Wan Jian returns to his clan!

Chapter 58 Ten Steps, One Kill; Thick Earth and Heaven

"Young master, hurry and go, I will cover your retreat."

With a loud shout.

On the third floor of the Guanque Tower, a burly, bear-like man leaped down into the middle of the street with a "thump".

This person was not only physically strong, but also jumped very far... When he landed, it was as if a thousand pounds had fallen, causing the pebbles in the middle of the street to fly everywhere.

The golden-red bronze staff was held horizontally in front of his chest, like a horse leaping over a mountain, exuding a powerful and majestic aura that made it impossible for anyone not to notice him.

Zhao Xingwu almost burst into tears. Sitting in the carriage, he hurriedly glanced back, his face flushed red. "Good, good! Master Huang is so loyal and righteous, I, Zhao Er, will remember it. If we survive this ordeal, I will repay you handsomely and treat you as an honored guest. Your family is my family..."

Overwhelmed with excitement, he became incoherent.

This person is not entirely without merit.

He still knew how to win people's hearts with kindness and righteousness.

At this point, when they start drawing pictures of pie in the sky, they're depicted as huge and perfectly round.

The main reason was that the murderous intent of the monkey-faced, black-robed swordsman not far downstairs had provoked him.

The opponent kills people like mowing grass, never using the same sword twice.

Whether it's the constables representing the authority of the Mingyang government, the disciples of the Donghai Sword Sect representing the powerful forces of the martial arts world, or even the elderly doctor who usually treats the sick and saves lives...

He drew his sword and killed without the slightest hesitation.

The chilling aura emanating from that monkey-faced mask revealed that this person had no scruples and would not show mercy because of his status.

Just a moment ago, I was upstairs, surrounded by beautiful women, drinking fine wine and discussing state affairs.

The next moment, several highly skilled disciples of the East Sea Sword Sect who were sitting and talking at the same table were all killed.

Zhao Xingwu was genuinely frightened.

People in the underworld use each other; they don't really have any real friendships.

So what if he died...

The key point is that the monkey-faced man killed nearly ten people, but his killing intent had not subsided. He didn't take any detours and charged straight at him with his sword.

"He knows, he knows everything..."

A tremendous fear gripped my heart.

Zhao Xingwu could no longer sit still. He immediately jumped down from the Guanque Tower and hurriedly drove away.

Of course, Zhao Yulin, the second steward beside him, also reacted in the same way.

Although this man drew his sword and appeared extremely loyal, he couldn't inspire much confidence in him.

Normally, Zhao Xingwu used him as a strategist.

He's quite adept at scheming and intrigue, and his swordsmanship isn't much better than mine.

Under these circumstances, the fact that Huang Ziyi, the martial arts instructor in his household, was willing to risk his life to stop the enemy not only put his mind at ease but also filled him with a rare sense of gratitude.

"Steward, hurry up and get the carriage back to the manor to mobilize troops. With my sworn brother, Commander Xu, here, even if this man chases after us again, he's doomed."

His eyes were filled with madness. For some reason, he had a gut feeling that Huang Ziyi, who was known for his iron will and skill in using weapons, might not be able to stop the other party.

"Who goes there? Huang Ziyi is here."

The burly man let out a long shout, the sound of which made the roof tiles on all sides rattle.

At the same time, by taking a step and using the momentum, the arms and thighs expand by three inches, the wrists twist, and the long stick hits the ground like a spinning wheel, shattering bricks and stones and rebounding the stick. The stick is then used to prepare for a forward strike, transforming into a mountain.

With a "whoosh".

The shadow of the stick transformed into a wheel, crashing down heavily.

"External body-refining technique, sixth-grade marrow cleansing realm."

Lu Wubing was not exactly a novice in the martial arts world at this time. He had learned a lot of common sense about the martial arts world by traveling with Senior Sister Xiaolan.

Their eyesight naturally improves significantly.

Upon seeing this person's physique and the style of his staff, it was immediately clear that he was following the external martial arts path of tendon and bone strengthening, and marrow cleansing and blood exchange.

This method is commonly found in the military and among civilians. It does not require exceptional comprehension or talent in Qi cultivation. As long as the medicine is sufficient and the person is diligent, combat strength can be formed extremely quickly in the early stages.

They also trained for three years.

External martial arts practitioners are generally much stronger than internal martial arts practitioners who have opened their meridians.

But this is only the initial stage.

In the later stages, as external martial arts practitioners work from the outside in, cultivating internal energy and developing their own bloodlines, their progress becomes extremely slow.

Instead, internal cultivation, which involves opening the meridians and gathering qi, eventually nurturing the spirit and connecting with heaven and earth, is much more convenient and efficient.

Therefore, most skilled soldiers are trained from the outside in, and only undergo further training later on.

Once completed, it will combine internal and external strength, making it extremely powerful in combat.

This man wielding a stick clearly couldn't grasp the essence of inner and outer harmony.

Although his staff skills were superb and his strength extraordinary, he had only reached the Yi Jin Xi Sui realm, roughly equivalent to the chieftain Chen Sanyang whom he had encountered at Hengshan Chaoyang Village. Such an opponent was no match for him back then.

Moreover, nowadays...

Lu Wubing seemed to float on clouds, as if clouds were rising from beneath his feet.

Take a step to the left, then a step to the right.

Her figure was like a fairy dancing in the moonlight, and she stepped into the midst of the many shadows of sticks.

【Fang Cun Bu】 (meaning "steps within a square inch")

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

They are best at dodging such dense attacks and finding a glimmer of hope in extremely unfavorable circumstances.

"laugh!"

The Long Wind Sword drew a slender white arc in the air, like a gentle breeze passing through a bamboo forest.

It swept across the neck of the burly man wielding the cane.

Draw your sword.

Sheath your sword...

Blood splattered like a fountain, and figures mingled.

Lu Wubing did not stop walking; the tip of his sword pointed diagonally at the ground as he continued forward.

Blood dripped from the sword.

It left tiny red marks on the ground.

"How...how dare you?"

Behind him, Huang Ziyi let out a half-roar, still wielding his long stick, creating a wheel-like shadow. He stumbled and fell to the ground, air escaping from his throat.

There was no more sound.

“I’m sick, I’m insane… I’m here to cure my own illness, and also to cure this city.”

Hearing Huang Ziyi's last question behind him.

Lu Wubing's monkey-like face trembled, as if he were crying, yet also as if he were laughing...

Huang Ziyi's question is destined to remain unanswered.

Those in high positions often believe they are omnipotent, even controlling the very air in the world.

They saw that the people who were being controlled would also spontaneously protect them.

They were in awe.

But I didn't really understand it.

People never respect any particular official.

It is an order that allows everyone to live well.

When the environment becomes so harsh that it makes life difficult for others.

Those powers that can crush people are actually not worth mentioning.

In the end, it all comes down to who is stronger, and the stronger one wins... This has been true since ancient times.

The Heavenly Star Sect is a reputable and righteous sect, so of course it would not oppose the government.

Jin Yutang and Shen Liancheng are virtuous gentlemen and would never disobey orders or call for violence.

They want fame and a broad perspective.

However, as a "madman," he doesn't need any of these things.

All I want is to settle scores and seek revenge.

Just like those masters on the blacklist, some kill officials, some abuse the people, and it's not certain that the government can catch them all.

From a macro perspective, the Southern Realm is naturally the strongest under the Great Li Dynasty.

It boasts a million-strong army, elite Golden Scale Guards, and even grandmasters from the Royal Phoenix Pavilion…

When it comes to dealing with a certain force or a certain person, it's naturally like crushing an egg with Mount Tai.

However, when distributed across different places, states, and counties, this enormous force becomes surprisingly meager.

Therefore, it requires the combined efforts of experts from various families and sects to suppress it.

The Heavenly Star Sect is a powerful force within the imperial court's camp.

It's not that they can't oppose the imperial court, but that opposing the imperial court brings no benefit, only harm.

The prefect of Mingyang doesn't understand this point, so he deserves to die.

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(End of this chapter)