Martial Arts Crossover: My Wife is the Top Scholar

Chapter 389 The Master of Hidden Weapons, A Wicked Sword Born in a Dream
"I'm not in a good mood!"
I'll only say this once!
Where is Yan'er?
Are you one of the thirteen villains?

Please answer these questions carefully!

If you hear even one word that disappoints me, you'll understand why my nickname is...

--ruthless!"

Ruthless raised his head and stared intently at the Copper-Masked Man. Although the Copper-Masked Man sat on the roof, high above, while Ruthless only had a wheelchair, his aura completely overwhelmed him.

"These questions are meaningless and heartless. I am ordered to kill you. The dead do not need to know the answers!"

The bronze-masked man stood up and fluttered his cloak.

Beneath his cloak are adorned with numerous throwing knives and concealed weapons, a signature skill of the Copper-Faced Swordsman. With just a wave of his cloak, he can unleash hundreds of willow-leaf throwing knives, making him adept at dealing with group attacks and capable of easily turning a street into a bloodbath.

The Copper-Faced Swordsman has been famous in the martial arts world for over thirty years, so he couldn't possibly be Yan'er, who is in her twenties. However, this age corresponds to the Thirteen Fiends. The Copper-Faced Swordsman is proficient in martial arts techniques that involve large-scale group attacks, making him the most suitable person to wipe out an entire family.

Thinking of this, a cold glint flashed in Wuqing's eyes.

The Copper-Faced Man sneered: "Ruthless! Old Mrs. Tang is old and frail, she doesn't have many years left to live. Everyone says you are the next king of hidden weapons, I wonder how much skill you have!"

His ruthless eyebrows furrowed: "Your answer greatly displeases me, and you will regret it!"

"I have never regretted it!"

The Copper-Masked Man soared into the air, his cloak swirling, and fired dozens of willow-leaf throwing knives. Under his exquisite control, the knives spun into two silver dragons.

Gradually, one can achieve great things. Judging from these two silver dragons alone, the Copper-Faced Guest's reputation is well-deserved. When Wuqing suddenly learned of Yan'er's news, his mind was shaken. He should have been attacked by the Copper-Faced Guest and greatly weakened. However, the Copper-Faced Guest launched an attack in just a few words, squandering all of his "psychological advantage." Wuqing quickly regained his composure.

Wuqing was physically weak and had extremely poor internal energy cultivation, so he also studied mechanical arts to enhance his combat power.

The wheelchairs and sedan chairs used by Wuqing for transportation are masterpieces of hidden weapons. Their power may be slightly weaker than that of the Peacock Feather, but their practicality far surpasses it. If it weren't for the century-old reputation of Peacock Manor, which is deeply rooted in people's hearts, the position of the king of hidden weapons would probably have been relinquished three years ago.

Both sedan chairs and wheelchairs have names.

The sedan chair was named "Red Beauty".

The wheelchair is named "Yiyun".

The sedan chair contained a large number of hidden weapons.

The wheelchair can be carried by light-footed kung fu.

Ruthless patted the wheelchair lightly, launching two steel darts. The darts and throwing knives intertwined, quickly forming two black dragons – the Four Great Hidden Weapons.

Ruthless is proficient in two sets of hidden weapon techniques: the Four Great Hidden Weapons and the Four Great Open Weapons. He learned the Four Great Hidden Weapons from others, but improved upon them himself. Disciples of the Free and Easy Sect must improve their own unique skills to avoid being harmed by the backlash of the mental techniques.

The Four Great Hidden Weapons: Dancing in the Wind!
The Copper-Masked Man laughed wildly, "Excellent! Truly excellent! As expected of the Four Great Constables, as expected of the King of Hidden Weapons!"

The copper-masked man crossed his hands, raised his arms, and launched a hundred throwing knives. The knives reflected each other's light, creating a dreamlike illusion with the help of the flickering lamplight.

It is extremely difficult for an ordinary person to withstand a barrage of flying knives, let alone deal with an illusion. Wuqing closed his eyes, ignoring the howling wind, and used his "mind's eye" to detect the hidden weapons. Yiyunzuo had somehow created a protective shield that blocked all the flying knives. Wuqing took the opportunity to shoot out his own darts.

Darts are the most common, ordinary, and easy-to-use type of concealed weapon, and they are also the "source" of countless amazing concealed weapons.

Martial artists in the martial arts world all know how to use hidden weapons, or at least how to throw stones at people. They may not know how to use Tang Clan iron caltrops or how to assemble Rain of Pear Blossom Needles, but someone who cannot use throwing darts cannot be called a martial artist.

The most ordinary, common, and easy-to-learn things are often the most difficult to learn well, master, and excel at. Just like stir-fried cabbage or braised tofu, some people can make it half-cooked and half-cooked, while others can make it taste like grass jelly.

That's the kind of person who's ruthless.

Ruthless's strongest weapon is not his wheelchair, nor the Four Great Treasures, but the dart in his hand.

The moment Wuqing saw the Copper-Faced Man, he knew that if he were to fight this man, they would probably be locked in a stalemate until the next morning before they could find each other's weaknesses. Rather than getting entangled, it would be better to fight quickly and decide the winner within three moves.

"laugh!"

Darts thrown!

An ordinary steel dart.

Iron Hand can make seven in half an hour.

Unique concealed weapon techniques.

It is in no way inferior to the techniques of Tang Laotai's freehand ink splashes, blank space poems, and landscape drapes. It is clearly a hidden weapon, but it is used openly and legitimately.

The Copper-Faced Man clearly saw the dart, saw the merciless dart being thrown, and saw the trajectory of the dart. As a master of concealed weapons, he had a hundred ways to stop the dart halfway and catch it with a wave of his hand.

However, the copper-masked man couldn't catch it!
This dart is like a wisp of spirit that has traveled across mountains and rivers, and through countless peaks and valleys, always striving to return to its broken body and be nailed there!

"Snapped!"

The mask on the bronze-masked man's head was knocked off by a dart, revealing a young and pretty face. Wuqing was originally preparing to activate the strongest mechanism of the Yiyun Seat, "Great Peacock Soaring," to kill the bronze-masked man, but he did not expect that the beautiful figure under the mask was the one he had been dreaming of. He immediately stopped and flew up.

The masked man was actually... Yan'er!
Although we haven't seen each other for more than ten years, Yan'er has grown from a little girl into a bright young woman. The ugly birthmark on her face has disappeared, but her eyebrows and eyes must still be those of Yan'er.

Ruthless people will never admit their mistakes!
How can this be?

The ages don't match at all!
Yan'er doesn't have the skills of the Heavenly Child Granny!
On second thought, there's no mismatch. As long as one wears a bronze mask and injures people with willow-leaf throwing knives, that person is the Bronze Masked Man, and there are countless Bronze Masked Men in the world.

Ruthless could hardly believe that the white moonlight that illuminated his heart during his darkest, most depressed, and most desperate time was actually the Copper-Masked Man with blood on his hands. For a moment, he was at a loss.

"Yan'er, it's you, Yan'er!"

"You...you're amazing...I never expected you to grow so much, it's truly beyond my expectations!"

Yan'er lay peacefully in Wu Qing's arms.

The mask of the Copper Masked Man was not made of brass, but of a stone harder than gold and iron, called the Locust Stone. It could block the merciless darts, but it could not stop the impact of the darts. Yan'er was stunned and dizzy.

With a ruthless grab, he removed the locust stone armor and cloak from Yan'er's arms. The locust stone armor could be used as a hidden weapon to unleash the Copper-Faced Guest's strongest killing move, the Locust Stone Halberd, while the cloak was adorned with willow-leaf throwing knives.

It is certainly a good thing to reunite with an old friend, but the situation in the Yan-Yun region is chaotic, so Wuqing must be extremely cautious.

Yan'er smiled bitterly: "If the prince wants to kill you, no one can stop him. Rather than be killed by those demons and monsters, it's better to die by my hand. At least there will be no pain."

He gently comforted her, "No! No one can defeat the Four Great Constables. I will defeat the Prince!"

Do you know who the prince is?

"Let's talk about it when we get back."

"Where to? The Youzhou prison?"

"Shenhou Mansion!"

Wuqing took Yan'er back to the Divine Marquis's Mansion.

This is the unique advantage of the Yiyun seat; if one were to arrive at the City God Temple in a sedan chair, someone would be needed to carry the chair.

Uh……

In fact, the ruthless sedan chair had wheels and could be operated to move forward by turning the wheelchair. However, this was quite strenuous and caused too much physical exertion.

Since Wuqing is physically weak and his internal strength is too poor, it would be better to have the sword boy carry the sedan chair than to waste his energy recklessly.

The protective shield that just blocked the hidden weapon is an extraordinary treasure that deserves special mention. Just from its name, you can tell that this thing is very powerful and is the number one defensive armor in the world.

This item is called—Du Lei's Celestial Garment!

Among Zhuge Liang's close friends was a man surnamed Geshu, who was naturally philandering and full of energy. He had more than a dozen beautiful wives and concubines at home, and he still had affairs. However, he did not have the cultivation of refining essence into qi, and women would often come to him with their children, claiming to be his relatives, which left Mr. Geshu at a loss.

Two of Mr. Geshu's concubines, Du and Lei, came up with a way to make protective measures using materials such as sheep placenta and fish bladders. After that, any woman who came to claim a child as her own was immediately identified as a fake.

Because it was made by the Du and Lei families, it got its name and was very popular in brothels, effectively reducing the risk of prostitutes getting pregnant or contracting diseases.

The Geshu family made their fortune through this.

Mr. Zhuge thought this item was excellent, obtained the relevant formula, and developed a tough protective shield, which was then equipped on the merciless sedan chair and wheelchair. When fighting for their lives against the enemy or encountering dangerous traps such as fire, poisonous smoke, or hidden arrows, they could temporarily resist with this shield.

Yan'er's strength is weaker than Wuqing's, but she is not without the ability to fight. If she uses her childhood experiences to attack Wuqing's mind and unleashes her killing move while Wuqing is distracted, there is at least a 60% chance of killing Wuqing. Zhang Xu'ao's assessment of the three ambushes is that he is most confident in the Copper-Faced Guest, and this is not an exaggeration.

Unfortunately, Yan'er didn't want to kill Wuqing.

Throughout the entire encounter, aside from luring Wuqing out, Yan'er never used any psychological tactics. The two fought fairly, and Yan'er probably preferred to die at Wuqing's hands.

The Tao is seemingly heartless, yet it is full of affection!
How many people can truly understand matters of the heart?
……

Cold-blooded is crossing the bridge.

An ordinary stone arch bridge.

The two sides of the bridge were filled with all sorts of people, and there seemed to be no ambush. Cold-blooded wolf-like vigilance did not detect the ambush. Just as he walked to the middle of the bridge, a beautiful figure blocked his way. She was holding a slender curved knife that was two feet and five inches long, and her eyes were full of provocation.

The woman looked to be in her thirties, wearing a white, transparent gauze dress over a blood-red bodice embroidered with a phoenix spreading its wings as if about to take flight, like a ripe peach, incredibly alluring and seductive.

"You are Leng Xue! You are quite handsome! I am reluctant to kill you, but I must!" Qian Ying looked at Leng Xue with a smile.

Leng Xue asked, "Thirteen thugs?"

"Young man, you're very smart!"

"I remember the Thirteen Thugs committed their first crime thirty years ago. I'll say you debuted at twenty and immediately joined the Thirteen Thugs. In other words, this old lady is fifty years old this year. You're very well-preserved!"

"You died too easily! If I wrote my name Du Lian backwards, I would cut you into a thousand pieces!"

Age is a woman's biggest taboo.

Especially women who love beauty.

Leng Xue could tell at a glance that Du Lian loved beauty, as evidenced by every move she made and every smile. He also realized that Du Lian was a top-notch fast-blade fighter, with internal strength surpassing his own.

To defeat Du Lian, we must use unconventional methods.

Just as Du Lian was consumed by rage, Leng Xue drew his sword and thrust it toward Du Lian's throat. This sword was as fast as lightning, worthy of being called the famous fast sword in the martial arts world. It was even better than Zhongyuan Yidianhong. With the advantage of the sneak attack, very few people could block this sword, let alone a crazy old woman who was burning with rage and whose mind was shaken.
"clang!"

Du Lian effortlessly blocked the cold-blooded sword.

"Little handsome boy, you're quite the strategist! When your grandma was using her psychological tactics, you were still breastfeeding!"

Du Lian swung her hand and unleashed eighteen slashes. The crimson blade light and the fiery phoenix on her bodice complemented each other, making her appear like a phoenix spreading its wings, instantly slashing through a hundred blade lights.

Leng Xue was renowned throughout the martial arts world for his swift swordsmanship. Countless bandits fell to his blade. Many believed themselves to be faster, more ruthless, and more accurate than Leng Xue, but without exception, they all met their end at his sword's edge.

Since his debut, Leng Xue has encountered many opponents with more profound internal strength, more exquisite moves, and nobler backgrounds than him. He has never seen anyone with faster swordsmanship than him until today when he met Du Lian.

An unparalleled, blood-red swift blade.

Extremely fast blade speed that cannot be detected by the naked eye.

A master of swift swords and blades is naturally quick-witted, sharp-eyed, and adept at capturing afterimages. Faced with Du Lian's swift blades, Leng Xue was completely bewildered.

All that could be seen was the flash of blades, the crimson light of blood. They couldn't see where the blades originated, nor where the next strike would land. They were completely outmatched in terms of speed.

This is an absolute difference at the very foundation.

It cannot be erased by a short-term epiphany.

Within the time it takes to drink a cup of tea to exchange blows, Leng Xue was slashed three times by Du Lian. Fortunately, Du Lian was proud and arrogant and never poisoned her blades, otherwise Leng Xue would have already fallen.

Leng Xue mustered all his strength, swung his sword and thrust straight forward, fighting Du Lian with a life-or-death style, keeping a close eye on the fire phoenix that was rising and falling, which was Du Lian's heart.

The two fought with lightning speed, and the entire stone arch bridge was shrouded in the aura of swords and blades. No one knew how many moves they had made, but they all felt fatigue in their muscles, bones, hands, and joints. Due to the excessive speed, the swords and blades were out of control.

Just as the two were fighting fiercely, a fisherman on a small fishing boat under the bridge raised his hand and gently pinched Leng Xue's spot, causing Leng Xue to be shocked.

The two were 27 feet apart. The fisherman neither unleashed his palm strike nor released his sword energy. He simply pinched Leng Xue's right shoulder lightly from a distance, and Leng Xue's right shoulder cracked under the strain, almost having his bones crushed.

Three zhang (approximately 6.6 meters) of aerial throat-locking finger technique!
The attacker was Ouyang Jue, the leader of the Ghost Talisman Sect.

This is a unique skill that has been lost for over fifty years. It is the most extraordinary finger technique in the martial arts world. It is not a straightforward flick of the finger, but rather an arc-shaped strike that hits the enemy and crushes their bones from a distance.

In the original storyline, this finger technique injured Iron Hand's indestructible iron arm, making it a truly impressive feat.

Fortunately, Leng Xue and Du Lian were locked in a life-or-death struggle, moving at lightning speed every moment. Otherwise, Ouyang Jue could have easily crushed Leng Xue's shoulder blade with a single pinch.

Du Lian never followed any code of honor in the martial world. Seizing the opportunity, she slashed three times in quick succession, leaving Leng Xue with three wounds. He lost a significant amount of blood and was on the verge of collapse.

Du Lian and Ouyang Jue had smiles on their faces.

Killing someone is not as meritorious as capturing them alive.

Furthermore, Li Zhaoting will definitely be involved in the case of the thirteen thugs. When the battle reaches its most intense moment, Li Zhaoting will make a sudden move. What will Zuo Wuwang be able to resist?
After all the calculations, the hostage tactic must be used in the end.

Du Lian flew towards Leng Xue.

Ouyang Jue raised his right hand and squeezed hard.

The sword in Leng Xue's hand broke in two.

……

Iron Hand was ordered to meet Chasing Life.

As the horse rode along the mountain path, a small hand with three steel claws suddenly emerged from the ground and gently slashed upwards, ripping the horse open.

The horse crashed to the ground, but Iron Hand remained calm despite the shock. He leaped into the air, his hands clasped together like a door latch, gathering energy in front of him before landing steadily on the ground.

Generally speaking, such ambushes targeting mounts are combos, using throwing knives and hidden weapons, with each move linked to the next.

Iron Hand prepared for battle, but to his surprise, not only did he not see the person who had ambushed him, but the person who had been lying in wait actually stepped forward.

This man was tall and strong, with bulging muscles, comparable to Iron Hand. His arms were thick and powerful, and he was clearly a master of boxing. His whole body was shrouded in a layer of solidified death aura, as if he had crawled out of a pile of dead bodies!

"My name is Sima Huangfen, and I've come to kill you!"

Sima Huangfen's eyes flashed with extreme excitement: "Kill me with your iron arm, or be killed by me! I am the leader of the Thirteen Fiends, your target!"

Iron Hand coldly said, "Sima Huangfen, I will arrest you and bring you to justice!"

"Public execution? Is it beheading me? That's not pleasant at all! I want torture like being torn apart by five horses or sliced ​​into a thousand pieces, so that thousands of people can watch me being chopped into mincemeat. That's a truly intense death!"

Sima Huangfen shook his head: "Don't treat this battle like capturing a criminal. If you don't have the heart to kill without mercy, you will definitely be killed by me!"

"You enjoy killing?"

"Murder is the most fun game!"

"You treat human lives like a game?"

Iron Hand's tone was fierce, and his expression grew increasingly cold and stern.

Sima Huangfen showed a disappointed expression: "I thought the Four Great Constables were knowledgeable and experienced, but I didn't expect them to be just like those ordinary people. I should have gone and killed Leng Xue!"
Ruthless, cold-blooded, and never shows mercy!

They might understand what I'm pursuing!

Iron Hand said coldly, "My senior and junior brothers would never understand a madman who takes pleasure in killing!"

Sima Huangfen shook his head: "Killing for pleasure? I don't have such vulgar and boring hobbies. I revere death. From the first time I came into contact with death, I was deeply fascinated by its charm. I only want to experience the most thrilling death. Iron Hand, make your move!"

Sima Huangfen's real name was Situ Ping. His family was a moderately wealthy household, and they lived a peaceful life until one day when he went out to visit relatives and was robbed by bandits.

The bandits swung their knives at the guards, splattering blood onto Situ Ping's head. Situ Ping instantly realized this was the most fun game. He then swung his knife to kill his parents, holding their heads and enthusiastically inviting the bandits to join the game.

The bandits were frightened away by the madman Situ Ping.

Situ Ping felt very depressed. No one was there to play such a fun game with him. He looked at the corpses forlornly. Just then, a martial arts master passed by and mistakenly thought that Situ Ping was grieving the murder of his parents and family. He took him back and taught him martial arts. Once Situ Ping had mastered martial arts, he told him to go and take revenge on the bandits and kill them all.

After wiping out the bandits, Situ Ping's madness was fully awakened. He invited his master to join a thrilling and exciting death game, then brutally killed his master with a heavy punch. Afterward, he traveled all over the martial arts world in search of the true meaning of death.

Later, Situ Ping met Zuo Wu Wang.

King Zuo Wu promised him the most intense death.

King Zuo Wu wanted to rebel and declare himself emperor.

After becoming emperor, he betrayed his allies and shifted all the blame onto Situ Ping, ordering him to be executed by dismemberment. Situ Ping was more than happy to accept this, changing his name to Sima Huangfen and diligently killing for the Left Martial King, awaiting his death.

Sima Huangfen was a madman.

A complete madman.

Their brain circuits are completely different from those of normal people.

However, Sima Huangfen had his own philosophy.

The philosophy of death.

To worship death is not to actively seek it out.

Sima Huangfen knew how to enjoy life.

He needs a violent and stimulating death.

He needs an equal punch.

Iron Hand was the opponent he had always dreamed of!
　"Du Lei's Heavenly Robe" comes from "The Four Great Constables vs. Zombies." Wen Ruian always has a rather quirky sense of humor when it comes to naming things... I don't recommend reading the original novel because it was never finished. The Four Great Constables series is basically all poorly written...

(End of this chapter)