System: I Can Open Martial Arts Chests-Chapter 123 - 94: Fists Know No Mercy, Blades Have No Emotion (2)

Chapter 123: Chapter 94: Fists Know No Mercy, Blades Have No Emotion (2)

"Young Master!!"

An exclamation rang out, and a figure leaped forward, cradling the gravely injured young man in his arms, his face full of anxiety.

The Young Master spat blood from his mouth, pointed a finger at the person cloaked in black, and opened his mouth as if wanting to say something.

But not a single word came out before he breathed his last.

"This... this!!"

Holding the Young Master was a middle-aged woman, who looked in disbelief at the person dead in her arms, and finally gritted her teeth looking at Luo Cheng:

"Hall Master Luo, you owe me an explanation!!"

The other people present also remained silent.

Now that a life had been lost, they all had to see how Luo Cheng would respond.

Would it be a matter of stopping when necessary, or life and death disregarded?

Luo Cheng put down the teacup in his hand and slowly said:

"Fists and feet have no eyes, swords and sabers are heartless; it is inevitable to have casualties in a martial arts duel. Please accept my condolences and move on."

As these words were spoken, everyone understood that today’s battle could result in life or death.

The woman’s face darkened, she handed the Young Master’s body to her subordinates and nodded, saying:

"Fine, such fine words of fists and feet having no eyes, swords and sabers being heartless."

With that, she tapped her foot and was already on the arena, gritting her teeth at the black-cloaked person as she spoke:

"Zhou Xia of the Four Seas Gang, please enlighten me."

With those words, her figure shook and approached rapidly with the wind, two fingers flashing straight for the black-cloaked person’s eyes.

An eternal feud had been established between them, so her move was naturally vicious.

However, the black-cloaked person was indifferent to those two fingers, allowing them to penetrate, and directed a single finger towards Zhou Xia’s throat.

Both acted simultaneously, and both were almost able to hit their mark.

Zhou Xia’s two fingers could certainly blind the opponent, but the opponent’s finger would also pierce her throat.

At the moment when Zhou Xia’s two fingers were about to hit the target, her heart faltered for a moment.

Unwilling to perish together with the other, her body shook, and a streak of blood appeared on her throat. At the critical moment, she dodged the opponent’s finger, raised her arms, and a short dagger suddenly fell from her sleeve into her palm.

The blade’s edge flashed as she took advantage of the momentum to aim for the black-cloaked person’s right leg.

The black-cloaked person still did not dodge, a single palm unknowingly already raised high, accompanied by a gust of wind, crashing down violently.

Zhou Xia’s dagger could hit the black-cloaked person’s leg, but the black-cloaked person’s palm would also shatter her head.

Impossible!

Zhou Xia could only retreat again.

Her figure spun, escaping from the palm, leaping three meters away.

Just as she steadied herself and looked up, she saw that the black-cloaked person was already in front of her.

A fist whistled towards her.

Zhou Xia raised her arms to block, flipping one palm outward to receive the fist with her palm.

However, just a resounding boom was heard, and a tremendous force struck, causing her to stagger backward, her left arm going completely numb.

The bones in her hand were broken, and the entire hand twisted into a sinister shape.

She was momentarily shocked, with no time to regain her composure, when the second punch from the black-cloaked person arrived.

Zhou Xia’s courage had faded; initially, her fierce attack was driven by vengeance.

However, one can only sustain such fighting spirit initially—it wanes with each subsequent effort.

The other side fought as if their life was of no concern; how could she gamble her life in return?

As her thoughts whirled, she understood she could not avenge herself on this stage, thus she bounded backward to retreat.

She wanted to leap off the stage to concede, intending to regroup for revenge later on for the Young Master.

But as soon as she landed, before she could speak, the black-cloaked person on the stage chased after her like a shadow, continuing the deadly pursuit.

This action brought forth an angry shout:

"Outrageous! This is no martial duel, it’s murder!!"

A figure flew forward, arriving behind the black-cloaked person, and gripped his shoulder:

"Sir, have you not heard to leave room for others?"

The people present saw him intervene, and those who were indignant soon calmed down.

This person was the Grand Elder of Feiyun Valley, ’Iron-Armed Divine Ape’ Hou Wenjing!

With his status and martial arts, his intervention should quell even a murderous intent.

Unexpectedly, the black-cloaked person ignored him entirely; with a shake of his shoulder, Hou Wenjing felt as if a needle pricked his palm and instinctively released his grip.

Immediately, the black-cloaked person turned abruptly, a fist roared towards him.

Hou Wenjing was momentarily furious.

With a swing of his single arm, a crackling sound was heard as a punch was thrown.

A thud echoed.

The two fists collided, producing what sounded like clashing metal.

Hou Wenjing was known in the Martial World as the ’Iron-Armed Divine Ape,’ his martial arts centered in his arms.

He initially thought that with this punch, the opponent would retreat at least a few steps.

Unexpectedly, the black-cloaked person did not retreat even a step, instead crashing forward dissentingly.

"Outrageous!!"

Hou Wenjing’s face darkened, stepping back, with both hands clasped at his waist and launching both fists together.

With two resounding thuds, as if bringing forth thunder from all directions.

The formidable double punch was already violently launched at the opponent.

Again came two muffled thuds.

The punches landed without fail, right in the black-cloaked person’s chest and abdomen.

His chest and abdomen collapsed from the blows, his bones shattered, proving the power of the blows exceptional.

Yet before anyone could react, or Hou Wenjing retract his blow, the black-cloaked person reached out, gripping Hou Wenjing’s shoulder blade.

Five fingers like knives plunged into the flesh and blood.

Hou Wenjing’s expression changed, bearing the pain and using his Inner Strength to shake the black-cloaked person’s ten fingers.

But the black-cloaked person’s ten fingers seemed like iron hooks, even under the force of Inner Strength, they emitted the sound of breaking bones but did not let go.

Finally, Hou Wenjing realized something was amiss.

But by this moment, it was too late; the black-cloaked person used his ten fingers like knives to penetrate Hou Wenjing’s shoulders fully, and with a twist of his body, unleashed all his finger force!

Two sleeve-covered arms flew upward with two muffled sounds, Hou Wenjing’s face turned deathly pale, and he let out a tragic scream.

From the shoulders that had lost their arms, blood sprayed in all directions, extremely gory.

This scene happened so quickly; one moment, Hou Wenjing seemed on the verge of crushing the opponent’s chest and abdomen to death.

The next moment, Hou Wenjing himself had both arms torn apart.

Though some around wanted to help, in these fleeting moments, there was no time to intervene.

But it wasn’t over yet; the black-cloaked person suddenly charged forward, a punch aimed directly at Hou Wenjing’s throat.

If this punch hit, Hou Wenjing would be doomed.

But the punch ultimately didn’t hit...

Only because midway through the punch, the fist was gone.

Everyone present only saw a cyan-robed swordsman, who had appeared at some point before Hou Wenjing.

In one stroke, he severed the black-cloaked person’s arm, and with a follow-up kick, sent the black-cloaked person flying over ten meters away.

He wielded a single saber, blade pointed obliquely to the ground, and his eyes fixed on the black-cloaked person, as if searching for something.

"What a fast saber!"

"Who is this person?"

"It’s him!"

Some were puzzled, but others came to a realization.

The incident of Chu Qing killing Dong Xingzhi in the street two nights ago had been witnessed by many.

If Chu Qing hadn’t intervened today, those people might not have remembered.

But as Chu Qing took action, that night’s events came rushing back to them.

"Third Young Master!"

Du Hanyan was also among the crowd, having seen the black-cloaked person’s vicious attack, she had intended to act.

She was just a step too late.

But her words were heard by everyone around.

Third Young Master?

When did the Martial World produce a Third Young Master with such a profound saber technique?

Bian City, squinting his eyes, said to Mo Duxing:

"Senior Brother, why don’t you practice saber techniques? I find this saber technique quite impressive!"

Mo Duxing sneered:

"Petty tricks."

Chu Qing wasn’t concerned with what was happening around, but instead, he focused on the blood on his saber.

The blood was black and extremely viscous, not the blood of the living.

Looking up at the black-cloaked person again, waves already emerged in his eyes.

Dong Xingzhi!

Though the black cloak’s hood had not been removed, from his martial techniques earlier, Chu Qing had already sensed it.

Though the style was different from Dong Xingzhi, the martial arts were from the same lineage.

However...

Dong Xingzhi was clearly cut down by his saber.

How does he now appear here, so vigorous? Murderous in his methods?