Daily News: You promised yourself to be a fisherman, but you've become a martial arts god?

Seeing that Li Nian remained silent, Zong Zhengyu felt that he had successfully manipulated her, and a smug smile appeared on his face.

"Li Nian, you peasant, you think you can fight me? A hundred years from now!"

As soon as the thought was formed, Zong Zhengyu took a step towards the group from Chenyuan Village and said:

"I'll deal with Ma Mianbiao, and Li Nian will deal with Ge Xiong. Do you have any objections?"

Ge Xiong and Ma Mianbiao exchanged a glance, shrugged, and finally Ge Xiong said:

"Do as you please. In any case, you will both die if you fight the two of us."

"How dare you!"

Zong Zhengyu's face darkened with anger. He drew his sword from his waist, pointed it at Ma Mianbiao, and said:

"Since that's the case, enough talk, let's get Pockmarked Biao out and fight this young master!"

To be the first to fight and make the first contribution.

He wasn't about to let this opportunity slip by!

Furthermore, the one who fights first wins and rests first. After Ge Xiong kills Li Nian, he will have more rest time than Ge Xiong.

That's tactical!

"You reckless little beast, since you're courting death, your grandpa will send you on your way!"

Ma Mianbiao snorted coldly, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

In front of everyone, Zong Zhengyu bluntly stated that Li Nian's handling of Ge Xiong was exemplary, implying that he was inferior to Ge Xiong.

Although this is true, he has always felt resentful.

I didn't get angry in front of Ge Xiong just now because I was afraid that he would find out and use his status to intimidate him in the future!

"So noisy!"

Zong Zhengyu, with the air of a chivalrous hero, said:

"You lowly bandit, how dare you invade my Crescent Moon Island! I'll send you to your grave in three moves!"

He is very confident.

Because after breaking through to the Bone Refinement stage, he obtained a treasured secret technique of the Yi family—

Chaoyuan Sword!

This method originates from the Chaoyuan Pavilion Sword Sect and is a portion extracted from the "True Explanation of the Taiqing Chaoyuan Sword Dao".

Although it is only a partial excerpt, it is still a truly top-notch swordsmanship.

With this sword technique in hand, he believed himself to be invincible among those of the same level.

Only then would they have absolute confidence to defeat the two ruthless bandits, Ma Mianbiao and Ge Xiong, who had been living on the edge for years!

"Very good, very good!"

Ma Mianbiao, enraged, laughed instead.

The dough, covered in pockmarks, was flushed red with rage, its uneven surface bulging out, looking hideous and horrifying.

"snort!"

Zong Zhengyu snorted coldly.

His blood and energy suddenly surged, causing his clothes to flutter loudly.

With a twist of his wrist, the clear, bright sword spun out a gentle arc of light and then rose diagonally.

His posture was as upright as a pine tree, his steps were steady and graceful, his brows were filled with pride, and his movements were elegant and unparalleled when he raised his arm and lowered his sword.

He did not rush to attack, but slowly turned the sword, his eyes looking down at his opponent with cold arrogance. His sharpness was restrained but his aura was imposing. Every move he made showed the composure and nobility of a master from a noble family. He was truly outstanding in demeanor and extraordinary in bearing.

It has a real chivalrous feel to it!

This prompted the officers and soldiers to raise their arms and shout:

"The Imperial Envoy's demeanor is comparable to that of a sword saint!"

"With this attitude and this spirit, victory is assured!"

"Envoy Zong's blade is invincible; wherever it points, nothing can withstand its might. These mere bandits are utterly insignificant!"

Hearing the cheers from the crowd, Zong Zhengyu's lips curled into a satisfied smile.

This is exactly the effect he wanted.

Winning isn't the point.

The key is to win in style!

The thought had barely formed in his mind when Zong Zhengyu swung his sword at Ma Mianbiao and shouted coldly:

"Take this!"

"Idiot!"

Ma Mianbiao's eyes were filled with disdain.

As soon as he finished speaking, he put his hands into his waistband, then pulled them out, revealing a set of knuckle dusters on his hands.

Ma Mianbiao stomped his feet and suddenly leaped up, sending sand and gravel flying as he headed straight for Zong Zhengyu.

"Mountain-Splitting Fist - One punch splits the mountain!"

"Your little fists are no match for me!"

Zong Zhengyu raised the corners of his lips slightly, his face full of arrogance and disdain, not taking his opponent seriously at all.

He channeled his inner energy and blood into his right hand, holding the sword. He raised the silver sword high and brought it down suddenly, unleashing his strongest move, accompanied by a low growl:

"The Chaoyuan Sword - Slices Through the Azure Sky!"

Clang!

Fist and sword clashed, producing a sharp metallic clang, sparks flying from the point of impact.

Just as Zong Zhengyu thought he could defeat Ma Mianbiao with one move, his palm suddenly trembled, and the longsword suddenly transmitted an extremely powerful crushing force.

The powerful force flowed straight into his arms through the sword's edge, and his wrist, which was gripping the sword, suddenly felt a sharp pain. His tendons and veins seemed to be torn apart, his joints ached and went numb, and his wrist bones throbbed with unbearable pain.

Immediately afterwards, the domineering force of the punch blasted him back, and his body fell from the air. He staggered back seven or eight steps before regaining his footing, staring in disbelief at the unharmed Pockmarked Man in front of him.

"How is that possible!"

"...This person has actually mastered the tendon-strengthening technique, and his fist skills have reached perfection!"

Upon discerning Ma Mianbiao's cultivation level, Zong Zhengyu felt a tremor in his heart.

next moment.

He dropped his sword and turned to run!

He shouted as he ran:

"Everyone, tell Yi Huan right now!"

"Hold those bandits back!"

"If anything happens to me, I'll chop all your heads off!"

If you don't run, you'll die!

The sudden scene left all the officers and soldiers dumbfounded.

What happened to the promise to fight the bandits to the end? What happened to the promise not to call Yi Huan? What happened to the promise to kill Ma Mian Biao within three moves? What happened to the promise of possessing the talent of a sword saint?

"Trying to run away?"

Seeing that Zong Zhengyu was having second thoughts and was about to leave, Ma Mianbiao's lips curled into a cold and ruthless smile.

He stomped his feet hard on the ground, his body suddenly rushing out like a tiger pouncing on its prey. He closed in instantly with a fierce and murderous aura, his iron fists, adorned with brass knuckles, gathering power and force without any fancy moves, and smashed straight at Zong Zhengyu's back.

With a deep, resounding thud, the fist struck solidly, causing Zong Zhengyu to shudder violently. He was sent flying through the air like a kite with a broken string, spitting out a mouthful of blood as he arced through the air before losing consciousness on the spot.

"Imperial Envoy!"

A glint flashed in Liu Tong's eyes as he leaped up, intending to catch Zong Zhengyu.

Zong Zhengyu has an extraordinary identity; rescuing him would be a great achievement!

Whoosh!

Just then, a figure swept past Liu Tong, leaped high into the air, and caught Zong Zhengyu.

Look closely.

The one who made the move was a young guard with a square face, no more than twenty years old.

He carried a German war knife wrapped in black cloth across his back; through the gaps in the cloth, two dark red characters on the hilt were faintly visible—

Drink blood!

"Ruan Hanzhou!"

"That new kid on Team C!"

"This child has actually unlocked the Blood Refinement Technique!"

Liu Tong's brows furrowed, his eyes filled with shock.

Immediately, he sighed inwardly that his great achievement had been stolen.

On the other side, Li Nian squinted at Ruan Hanzhou.

At this moment, Ruan Hanzhou had already brought Zong Zhengyu back to the ground and was holding him tightly in her arms.

Ruan Hanzhou seemed to sense Li Nian's gaze, turned his head to look at her, and when their eyes met, a meaningful smile appeared on his lips.

At the same time, Ruan Hanzhou placed his hand on Zong Zhengyu's severely injured back, gripped a section of the latter's vertebral column, and twisted it suddenly.

puff!

Zong Zhengyu, who was unconscious, suddenly bulged his eyes and spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with pieces of internal organs.

Immediately afterwards, her body felt as if her skeleton had been removed, and she collapsed into Ruan Hanzhou's arms like a limp rag, fainting once again.

Ruan Hanzhou's eyes showed fear, and he shouted in a trembling voice to the crowd:

"Young Master... his spine is broken!"

A house is supported by its beams, and a person is supported by their ridge.

The human spine is the main backbone of martial arts, supporting the spirit and energy of the head above and connecting the strength of the limbs and bones below. The circulation of blood and energy throughout the body and the flow of internal strength all rely on the spine as the hub to connect them all.

The vertebral column fractured.

Right now--

It's ruined!