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A group of people dragged and pulled, finally managing to put the old man's knife down.

Grandpa Fang became even more agitated when he was stopped, struggling while blowing his beard and glaring.

"Loosen up! This sword technique, when my father taught me, was practiced indoors!"

"Why be so particular!"

Fang Daqiang, with a pained expression, advised:

"Dad, back then we lived in a thatched hut, so we didn't care if it got damaged."

"This is a brick house!"

The old man was taken aback, and surprisingly, he felt that there was some truth to it.

He glanced around the room, smacked his lips, and then looked out the window at the vast, white courtyard.

"Okay, let's go to the yard then!"

The old man carried a large machete in one hand and lifted the curtain with the other, striding out.

Before leaving, he didn't forget to turn back and call out to Liu Yifei.

"Granddaughter-in-law! Come out into the yard!"

"Grandpa will show you a set of our Fang family's ancestral sword techniques!"

Liu Yifei stood behind the threshold, half of her body peeking out from behind the cotton curtain, her beautiful eyes sparkling with intense curiosity.

As an actress who has starred in many hit period dramas, she has seen too many martial arts instructors rehearsing moves on set.

The stunt doubles, with the help of wires, leaped across rooftops and walls, looking ethereal and incredibly graceful.

But Liu Yifei knew in her heart that those were all pre-designed elaborate stunts for the sake of looking good on camera, commonly known as "dance moves".

This wasn't done with wires; it was real swords and spears, and it was even a family-inherited sword technique that she had actually witnessed the blood of Japanese soldiers. This was the first time she had ever seen anything like it in her life.

Fang Yu leaned close to her ear, raised an eyebrow, and whispered a suggestion:

"Come on, this is a genuine, unique skill of the Fang family, you never see it normally."

"You've managed to get a VIP front-row seat at the intangible cultural heritage performance today."

Upon hearing this, Liu Yifei's eyes shone with even greater anticipation.

She enthusiastically wrapped her down jacket tighter and followed the others briskly to the eaves.

The others inside also rushed out, retreating tacitly to the base of the courtyard wall, standing in a row, trembling.

The courtyard is quite large.

The walls were high on all four sides, and a thick layer of snow covered the tops of the walls.

The old elm tree in the center of the courtyard had bare branches, covered in snow that turned it silvery white.

The snow on the ground had been trampled into a mess of footprints.

Grandpa Fang stood in the middle of the courtyard, his cotton shoes crunching on the snow, his feet apart in a horse stance.

Under the wall, the whole family rubbed their hands together, hunched their necks, and breathed out in the cold air, but no one dared to utter a sound.

Grandpa Fang didn't make any extra movements.

He gripped the hilt of the knife tightly with both hands and held the large cleaver horizontally in front of his chest.

My lower back suddenly sank.

"Ho—!"

A low shout exploded from deep within his chest.

The blade slashed down diagonally, drawing an extremely short and fierce arc.

There are no fancy spins or swings; it's just the most direct and violent chop.

"Buzz—!"

A dull whistling sound exploded from the courtyard.

The heavy blade tore through the cold wind, whipping up a layer of snowflakes that rose more than half a foot high.

The old man sheathed his knife with lightning speed. Just as the momentum of his strike reached its end, he suddenly flipped his wrist, the back of the blade facing upwards, and swept it horizontally!

This sweeping motion skimmed across the snow, carving a shallow furrow directly into the ground!

The white snowflakes were whipped up by the wind from the blade, scattering in mid-air and landing on the old man's gray hair.

"Broken door and split hanging!"

Grandpa Fang roared and charged forward through the snow.

The second and third moves are executed in quick succession, each strike faster and more powerful than the last.

Chop, hang, flick, slash.

Every move involves taking the shortest distance and attacking the most vital parts.

There was no room for maneuver, nor did it give the opponent any chance to breathe.

This isn't some amateur swordsmanship trick; it's a true life-saving technique honed through real battles.

It all comes down to one word:

ruthless.

Fang Yu understood.

This sword technique has absolutely no defensive moves.

It's all about offense, all about taking the initiative.

If the door breaks, the person will fall.

The old man suddenly loosened his grip on the knife handle with his left hand and thrust the knife forward with one hand!

This stab was swift and deadly, the blade pointing straight ahead with tremendous penetrating power.

"Whoa!"

Fang Daqiang and his brothers all gasped in shock and involuntarily took a half step back.

They knew from a young age that the old man had a solid foundation.

But in all his life, no one has ever seen the old man actually do anything serious.

Today's appearance has shown us what it means to remain silent until the very end.

The snow on the old elm tree was shaken off by the fierce wind and scattered all over the ground with a soft rustling sound.

The old man worked faster and faster in the snow, his cotton shoes leaving crisscrossing footprints, stirring up the snow and scattering it everywhere.

The glint of the blade flashed in the winter sun, reflecting off the white snow, the old man's gray hair, and his ashen face.

In that instant, through the swirling snowflakes and the howling wind, everyone seemed to vaguely see another scene—

In the dense forest of Heixiazi Ridge, a young figure, wielding the same knife, charged through the smoke and blood mist.

Liu Yifei stood under the eaves, her fingers unconsciously clenching the cuffs of her down jacket.

Only now did she truly grasp the weight of the phrase "stained with the blood of Japanese devils."

There were no superfluous flourishes in this gust of wind, only naked, chilling cruelty.

Every slash carries the obsession with "survival".

At this moment, the live stream chat was completely flooded with comments.

Holy crap... that's real skill!

Putting everything else aside, the scene of swords whistling through the snow is even more impressive than in martial arts movies!

[Did Grandpa Fang fight Japanese soldiers when he was young? That murderous aura isn't faked!]

[Even the action choreographers we hire for movies aren't as skilled as this old man!]

The last three moves.

The old man suddenly paused in his steps.

He gripped the knife handle with both hands and raised it high above his head.

His aura reached its peak at this moment.

Then--

"drink!!!"

A powerful strike, splitting Mount Hua in two!

The blade slashed into the snow with a muffled thud.

A half-foot-long crack was cleaved into the ground, and snowflakes flew up to a height of three feet.

Sheath the sword.

Grandpa Fang pulled the large cleaver to his side, took a half step back with his right foot, and returned it to its original position with the blade pointing downwards.

A complete set of broken door splitting techniques, finished.

The courtyard was so quiet that only the sound of the wind and the old man's heavy breathing could be heard.

Fang Daqiang led the applause, clapping loudly.

"Father! You're mighty! Your skills are still sharp!"

The other brothers also cheered.

Uncle Fang Daguo was so excited that his face turned red. He even forgot the humiliation he felt when Fang Yu had just rebuked him and shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Dad's skills are even better than when he was young!"

My cousin Fang Zheng and my cousin Fang Ning, along with several other younger relatives, clapped their hands enthusiastically from behind.

Fang Zheng's eyes were bloodshot, and he muttered, "So handsome, so handsome."

Fang Yu and Liu Yifei also clapped.

However, soon.

The cheers in the courtyard gradually subsided.

Because everyone noticed that the old man's expression was off.