Legend of Zhan Zhao

Chapter 52 Offended

"This is not a suitable place to take action."

Zhan Zhao wasn't just talking.

Seeing that the prison cell was cramped and difficult for the other party to maneuver, they started to walk outside.

They stopped when they reached the spacious square in the front yard.

Zhou Wuxin's expression was grave.

On the one hand, I was annoyed by the other party's attitude.

Does this mean they truly consider him to be without any connections?
On the other hand, I also vaguely sensed a terrible threat.

It was much more intense than the fight outside the Great Xiangguo Temple.

Keep in mind that was only a month ago.

Could this extremely young master have made further progress?
"Arrest them!!"

Zhao Wujiu then resolutely shouted.

At a single command, the constable, who had been waiting in ambush, suddenly made his move.

First, sixteen people leaped out, each wielding a fine steel hook and a copper bell hanging from its claws and tail, like a shaking dragon, drawing sixteen crisscrossing cold rainbows under the frigid winter sun, and grabbing at Zhan Zhao.

This is Zhou Wuxin's signature move, the Four Unique Heart Lock!
Ranked forty-ninth on the Baiyulou Qimen Ranking, seemingly just entering the top fifty and not particularly high in rank, it still manages to make many martial arts practitioners turn pale at the mere mention of it, and even tremble with fear at the mere mention of its name.

Zhenyue Hall and Juefeng Hall were originally two halls of the Six Doors that symbolized military power.

The emphasis varies from person to person.

Zhenyue Hall excels at direct attacks and can suppress martial arts sects. It has wiped out local gangs and bandit strongholds that have committed crimes on more than one occasion, and has even had a direct conflict with Evil Valley.

Juefeng Hall excels at surrounding and trapping masters. They work in groups of four, living and eating together, and practicing the Four Unique Heart Locks together. When the four of them work together, they launch multiple attacks, and many well-known figures in the martial arts world have suffered greatly.

At this moment, these four groups of constables were the elite of the capital's General Headquarters, the best of the best. The moment they made their move, they moved in a precise, coordinated, and efficient manner, like gears meshing together.

The first group ripped off both arms, making a sound like tearing silk;

The second group sweeps across the ground, specifically targeting the lower body;

The third group intertwined in mid-air, sealing off any agility or movement;

The fourth set of copper bells with claws and tails produces chaotic and disturbing sounds.

As Zhan Zhao drew his sword, the blade had barely extended three inches when sixteen claw chains arrived before him, coiling into a cold, gleaming iron cocoon.

Meanwhile, the sixteen constables were ready to spun around and take a step back. Once the chains tightened like a dragon's tendon, they could force Zhan Zhao to withdraw his sword.

Zhou Wuxin and Zhao Wujiu each occupied a side, ready for battle.

Seeing this scene, I felt a sense of unease.

After suffering a loss in front of the Daxiangguo Temple, the two secretly studied Zhan Zhao's swordsmanship.

The opponent's moves were nothing unusual or strange, but they were always able to anticipate the enemy's moves and seize the initiative. If the opponent could not break through their defenses, they would be virtually invincible.

But that was a one-on-one fight.

A siege is another matter entirely.

Just then, the elite troops of Juefeng Hall formed a battle formation and came out. Even if Zhan Zhao could predict their movements, he would still have to fight them with his sword in the end!
No matter how perfect a person's sword technique is, it is ultimately limited by human movement. This is the principle that two fists cannot defeat four hands, and that one's strength is unbreakable.

However, in this confrontation, it was not just one person who was attacked.

Lian Caiyun turned sideways and gracefully came behind Zhan Zhao. The two stood back to back, each facing one side.

She flipped her wrist sharply, and the bright moon sword was drawn with a clang.

"Zheng——!"

A clear, melodious sword cry rose through the air; before the sword energy arrived, a spring breeze caressed one's face.

Sword of Joy - Spring Breeze Cuts Willows!

This Heart Sword Divine Technique uses inner joy as its guide, and the sword moves are as light as a spring breeze in March. The gentle energy dispels the enemy's ferocity and eliminates their will to fight.

Of course, this sword can also conceal deadly intent. Its sword aura is like willow catkins fluttering in the air. If the enemy is slightly intoxicated, the sword energy will sever their meridians.

The paradox of practicing this move is that practitioners are often affected by joy and happiness, causing their sword intent to become scattered.

If one's mind is not focused enough, the sword energy will not be powerful enough to fight the enemy. However, if one is overly joyful, it is easy to become immersed in it and dissipate the sword energy.

Before the enemy could even rejoice, he himself was already laughing foolishly.

It requires striking a rare balance between making choices and making trade-offs.

Lian Caiyun handled it very well. She swung her sword, drawing a clear rainbow, and went straight for the eight intertwined hooks.

The eight constables were exerting their strength when they suddenly felt a gust of sword wind brush against their faces, and their expressions immediately changed to surprise.

Someone's fingers trembled as he recalled the spring dress his wife hadn't finished sewing when he left home;
Someone's nose twitched slightly, as if they could smell the sweet fragrance of pear blossoms from their old home;
Some people even smiled directly, thinking of the long-awaited day off;
"laugh!"

But reality is cruel, and none of that happened.

The sword light flashed like a snake spitting its tongue, and the Jianjing acupoints of all eight men went numb at the same time, causing the steel hooks to fall to the ground.

The eight pieces of the sleeve, cleaved by the sword energy, still fluttered in the wind, like willow leaves cut down by the spring breeze.

Unfortunately, even Caiyun's skill was insufficient; at most, she could only influence eight constables and thwart one side's attack.

Otherwise, with the power of the Heart Sword Divine Technique, Mingyue could have easily moved swiftly and struck the Jianjing acupoints of the sixteen people in an instant, rendering them completely incapable of fighting.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the eight constables in these two groups did not linger and decisively retreated from the battlefield.

Almost simultaneously, eight more constables arrived to fill the gaps and join the encirclement.

"Well!"

Lian Caiyun felt a little sad upon seeing this.

"What excellent swordsmanship, young lady!"

Zhan Zhao raised his eyebrows and praised him.

More than one person in the Seven Clouds had previously said that Junior Sister's swordsmanship was the most exquisite.

In retrospect, this statement was entirely correct, and even slightly modest.

At the age of fourteen or fifteen, Lian Caiyun's future is limitless.

Even if their skill level wasn't high enough at this moment, this sword technique alone, combined with his previous moves, would be enough for the two of them to charge out with ease.

Of course, that's no longer necessary now.

As Lian Caiyun stepped forward to break the attack, Zhan Zhao simultaneously raised his right sword to meet the attack, the barb of his claws digging into the blade with a muffled sound.

Instead of the constables turning around and tightening the chains, cries of pain filled the air.

Because countless invisible sword energies were simultaneously unleashed.

"go with!"

The first sword energy tore through the air, striking the grip of the hook claw.

The constable holding the shackles cried out in pain as his hand split open and he staggered backward.

"Go!"

The second sword energy swept across, like moonlight pouring down.

The constables, who had been suspended in mid-air, felt a numbness in their wrists as the iron chains intertwined and twisted into a knot in mid-air. A great force slammed them haphazardly to the ground.

"break!"

The third sword energy surged straight through.

The seasoned constable hurriedly blocked with his horizontal lock, only to see the fierce and unparalleled sword energy suddenly change direction, ensnaring the iron chains of his three companions behind him into a vortex.

"Swoosh!" The fourth sword energy skimmed the surface of the water like a dragonfly.

Just as the eight newly recruited constables were about to change formation, they suddenly felt a chill at their Huantiao acupoint between their knees, their legs went weak, and they knelt down. One of their iron claws went awry, and the others naturally slipped from their grasp and fell to the ground.

Amidst the crisscrossing sword energy, Zhan Zhao strolled out leisurely.

It was still the same unremarkable move; he lightly tapped each constable with his sword, one fell down with each tap, and another collapsed to the ground with each tap.

When he returned to his original position and stood back to back with Lian Caiyun, the iron claw that had slipped from his grasp and fallen to the ground had already formed a ring around his body, reflecting a cold, eerie light on the bluestone slab.

When the constables were lying haphazardly in front of them, leaving almost no room to stand, the people on the outside stopped and stared blankly at the scene.

"How could this be?"

Not to mention the constables, Zhou Wuxin and Zhao Wujiu were dumbfounded.

Not taking action doesn't mean they'll send their subordinates and reap the benefits themselves.

Rather, they knew Zhan Zhao was not someone to be trifled with, so they used him as a backup, to prevent him from focusing on one side, breaking through the encirclement, and escaping.

Just now, when Lian Caiyun Heart Sword Divine Technique unleashed its power, the two of them shifted their positions, subtly blocking the only way.

But to their utter surprise, Zhan Zhao truly had no intention of leaving, and in such a short time, he managed to break through the encirclement of Tianludiwang.

The process was swift and decisive, without the slightest setback.

"It's your turn!"

After Zhan Zhao dealt with the constable, he turned his attention to them.

"That's unreasonable!"

Zhao Wujiu was furious and charged forward using his leg skills. Zhou Wuxin attacked at the same time, and the Four Absolute Heart Lock clicked open.

The weapon he used this time was different from the one he used against the enemy; four black iron claws lashed out like living creatures—

Azure Dragon locks tendons, White Tiger seizes veins, Vermilion Bird burns energy, Black Tortoise seals acupoints—the four symbols encircle!

"good."

Zhan Zhao nodded, pointing with his left hand with sword energy flickering, each of his five fingers unleashing a sword.

The first sword strike was fierce and domineering, earth-shattering, and with a clang, it knocked the Azure Dragon Lock back three zhang.

Then came three more sword strikes, graceful and agile, continuous and unbroken, each striking the White Tiger Lock and then disappearing, using extremely skillful force to entangle it with the Vermilion Bird Lock.

The final sword strike was steady and refined, striking first despite being delayed, and piercing straight into the Xuanwu Lock.

This barrage of sword energy was dazzling, yet it was a display of the profound essence of martial arts.

It not only brings out the power of the Yao light, but also implements the skill of the six lines.

Zhou Wuxin was completely caught off guard, never expecting that Zhan Zhao could release five distinct sword energies from between his five fingers.

What shocked him most was that the Xuanwu Lock made a sound of mechanism breaking down, which showed how powerful the sword energy was.

Zhao Wujiu, naturally unwilling to be outdone, unleashed the full power of the Riding the Yellow Wind True Technique, transforming once again into nine afterimages that attacked from all directions.

Zhan Zhao responded decisively. With a powerful and unrestrained sword strike in his right hand, like a surging river, he directly dispersed all eight phantoms, and the tip of the sword precisely pointed at the toes of the real body.

"Well!!"

This time it wasn't about breaking through the enemy's vital points, but Zhao Wujiu still let out a muffled groan, as if struck by lightning.

Because Zhan Zhao's sword speed, power, and momentum were completely different from their last encounter, he was like a completely different person.

The acupoints possess a mysterious "yao light," which brings sword energy techniques similar to the Six Meridians Divine Sword, but these are merely auxiliary effects.

The real key to its enhancement lies in its significant increase in the power of the Six Lines Formless Sword Qi itself.

Zhao Wujiu was also a top-notch martial arts master, and his skills and power were definitely not weak. A few hours ago, Zhan Zhao would not have been able to suppress him with a single sword strike. Now, however, it was a clash of titans, and the overwhelming force of the sword strike caused Zhao Wujiu to suffer a loss.

This master constable underestimated his opponent last time, thinking he had too much experience in the martial arts world and wanted to break through the enemy's acupoints, but he was countered instead.

Now, he is underestimating his opponent, a judgment based on the last encounter. Even though he saw the constable lose quickly, he never expected that the opponent's swordsmanship could have improved so much.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Zhou Wuxin disregarded the quality of the strange weapons, combined the four locks into one, and pounced.

Zhan Zhao, however, had already stepped forward to meet them, his figure as swift as smoke, his sword flashing and sword energy arriving simultaneously—

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

The sound of metal clashing was like a sudden rainstorm. The two figures moved and dodged within a space of about ten feet, exchanging more than ten blows in the blink of an eye.

Suddenly, a crisp "crack" sound was heard—

The Four-fold Heart Lock disintegrated in mid-air, shattering the blue bricks beneath Zhou Wuxin's feet. He staggered back three steps before regaining his footing.

Before he could catch his breath, a cold glint had already struck his acupoint.

Lian Caiyun's sword was as still as autumn water. After being struck, he swayed and fell to the ground.

At the same time, Zhan Zhao turned around like lightning and appeared in front of Zhao Wujiu again.

Just as he exhaled the turbid air from his throat, he was met with a barrage of sword energy.

Both attacks were executed with lightning speed. As soon as the two men came to a sudden stop, the tip of Zhan Zhao's sword was already resting on the other's shoulder.

Zhao Wujiu's neck veins bulged, and he stopped abruptly, only to see Zhan Zhao press down with his sword.

It felt like Mount Tai was pressing down on you.

"Oh!"

A wisp of dust rose, and the man, too, slumped onto the bluestone slab, unable to move.

It's too late to say.

"Save the two hall masters!!"

Two of the Four Great Constables were defeated. The elite guards around them, as well as the constables who rushed over from the front yard and other rooms, all had bloodshot eyes and rushed over.

"do not come!!"

Zhou Wuxin knew something was wrong and quickly shouted.

He called too late.

"Well done!"

Facing the onrushing constables, Zhan Zhao moved again, heading straight to meet them.

They said they'd beat all of you.

That means I'll beat you all up.

A scene from Yunqi Mountain Villa is being recreated.

That time, it was Pei Handeng, the deputy head of Zhenyue Hall, who led more than a dozen constables in a battle in a foreign land. They were utterly defeated by Zhan Zhao and fell to the ground.

Now, at the Six Doors General Headquarters in the capital, where the elites of the four halls have gathered, constables poured out from all directions, and then a figure, who had been waiting for a long time, casually swept over with a sword.

It collapses as soon as it shows its head.

When the vast square was littered with fallen bodies, only two people remained standing in the square of the Six Doors General Office.

"Brother is so awesome!"

Lian Caiyun's eyes sparkled as she looked at that figure, as proud as a pine tree against the snow, filled with admiration and joy.

"Zheng——"

Zhan Zhao then sheathed his sword and, facing Zhou Wuxin and Zhao Wujiu who were struggling to get up, uttered three words that echoed his earlier statement:

"excuse me."

(End of this chapter)