peng, whom they regarded as their great backer, had already been defeated so soon after the fight began!
That's the Nine-Bag Elder of the number one gang in the world!

The Beggars' Sect, with over 100,000 disciples, only had four Nine-Bag Elders. Their status in the martial arts world was comparable to that of the Seven Masters of Quanzhen, and they commanded far more disciples than the Seven Masters of Quanzhen. How could they be so easily defeated?
Shocked, Cao Song and the others inevitably lost their composure in their attacks.

Huang Rong would not let this opportunity pass. She launched a rapid attack with her Qinggang Sword, using the Yue Nu Sword Technique, Luo Ying Sword Technique, and Yu Xiao Sword Technique in quick succession. With a few soft thuds, three Han Shui Gang experts lay dead on the spot. "Black-Clad Scholar" Shen Qingshi was also struck in the wrist by a sword, his iron fan fell to the ground, and he screamed as he flew backward.

Huang Rong, seizing the initiative, pressed on relentlessly, her figure as swift as the wind as she pursued him.

Shen Qingshi flicked his sleeve, sending out a handful of iron caltrops that haphazardly pelted Huang Rong. Huang Rong swung her Qinggang Sword, unleashing a brilliant azure sword light like a peacock spreading its tail, sweeping away all the iron caltrops that were shooting at her.

With a flick of his finger, a copper coin shot out and struck Shen Qingshi's knee.

Shen Qingshi cried out in pain, staggered and fell backward. Before he hit the ground, Huang Rong had already swept past him, her sword lightly grazing his neck, leaving a line of bright red blood.

Huang Rong seized the opportunity and easily succeeded, while Li Mochou was also growing rapidly in the battle.

Previously, when dealing with several henchmen at the inn, she had been thrown off her rhythm by their desperate fighting style. But now, relying on the Ancient Tomb Sect's lightness skills and swordsmanship, she was able to easily suppress Cao Song, the leader of the Hanshui Gang, and three other skilled members of the Hanshui Gang.

At the same time, she also realized the shortcomings of her own sword technique, knowing that the Ancient Tomb Sword Technique was somewhat lacking in killing power.

So she wielded a sword with her right hand and fired needles with her left. The tiny silver needles were impossible to defend against. First, three skilled members of the Han River Gang shot her eyes out, and then she easily finished them off with her sword.

Following him, the leader Cao Song also suffered a needle in his left eye, screaming as he raised his hand to cover it. Just as his hand touched his eye, Li Mochou delivered a fatal blow, piercing his throat. "I killed someone!"

Looking at Cao Song and the others lying at her feet, blood gushing out, Li Mochou felt a dryness in her throat and her hands trembled slightly.

When she and Huang Rong broke the ambush earlier, although they blinded many members of the Han River Gang with flying needles, they ultimately did not kill anyone. Now, however, they had truly begun to kill, and she was deeply shocked.

However, thinking of Lu Chen, who was about the same age as her, and how calm and composed he looked when he wielded his sword and shed blood, Li Mochou couldn't help but take a deep breath, suppress her emotions, tighten her face, purse her lips, and try her best to appear calm. With one hand behind her back, she gently waved her long sword with the other, flicking away the blood droplets on the tip of the sword, and cleanly and neatly returned the sword to its sheath.

Well, although her imitation was quite convincing, her expression was still too tense and lacked a sense of naturalness and ease.

Seeing Elder Peng fall to the ground, and the two leaders and several branch leaders also perishing one after another, the scattered Han River gang members dared not linger. They scattered in a great commotion.

However, those Beggars' Sect disciples dared not abandon their elder, and braced themselves to say to Lu Chen:
"You have already severely injured Elder Peng. I hope you will show mercy and not take Elder Peng's life!"

Lu Chen had been watching Huang Rong and Li Mochou's battle and was relieved to see that they had both won their battles. At this moment, he was reviewing his battle with Elder Peng.

Recalling the momentum of Elder Peng's attack, judging from his lightness skill, palm strength, and swift reaction of withdrawing his move and wielding his sword, if he hadn't been so agile and had to jump up to fight, but instead had been more steady and grounded in his fight, and had a weapon he was good at, he might have been a decent opponent, enough to hold his own against Lu Chen for a while.

But Elder Peng, for some reason, insisted on jumping up and showing off...

You can't "fly a dragon in the sky," so what are you showing off for?
Lu Chen felt he had learned another lesson:
Stay calm in the face of battle.

Especially during life-or-death battles, when it's inappropriate to show off, never do so recklessly.

Otherwise, no matter how skilled you are, someone might find a weakness and take you down in one move.

As he was pondering this, he heard the Beggars' Sect disciples speaking, and Lu Chen glanced at them sideways:
"What did you just say?"

A single glance from him sent a chill down the spines of the Beggars' Sect disciples. After a moment's hesitation, they finally spoke:
"Elder Peng is a Nine-Bag Elder of our Beggar Clan..."

Lu Chen frowned and asked, "So?"

A Beggar Clan disciple took a deep breath and said solemnly:
“If the Nine-Bag Elder violates the gang rules, even if he is the gang leader, he must convene all the elders and Eight-Bag disciples to discuss his crime. He cannot be dealt with arbitrarily.”

Lu Chen nodded:
"The Beggars' Sect's rules, right? I understand. But..."

With a swift swing of the broken sword, Elder Peng's neck was severed with a snap.

After he finished chopping, he said with a puzzled look:

"I'm not a member of the Beggars' Sect. The Beggars' Sect's rules don't apply to me, do they?"

Although his words were blunt, he felt in his heart that they were actually a sign of respect for Hong Qigong.

After all, although Hong Qigong was chivalrous, he was bound by the gang rules. Dealing with an elder was so troublesome, it was better for him to do it himself.

"..."

The Beggars' Sect disciples were dumbfounded, never expecting that he would kill Elder Peng so decisively!
"This person has associated with the Han River Gang, a group of wicked and harmful bandits who have tarnished the reputation of the Beggars' Sect. He deserves to die. I believe that if the Beggars' Sect leader knew about this person's actions, he would definitely clean house."

Lu Chen said calmly.

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