Why do I have so many masters?-Chapter 317 - 24 The Blizzards Intensify (2/2)

"Hahaha, the young Miss from the Tan family seems in good spirits,"

"Such cold weather, yet still interested in holding an umbrella to watch the snow! Such elegance, truly elegant!"

Suddenly, a thunderous laughter erupted.

The previously closed courtyard door, with a clattering sound, flew directly towards Wang Anfeng and the two others, the strong wind howling, causing the snow to whirl chaotically, and large fierce cracks appeared on the bluestone walls on either side of the door,

Wang Anfeng stepped forward and stood in front of Tan Yurou.

The courtyard door, made of fine wood and bordered with copper, was quite heavy, coming hurtling with a force of a thousand jins; the young man’s black hair fluttered slightly, yet his expression remained unchanged, casually raising his hand, he easily caught the heavy door.

Qi Force fluttered.

The young girl’s hair behind him fluttered slightly, her eyes clear.

The snow fell silently.

The fluttered black hair quietly fell.

Amid the loud crashing sound, a Decorated Large Axe heavily smashed into the ground, creating a sizable hole, and a tall, burly man with a bald head and a fierce scar on his face, looking extremely dangerous, stepped in, holding the battle axe in one hand and laughing heartily,

"Good martial arts! Nice technique!"

"Much better than those so-called young heroes!"

Though the man was exceptionally burly, as he stepped forward, surprisingly, he left no footprints on the snow behind him, dressed only in a thin garment in the dead of winter, his chest bare, his rough appearance nevertheless demonstrated an extremely refined martial arts prowess, evidently not an ordinary fighter.

Wang Anfeng raised his hand to shield Tan Yurou, his eyes firmly on the burly man.

Given the latter’s outstanding martial arts, his identity was likely not ordinary; with Wang Anfeng’s understanding of Xi Dingzhou, he could only think of the infamous Twenty-Seven Allied Gangs. Although the battle axe was powerful and forceful, its movements were clumsy and typically seen on battlefields, not commonly used in Jianghu.

And for someone to wield a battle axe and have cultivated at least to Seventh Rank Martial Arts, such individuals were even scarcer. The man in front of them, apart from his technique with the axe, was exceptional in both Qinggong and Inner Strength. Within a thousand miles of Xi Dingzhou, only the Twenty-Seven Allied Gangs, famously claimed to have direct teachings of Middle Third Rank Martial Arts, might possess such unique martial artists.

In Jianghu, true heritage martial artists are on a different level compared to unconventional fighters.

Heritage commands the blood, sweat, and tears of several generations, precursors’ thoughts on the future path, their trials and errors, their successes and numerous painful lessons. Those who travel this path undoubtedly move faster and more steadfastly than those who independently explore and cultivate.

Their foundation and experience far surpass those of hermit martial artists.

Yet Wang Anfeng had not anticipated that, in a conflict between the Tan Family and the Twenty-Seven Allied Gangs, the latter would send such an expert for Tan Yurou.

In such circumstances, unless the Twenty-Seven Allied Gangs were fully confident and could freely disperse their power, they might have already colluded with Yu Jiu, planning to use Tan Yurou, the sole relative, to shatter Tan Tianxiong’s defenses.

Wang Anfeng’s heart sank, and he slightly pursed his lips, saying in a deep voice,

"You guys go inside first."

"Leave him to me."

The big man did not obstruct, but stood still ten meters away, watching as Tan Yurou and Yan’er walked towards the house. However, after only a few steps, Wang Anfeng’s ears twitched, detecting an extremely faint sound; his expression shifted, and he suddenly turned, his right hand sweeping past his waist.

With only a swishing sound, eighteen chilly glints were flung from his hand, splitting in trajectory, shooting through the gaps around Tan Yurou and Yan’er into the house.

There was a moment of silence.

The crisp sound of clashing blades continued without end.

A total of eighteen strikes.

At this time, the big man, who appeared to be a mere spectator, had silently advanced to three meters in front of Wang Anfeng, the corner of his mouth slightly raised, his battle axe tearing towards Wang Anfeng’s neck, stirring up a nasty gust of wind.

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With the distance now greatly reduced, it was quite a strain for Wang Anfeng to draw his sword; his palm flipped, grasping a dagger and slashing out several chilly glints in a flash, clashing with the blade of the battle axe, emitting a whistling sound, and blasts of air threw the snow on either side into the air.

The man staggered back several steps, discharging the force from his weapon.

Wang Anfeng also retreated half a step, his hand holding the dagger trembled slightly.

Although his martial arts were outstanding, the opponent was definitely a Seventh Rank Martial Artist, with deeper Inner Strength than his by a margin. That sudden move and the urgency of the situation left him unable to employ the Ten Powers of Tathagata Dharma, thus he could not suppress his opponent with brute strength.

The bald-headed man glanced at his trembling hand, praised, and said,

"What great strength."

From behind the wooden house, a person leaped out, standing atop the eaves, complexion pale as a ghost, black hair disheveled, hanging behind his back, his right hand slender, holding a longsword, his presence fluctuating uncertainly. If not observed with eyes, even Wang Anfeng could momentarily overlook him.

This man in white glanced at Wang Anfeng, who now had his hands raised, heavy punches emerging.

He chuckled softly, withdrew his gaze, and said,

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"Very sharp."

The voice was deep and hoarse, yet carried a distinct feminine timbre.

Wang Anfeng took a deep breath, one hand raised and the other hanging down, the robust Buddhist punch slowly rising from his body, immense yet tranquil, impressing the two martial artists.

The big man’s expression grew serious, initially holding the axe with one hand, now positioning one hand above the other, gripping the heavy battle axe, his Qi Force continuously fluctuating, he glanced at the woman in white and both nodded slightly.