Wuxia: Drinking with Spring Breeze Chapter 242 - 135: There is Green Hills Everywhere in Life (

Both of them leapt up at the sa ti.

Yang Ge flicked his hand and struck a blade of aura as proud and cold as snow, seeking to take the initiative.

On the other side, Wang Lin stood his ground, his fists as large as sandbags vibrated, and he thrust out a punch with the might of a charging horse, eting Yang Ge’s blade aura head-on.

The two ferocious Qi Forces cancelled each other out, and the remaining energy exploded in mid-air, creating a dazzling golden ripple.

As Yang Ge landed, he heavily stamped on the sandy beach, using the force to leap up again, slicing through the residual energy towards Wang Lin, attempting to make quick work of him with the advantage of his sword.

He knew that those who practiced fists and kicks usually also trained in tough external martial arts.

But he believed that with his martial arts as of today, coupled with the Cold Moon Precious Sword, ranked eighteenth on the list of Jianghu’s Divine Weapons, even if Liao Chen himself were reborn, he would not again face the situation where he could not cut through without using his strongest move!

Wang Lin, having road the Jianghu for decades and rich in combat experience, saw through Yang Ge’s intention at a glance. Before Yang Ge could get close, his fists turned into piston-like afterimages and bombarded the air with a torrent of punches, enveloping Yang Ge from above.

Seeing this, Yang Ge suddenly stamped on empty air; his Chaotic Wind Leg whipped up a fierce wind that lifted his body higher, calmly avoiding the flurry of punches and, from a higher vantage point, he sent down a series of blade auras with the move ’Frost Unsheathing from the Willow’, targeting Wang Lin on the ground. Then he used the ’Thousand-Pound Drop’ technique, following behind his own blade aura, smashing towards Wang Lin on the ground.

"Lone Tree Becos a Forest!"

Wang Lin on the ground, seeing Yang Ge’s aggressive approach, did not dodge or avoid but steadied his stance and let out a roar as he punched upward.

A punch as large as a building and as heavy as a mountain of Qi Force surged to the sky, shattering the dozen blade auras overhead, and the residual force relentlessly smashed toward Yang Ge following behind the blade auras.

Quick to react, Yang Ge’s Cold Moon Precious Sword executed a ’Forceful Split of Mount Hua’ towards the soaring punch... "Frost Over the Long River!"

The blade aura gushed out from the blade’s edge, initially extrely fine and concentrated, only swelling with the wind after shattering the expended punch, transforming into a waterfall-like, shimring silver blade aura that flowed downwards towards Wang Lin on the ground. Beautifully, as one end of the blade aura was about to touch the ground, the other end was still connected to the Cold Moon Precious Sword, with its force continuously supplied, seemingly endless!

Seeing this, Wang Lin stomped on the ground, his True Qi burst forth, and he furiously hamred out with both fists, his face red with exertion as he roared, "Battle Dragon in the Wild!"

"Boom!"

A pair of dark yellow punches burst out, colliding with the descending blade aura. Although it did not explode, the surging force made Wang Lin’s legs suddenly sink a foot into the ground.

Both were desperately powering their True Qi, bearing the brunt of each other’s moves, trying to break the other’s montum and injure their opponent’s body to gain the upper hand.

Unexpectedly, neither could overco the other’s Qi Force, and neither could gain the advantage...

In the end, it was Yang Ge, who was in mid-air, that consud too much energy and had to retract his move. He withdrew and did a sorsault retreat, backing up several zhang.

"Boom."

The punches shattered the blade auras, exploding in mid-air, once again turning into a bright yellow energy ripple.

Both recuperating, standing three zhang apart and breathing slightly, were having doubts in their hearts: ’This kid doesn’t seem to be on the sa level as the Twelve Braves!’

After a few gasps, Yang Ge stood upright, leaning on his Cold Moon Precious Sword, took a deep breath, and the boiling True Qi inside him quickly settled down, even recovering about half of what was spent...

He promptly turned his head to scan the surroundings, seeing that Wang Zeng out at sea had already started firing to drive away the remaining pirates attempting to land, and the disciples of the Ming Sect who had co out to fight were also retreating to the landing point as planned, he understood that this ambush battle had entered its second phase.

As for Yang Tiansheng...

Yang Tiansheng was fighting vibrantly against Liu Dongjun, the big sister of the White Lotus Sect he had t a few days ago in Hangzhou, with the pirates circling around them.

Yang Ge shifted his gaze back to Wang Lin across from him and said, "We fought, and you’ve weighed my strength. Shall we continue? If we do, I won’t be able to hold back my hand..."

Wang Lin’s eyes tightly locked on him, upon hearing this, there wasn’t a hint of wavering in his gaze, only slowly saying, "Young man, don’t be so full of yourself. I’ve eaten more salt than you’ve eaten rice!"

"Old fart already out of gas!"

Yang Ge irritably said, "You’d best take the face I’m giving you. I’m just trying to avoid trouble, not because I fear it. If you dare make a move again, not only will you die, but I’ll also take down your Fragrance Slling Sect’s flag, don’t say you weren’t warned!"

Wang Lin squinted his eyes, his murderous intent surging, "Young man, since I’ve made a na for myself, you are the first to threaten like this!"

"It really is hard to persuade a ghost who’s seeking death!"

Yang Ge sighed lightly, drew the Cold Moon Precious Sword, and the impatience in his face rapidly dissipated, replaced by an ice-cold killing intent as sharp as the blade itself, tightly locking onto Wang Lin.

"Youngsters just can’t keep their cool, eh."

Wang Lin suddenly chuckled, "So quick to use a deadly move?"

"That’s because..."

Yang Ge also laughed, "If I don’t kill you quickly, what if your son gets away? How does that saying go? A family should stick together, right!"

"Li Qing never dared to speak so arrogantly before ."

Wang Lin’s scoffing reply, "You think you’re better than Li Qing?"

Yang Ge, staring at him, asked with an increasingly thick smile, "Are you scared?"

Wang Lin was taken aback and scoffed, "I’ve road the Jianghu for twenty years; would I be afraid of a green boy like you?"

Yang Ge drew out his intonation "Oh" before saying, "You’re explaining; to explain is to cover up, to cover up is to acknowledge the truth. You’re not just scared; you’re panicking... What’s wrong, afraid of dying? Or are you afraid of your son dying?"