I Can Strengthen Infinitely-Chapter 218 - 168: Emerging Talent (Part 2)

"Senior Brother!" Yun Yao was shocked. One of the Five Ghosts of Meishan was already enough to hinder Duan Wuya, and if all five attacked simultaneously, Duan Wuya would have no chance to resist, he might be torn apart alive instantly, leaving no whole corpse behind.

Yun Yao grew up with Duan Wuya; their relationship could be described as childhood sweethearts, deeply bonded, naturally, she didn’t want anything to happen to Duan Wuya.

Although she had already given her sword away, leaving her unarmed, Yun Yao decided promptly to lift a table with both hands and swung it towards one of the Five Ghosts of Meishan.

Unexpectedly, a ’table aura’ emerged from the ordinary wooden table, revealing that this woman was also a martial artist with Inner Strength!

The Seven Heroes of Qinghe County—no, now six—along with the three disciples of Hongyan Manor, hid in a corner, not daring to make a sound, with no intention of helping Duan Wuya and Yun Yao in the fight.

Some among them were ordinary martial artists, some were external strength martial artists; whoever they were, they would be instant kills in front of a martial artist with Inner Strength. No one dared to show off at this moment, as the Great Han lying dead outside the inn was a cautionary tale.

"Five versus two, not fair! How about a few of you come play with me?" Out of the blue, Lian Baishan exclaimed as he stomped the ground with one foot. Instantly, three of the Five Ghosts of Meishan fell from the air to the ground, stuck like toads, unable to move. It was the gravitational pressure Lian Baishan had previously used, controlling the three ghosts seven or eight steps away. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

Qin Yuesheng looked at Lian Baishan with interest; oh, this martial skill is fascinating, defeating enemies without lifting a finger, truly the manner of a master—it makes one want to learn.

Crack, crack, crack!

The struggling Five Ghosts of Meishan emitted a chilling bone-grinding noise, yet despite this, they couldn’t lift their arms and legs from the ground, exerting themselves until their eyes were bloodshot, veins bulging.

"Master Lian, such vile villains deserve death; keeping them alive is useless, just kill them." Qin Yuesheng raised his hand, and suddenly a strong suction force burst from his palm, freeing the three immobilized Five Ghosts of Meishan, sending them flying towards Qin Yuesheng’s table uncontrollably.

"Oh?!" Lian Baishan was startled; his technique was easily thwarted by Qin Yuesheng.

To achieve this, the only condition was that Qin Yuesheng’s Inner Strength must be more robust than his own.

This person appears young, yet his Inner Strength is terrifyingly formidable—what kind of prodigy is this?

The three Five Ghosts of Meishan, seeing themselves drawing closer to Qin Yuesheng, prepared for an all-out attack. They were at the First Layer of the Internal Power Realm; with a full burst, they could instantly kill a Second Layer martial artist.

Seeing the murderous glint in their eyes, Qin Yuesheng smiled faintly, grabbing the handle of the Celestial Demon Blade and swinging it forth.

Swish!

Blades of aura swept through; everyone felt a bright white light in front, followed by three columns of blood shooting skyward, splattering onto the ceiling’s ornate beams.

Drops of blood kept falling down the beams, filling the hall with the stench of blood.

"This!" As everyone came to their senses, the six heroes of Qinghe County and the disciples of Hongyan Manor were dumbfounded.

With just one stroke, the ’Black Rakshasa’ Qin Yuesheng, ranked ninety-ninth on the Jiangnan Hundred Soldiers List, instantly killed three of the Five Ghosts of Meishan; the three didn’t even have the chance to resist.

Seeing the three lifeless heads still rolling on the ground, everyone couldn’t help but swallow.

Which fool ranked Qin Yuesheng on the list—how is he ranked ninety-ninth with this power? What a disgrace!

In front of everyone, Qin Yuesheng boldly gulped down a mouthful of cold water.

Refreshing!

So damn refreshing!

Is this what the Sword God of Ten Miles feels like? I’ve been hiding in Cyan Yang City for so long, unknowingly becoming this strong.

What Five Ghosts of Meishan? Can’t even withstand one slash from me, pathetic.

Yet, no one knew Qin Yuesheng’s internal thoughts at this moment; they only saw him nonchalantly drinking water after a casual slash, fully embodying the demeanor of a master.

Instantly, respect for Qin Yuesheng grew within their hearts.

Seeing their three companions instantly killed by that youth’s blade, the remaining two Five Ghosts of Meishan were deeply shocked, even though Qin Yuesheng’s slash didn’t physically strike them, it had struck their hearts silently.

No one expected that this small Jiaqing town would house such an adept.

"Third Brother, run!" Qian Lun shouted, instantly abandoning Duan Wuya, turning to rush towards the rear hall door; Duan Wuya, equal in skill with him, would never let an evil villain escape, chasing after him with a sword.

Yun Yao, relying on the table, however, wasn’t a match for the last Five Ghost of Meishan. Both, seeing their brother/senior brother disappear into the rear hall, wanted to give chase, but neither would yield, causing a delay.

Suddenly, the Five Ghost of Meishan stumbled, dropping to his knees, completely immobilized—it was Lian Baishan’s doing.

Grateful, Yun Yao cupped her fist towards Lian Baishan and thanked him, "Thank you, Master Lian."

She then turned towards Qin Yuesheng, intending to thank him for his assistance.

But when she saw Qin Yuesheng’s face, Yun Yao felt her heart flutter, her face involuntarily flushing pink.

"I hadn’t observed him carefully earlier; now, upon close inspection, it seems I’ve seen him somewhere before. Yet, I’ve never heard of this name before—why does it feel like an old acquaintance?"

Seeing Yun Yao staring at him, instead of chasing her senior brother, Qin Yuesheng instinctively touched his face, puzzled.

Why are you looking at me?

Nevertheless, Yun Yao quickly snapped back, retracting her gaze and rushing towards the rear hall, forgetting her plan to thank Qin Yuesheng.

Once they left, the hall fell silent.

The scholar behind the counter was wide-eyed, frozen mid-motion with a seed poised at his mouth for a long time.

"Ugh!" Kneeling on the ground, the last Five Ghost of Meishan felt the pressure on him escalating until, with a ’crack,’ he collapsed on the ground, bleeding from his orifices—his insides crushed by the overwhelming pressure.

"Well done, Master Lian; I admire your skills." Qin Yuesheng smiled.

"Young Master Qin’s blade skill is remarkable too; among the young martial artists in Jiangnan, there probably aren’t even ten who can match your might."

"I’m humbled; the world is vast, full of prodigies and talent—it is not my place to receive such praise from Master Lian."

After exchanging a few words, the group who had pretended to be dead revived to heap praise on Lian Baishan and Qin Yuesheng—those lacking steadfast will might easily lose themselves in such flattery.

Luckily, Qin Yuesheng had a Spirit of 100, capable of controlling emotions, and Lian Baishan, already famous for years, was long tired of such clichés; both had high resistance, responding briefly before dismissing the group.

Qin Hai sat beside Qin Yuesheng, bewildered; he and the scholar shared similar reactions, though the scholar, used to working in such places, had some resistance to seeing death—Qin Hai did not.

He rushed outside to vomit all he had eaten by the wall.

Everyone in the martial world was accustomed to vendettas and killings, and as the scholar ordered the kitchen to continue serving, the group calmly enjoyed their lunch.