Chapter 113: Chapter 105: The Oriole Behind
The face of a man with a surprisingly refined and scholarly air was revealed.
"Zhang Ergou!"
Qi Yue wasn’t particularly surprised to see his face. Instead, he mockingly called out the na the man was so ashad of.
"Sir, enough talk! The constables can’t hold them off any longer!"
Wang Tianfeng, at his side, grew anxious. ’We’re running out of ti and he’s still chattering away! Why can’t the Chief ever break this damned habit of talking during a fight?’
Hearing his na called out, Zhang Ergou flew into a rage. With a furious roar, he charged at Qi Yue once more.
Qi Yue glanced at his n. Seeing that the governnt officials were nearly all gone, his expression darkened and he surged forward to et the charge.
In just a few monts, he had beaten the Vice Gang Leader of the Celestial Eagle Gang—who had not cultivated any External Skills and was already injured—sending him staggering backward, violently coughing up blood.
The black-clad man from the Iron Bone Gang, who was tangled in a fight with Wang Tianfeng, saw the Vice Gang Leader’s condition and let out a furious roar:
"Go!"
Everyone instantly unleashed a powerful burst of energy, shoving their opponents back. They rushed to the nearest wall and, with Qi Yue montarily occupied, vaulted over. With the swiftness of a striking falcon, they disappeared over the courtyard wall.
THUD!
After finishing off Zhang Ergou with a final palm strike, Qi Yue’s face was livid. He barked, "Constables, stay here and guard the premises! Chief Wang, with ! We’re giving chase!"
One injured governnt official and three wounded constables were left behind. Qi Yue and Wang Tianfeng vaulted over the wall and gave chase.
Nearly all the constables were injured, so they would have been useless in a pursuit. It was better to leave them behind to guard the scene.
Hiding in the kitchen, Cheng Zongyang had watched the entire affair from start to finish, his heart pounding in his chest.
’Seventh Grade Martial Artists are too powerful!’
’An Eighth Grade Martial Artist stands almost no chance against one!’
’If that man from the Iron Bone Gang hadn’t used his External Skills to act as a human shield and coordinate with the guy from the Celestial Eagle Gang, they wouldn’t have been able to keep Qi Yue occupied for even that long.’
For Cheng Zongyang, witnessing this battle made the trip more than worthwhile.
He now knew what a real fight looked like!
’Body Technique, close-quarters combat, defense... all these skills are necessary! It’s not just about Saber Technique.’
’If you want to master Martial Arts quickly, the only way is to grind for them in the Wilderness World. The techniques you buy in reality take years of Cultivation to show any effect.’
’No matter. Even if it’s just the Basic Saber Technique, I can rapidly cultivate it to a higher Realm. Then, no matter how strong the opponent, I can use my blade for both offense and defense, free to advance or retreat as I choose.’
Although he told himself that, a part of him now wanted to learn several more Martial Arts techniques.
’But those are random drops; you can’t force it.’
"Chief... they’re all dead."
At that mont, a young governnt official—injured but still able to walk—spoke to the three wounded constables, his voice choked with sobs.
"So they’re dead! Can I bring them back to life? Useless! Now, you get back to the Governnt Office and report to the Master. Bring more n. And be quick about it, we need to get our wounds treated. We’ll stand guard here to make sure no other lowlifes show up."
A constable, cradling his broken right hand, sat on the ground and snapped irritably through the pain.
"Yes, Chief." The limping governnt official imdiately left the house.
"Useless wimp! Crying his eyes out over a few deaths! I didn’t see him crying when we killed all those drifters these past few days!"
Inside the kitchen, Cheng Zongyang vanished and reappeared. He now held a Tang Blade in one hand and a Long Saber in the other.
He waited silently for a dozen breaths. Hearing no movent from outside, he suddenly rushed out.
"Who’s there!"
Of the three n resting in the courtyard, the constable facing the kitchen door, Liu Zhi, was instantly on alert, his eyes snapping toward the kitchen.
The next mont, he saw a dark figure charging toward the three of them at incredible speed.
"They have an accomplice!" Liu Zhi roared in shock and anger.
The other two, who had their backs turned, quickly rolled to their feet just in ti to see the dark figure bearing down on them.
Two of the three n quickly raised their sabers to engage.
Liu Zhi swept his saber toward the figure’s waist, while the other man chopped down at his head from the opposite side. The blades whistled through the air, full of deadly intent!
Cheng Zongyang’s gaze was cold. ’Basic Saber Technique—Piercing Blade, Sword Rack!’
He channeled Power into his blades. He t Liu Zhi’s long saber with an upward thrust from the Tang Blade in his right hand, while simultaneously raising the Long Saber in his left hand to block the attack aid at his head.
CLANG!
CLANG!
Two sharp sounds of tal striking tal rang out in quick succession.
The reverse-grip thrust of the Tang Blade connected. At the mont of impact, his Power shattered the constable’s standard-issue saber as if it were made of wood! The force of his attack undiminished, he blocked the second man’s blade with his left-hand saber. Leaning forward half a step, he followed the Tang Blade’s montum, slashing it upward. A gash so deep it exposed bone opened on Liu Zhi’s chest as the man stared in horrified disbelief. Blood sprayed everywhere.
Without a second glance, Cheng Zongyang put his strength into his left arm and knocked aside the other man’s standard-issue saber. The sheer force of the parry sent the man staggering back.
Cheng Zongyang imdiately closed the distance. Before the man could even stop stumbling back to counterattack, Cheng Zongyang slamd a fist into his chest with eighty percent of his full power.
PTHOO—
The man was thrown backward, spitting a mouthful of blood and viscera that turned into a fine red mist. He crashed hard onto the ground, twitched for a few seconds, and then his head slumped to the side, his life or death unknown.
"How... how is this possible!" The constable with the broken right hand, unable to wield his saber, had been planning to launch a sneak attack.
But in the blink of an eye, he had watched his two colleagues get taken down in a single clash—one mortally wounded, the other’s fate unknown!
He was completely stunned.
"You... you’re also an Eighth... an Eighth Grade Martial Artist!" the constable stamred, his eyes wide with terror.
Cheng Zongyang didn’t answer. He rushed forward and, while the constable’s mind was still reeling in shock, plunged the Tang Blade into his abdon. He yanked it out, stabbed him again in the chest, and finished the job by slitting his throat.
’You were the most arrogant one just now!’
Cheng Zongyang stepped back, then went and slit the throats of the other two n to finish them off.
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