Wan Jian returns to his clan!

Chapter 27 Swift Swords and Thick Skin: Using Skill to Overcome Force

"Master Gu, why are you doing this?"

The nine-foot-tall, burly man charged down the stockade wall, running like a bear or tiger, exuding a fierce aura.

Upon reaching them, they suddenly stopped.

He stood only three zhang away from Gu Dashi, holding a stick behind his back...

From running wildly to standing still.

This person showed no signs of strain.

His voice was both calm and powerful.

"Seeing that your hands are empty, you didn't take my words seriously. I suppose your master's wife and junior brother never imagined that you would be so heartless as to disregard their lives."

“Death is death, everyone dies. Their two worthless lives are exchanged for the death of you, the ambitious bandit leader. It can be said that their death has some value.”

Perhaps because he was extremely angry, Gu Dashi was not angry at all.

Even his eyes no longer held much hatred.

A hint of suspicion flashed in Chen Sanyang's eyes: "The only thing I didn't expect was that with your pretentious chivalrous appearance, you would actually abandon the lives of the entire Gu Family Village and come to my Chaoyang Village to die. Could it be that you have some other trick up your sleeve?"
Unfortunately, in the face of absolute power, all plans are in vain.

"Master Gu, why can't you understand this principle? You're just good at archery; how could you possibly understand the profound mysteries of superior martial arts?"

Despite saying that, the man actually managed to hold back and didn't take another step forward.

Only when Ge Zhong, the second-in-command wielding a silver spear and clad in silver armor, came to his side and stood shoulder to shoulder with him did they slowly move forward.

Despite his rugged appearance, he is actually very cautious.

Lu Wubing watched as the other person perked up their ears, listening intently to the sounds around them.

Knowing that a sneak attack at this point would be futile.

He shook his head and walked out from behind the tree with Ouyang Lan.

"May I ask Chief Chen, which superior martial arts school you have learned? Why not show us and broaden our horizons?"

Thinking of the brutal acts of Chaoyang Village and their past vicious behavior, Lu Wubing's eyes turned cold, and his heart was filled with surging, burning killing intent.

He was happy to chat with Chen Sanyang a bit more, to learn more information, which would increase his chances of winning.

"So you've got two juniors backing you up. Young swordsmen, I like you the most. I hope you'll be captured soon and still have such a way of talking."

Chen Sanyang tilted his head back and chuckled.

But I felt a sense of relief and reassurance.

An unseen enemy is the most terrifying; once you see one, it's nothing special.

As if stretching, he brandished the black staff with dragon tattoos on his back, swung it towards the sky, and struck out a crescent moon shape. With a "boom," it struck down on Lu Wubing's head.

This person's stick fighting skills are extremely exquisite.

Just as he said, it was indeed a rare and superior martial art.

They were clearly three zhang apart.

With a single blow, his feet slid forward as if shrinking the ground.

The stick had already struck Lu Wubing on the forehead.

The air exploded, and the wind surged like waves...

From all directions, it sounded like waves crashing against the shore.

The concentric ripples are visible to the naked eye.

Lu Wubing, who was the first to be affected, suddenly lost hearing in both ears, unable to hear the chirping of insects and birds around him, only the howling wind and the faint roar of dragons.

"Excellent staff technique."

He lightly touched the ground with his feet, and his body suddenly shifted to the side.

He shifted half his body and climbed up the stick sideways.

A streak of light flashed like lightning.

"hiss……"

The longsword cut through the wind silently, piercing Chen Sanyang's throat.

It's faster.

Lu Wubing has never fallen behind anyone.

Especially after practicing the "Fangcunbu" (square step) diligently these past few days, and finally breaking through to mastery.

This set of footwork is already light and unpredictable, and the movement of the body is as ghostly as a ghost.

Within a small space, life and death hang by a thread.

His greatest strength lies in using extremely limited space to dodge, striking first with speed.

Before Chen Sanyang could even land his staff strike and was about to switch from a downward strike to a horizontal sweep, his throat jolted.

"what……"

He roared, a chill running through him.

Instinctively, one mobilizes the body's Qi and blood, converging them in the throat, while simultaneously turning the neck slightly.

"Sizzle!"

Like a blade slicing through steel, the sword pierced through the steel, drawing droplets of blood before sliding to the side, leaving a long trail of blood.

Blood flowed down.

A faint golden light could be seen flickering around Chen Sanyang's neck. "Thump thump thump!"

Chen Sanyang took three steps back, no longer able to focus on attacking the enemy.

He dragged the thick dragon-patterned staff back in his hand, creating swirling dragon shadows around his body.

Amidst the howling wind, Lu Wubing's second sword could no longer penetrate.

It was lifted by the wind and swayed diagonally to one side.

The two exchanged blows and then retreated.

Their eyes all became serious.

"What a fast sword."

Chen Sanyang exclaimed in shock.

Blood was still seeping from his throat; it had been just a hair's breadth away from piercing it.

"Such thick skin!"

Lu Wubing was also full of surprise.

This was the first time he had encountered someone whose skin alone could prevent his sword, imbued with the power of dripping water, from piercing through.

Although it won't kill anyone either.

It was unlike the feeling I had when I clashed with Lu Zhonggui of the [Killing Sword] before I had learned offensive internal energy.

Firstly, at that time, my swordsmanship was not powerful enough.

Secondly, it's not that the sword didn't penetrate; rather, the blade went half an inch into the flesh and was about to break through the fascia to attack the internal organs when it was blocked by the force of the qi.

Lu Zhonggui's defensive capabilities are only enough to bully ordinary skilled opponents.

It was utterly impossible to withstand the internal force attached to the longsword.

The burly man before them, as strong as a bear or tiger, actually blocked the attack with his bare body.

Lu Wubing could feel it when the sword pierced him...

The opponent's skin is like rubber, and his tendons are like steel wire.

At the moment of unleashing its strongest power, golden light emanated from the blade, enveloping it.

As a result, the sword tip was blocked as soon as it pierced half an inch under the skin.

"The Thirteen Deadly Swords of Heavenly Star, so it was a disciple of the Heavenly Star Sect."

Chen Sanyang's eyes turned serious.

His eyes flashed with a fierce light.

"If you train for a few more years, I might not be able to withstand your sword. Right now, I'm too green."

He clearly intended to kill him.

Knowing that these disciples of prestigious sects, once a feud is formed, it is best to kill them all and destroy all evidence.

Otherwise, it would be like inviting friends and relatives, which could lead to endless troubles.

"It's the Golden Thread Robe, the outer sect martial art of the Great Brahma Temple's body-forging and external training techniques..."

This person possesses immense strength and has already reached the sixth rank; a direct confrontation is not advisable. We must accumulate small victories to achieve a greater triumph.

Ouyang Lan quickly reminded her from the side, her long sword drawing out a cloud-like curtain of sword energy.

It blocked the gleaming silver spear.

While explaining the origin of the opponent's moves, he blocked the sudden attack of the Soul-Hooking Spear.

That silver-armored general, who came from the Northern Army, clearly had a style completely different from those of people in the martial arts world.

Without uttering a word, they seize any opportunity to strike ruthlessly.

Fortunately, Ouyang Lan had spent a lot of time with Lu Wubing and was quite adapted to this kind of battle tactic.

She knew that her junior brother was only good at the "thrust" technique and not at complex moves such as sweeping, parrying, flicking, slashing, twisting, and clouding. Therefore, she took the initiative to fill in the gaps and set up the first line of defense.

boom!
The sky suddenly darkened.

As Ge Zhong, wielding the Soul-Hooking Spear, made his move, Chen Sanyang unleashed another flurry of staff shadows with his long staff.

This time, he exerted all his strength, his remaining power lingering... and attacked simultaneously with the vicious strike of the Soul-Hooking Spear.

With one force and the other skill, working together, they managed to leave no room for error.

“Master Gu, it’s not too late to turn back now.”

While launching a fierce attack, Chen Sanyang tried to persuade Gu Dashi to surrender: "I am not an ungrateful person. I invited Master Gu to the mountain only because I wanted to join forces with Brother Zhao Zhengming of Yanshan Shuize and rebel against this incompetent Li Dynasty... Wouldn't it be great to become a high-ranking official and be granted titles and generalships in the future?"

This person is clearly quite quick-witted.

Even during the battle, they did not forget to use psychological tactics to try to persuade Gu Dashi to surrender.

The two sides are evenly matched, and neither has truly fallen behind. However, Gu Dashi's constant drawing of his bow and arrow, ready to fire, has also distracted him somewhat.

He wielded the dragon-patterned staff with great speed, creating a whistling wind and the roar of dragons, while simultaneously protecting his head and face, striking steadily and surely...

He didn't take the few tiny blood holes on his body caused by Lu Wubing's [White Rainbow Piercing the Sun] techniques seriously.

"This person's external martial arts are too strong, change!"

Lu Wubing's mind raced, and he gave a soft shout.

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(End of this chapter)