Why do I have so many masters?-Chapter 432 - 102: Solving the Case, the Fishing Duo from Fufeng (Two-in-One Mega Chapter)_3

With the Zen heart of Buddhism, harnessing the fierce power of moving mountains, is the Zen of Martial Arts.

This is Shaolin.

A bright, clanging sound arose leisurely, filled with vigorous inner strength reminiscent of a Flying Eagle soaring through the sky. The longsword trembled at an unimaginable speed, losing its original power. Wang Anfeng held his left hand behind his back while his right hand retracted once and then sprung forth again.

The humming of the sword abruptly ceased.

The broken blade spun out, flying through the air. Wang Anfeng’s eyes were vacant as memories flowed through his mind. His right thumb and middle finger bent, mimicking plucking a flower, knowing only its form. With the Prajna Heart of Buddhism, he transformed the external appearance of the Flower-picking Finger Technique, forcibly simulating a bit of the essence to control the broken blade between his fingers.

The newcomer drew a short sword, ready to fight desperately, but saw a sharp blade pointing directly at his brow.

Moonlight streamed in occasionally.

The blade became even more chillingly cold.

Using the moonlight’s reflection, Wang Anfeng only then noticed the other person’s face and his expression subtly changed, said:

"Is it you?!"

............

Outside the official road, the man dressed in Nightwalker Clothes looked at Yan Ling, who wore the Vermilion Clothes of a constable, whose demeanor was stern and meticulous.

Yet at this moment, that sternness almost resembled the worst mockery in the world.

Yan Ling, observing the man overcome with rage, said indifferently:

"Isn’t it strange that the items inside were switched?"

"You were indeed cautious, going into hiding directly after not succeeding that day. However, perhaps it was just your bad luck to encounter the Imperial Grandson touring, leading many cities to increase their defenses."

"You didn’t dare to show yourself and only dared to commit the act of theft."

"And you were too impatient. The sudden murder and the constables handling the case getting robbed a few days later made me think there must be something important on that girl, important enough for you to risk staying here, important enough for you to take the risk of robbing a patrol officer."

The man in black’s expression changed slightly. At this moment, the two were separated by no more than ten paces. With similar martial arts skills and entangled qi mechanisms, he found it hard to escape, feeling the intent to fight to the death. He looked at Yan Ling and said slowly:

"Was it you who released that news today?"

Yan Ling generously admitted it, nodding:

"Otherwise, how would you venture to explore the inn at night?"

"But you were even more impatient than I thought."

"After seeing my lip movements, you couldn’t even wait a couple of Hours before making your move."

The man snorted coldly, seemingly conceding to Yan Ling’s points, but for some reason, he didn’t attack or leave, just stared intensely with cold eyes at Yan Ling in Vermilion Clothes.

The latter stood still, ten paces away, neither approaching nor retreating, glanced at him, and said indifferently:

"Conceded?"

"Still, I remain curious. If it were a feud within Jianghu, you would have no hesitation, as Great Qin doesn’t interfere with such murky matters."

"So you needn’t hide."

"If it’s not a feud within Jianghu, why then, would your target appear here?"

"If it indeed is a feud within Jianghu, yet you still felt compelled to hide, I can only assume you are special. Special enough that even the Ministry of Punishment of Great Qin, upon discovering your presence, would not hesitate to strike you down."

Yan Ling’s left hand held the scabbard, right hand gently placed on the hilt.

The young man’s face was confident and composed.

As if reading the law, he said lightly:

"My Great Qin, the Ministry of Punishment, facing such Jianghu forces, requires no hesitation and can kill them outright. There are five of them, with two making the most appearances in Fufeng."

"Can you guess which two?"

The Nightwalker’s eyes narrowed slightly.

His body tensed involuntarily.

At that moment, Yan Ling’s voice paused slightly, a faint smile appearing on the young man’s stern face as he looked towards the Nightwalker across him, suddenly speaking in a relaxed tone:

"Are you waiting for companions?"

"But do you wonder why I’m here, wasting time with you?"

"Don’t forget, this place is around Fufeng County City."

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The young man’s voice was calm, seemingly mocking.

The man’s expression suddenly changed.

Before Yan Ling’s voice fell, a storm had already swept through, and a man dressed in Nightwalker Clothes had almost turned into a furious tide, tearing toward Yan Ling.

At some point, each of his hands had sprung out a one-foot-long Broken Blade, drawing sharp and fierce cold gleams around his body, converging into one, resembling undulating waves, incessantly tearing towards Yan Ling.

The young man slightly closed his eyes, and almost at the same time as the other made his move, he slightly bowed his body.

The surging cold gleams nearly brushed past his hair.

The heart of the man in Nightwalker Clothes jolted.

Missed?!

Suddenly, a soft chant came to his ears.

Yan Ling opened his eyes, and within them reflected the disheveled strands of black hair, as the Great Qin Broad Saber gently drew out, the blade touching the scabbard emitted a fine and prolonged low chant, vibrating to the left and right, enduring and unceasing.

Accompanied by this low chanting of the blade, Yan Ling stepped to the right, the Great Qin Broad Saber spinning around his body, masterfully tearing toward the man’s throat.

The man raised his hand, and the Broken Blade in his right hand, in the nick of time, blocked before his throat.

Sparks flew.

The two Seventh Rank Martial Artists instantly engaged in a deathly combat, the air compressed by brute force, forming visibly undulating waves.

Tearing, cutting, like a Mo Blade fiercely sweeping around.

In the roaring explosion, trees were severed at the midsection.

The man in Nightwalker Clothes slid backwards, scraping the ground, creating two deep tracks on the surface, his right wrist trembling slightly, feeling somewhat sore and painful in both arms.

He looked at the young man opposite him, even somewhat lean and handsome, his pupils filled with shock.

Yan Ling, wrapped in a gusting wind, arrived, slowly erasing the emotions in his eyes, no longer the familiar gentleness known to Wang Anfeng, nor the brotherly demeanor, and now his eyes, like a winter lake, revealed a bone-chilling coldness.

Using the momentum, he stopped abruptly three steps away from the man, then spun around.

The Handheld Horizontal Saber tore through the air currents, emitting a howling sound, tearing toward the man’s neck, generating a pure white wave of air.

The latter’s expression subtly changed, he exerted his Qinggong to forcefully retreat backward, but Yan Ling stepped forward again, the Handheld Horizontal Saber shifting direction at its strongest momentum, thrusting straight forward, aiming directly at his chest.

At that moment, the man had no escape, forcibly gathered his strength, and with his exquisite martial arts skills, resisted this attack.

With a thunderous explosion,

The ground beneath his feet fiercely collapsed, and even the solid ground cracked open many crevices in an instant, the air waves burst out from those gaps.

The shattered rocks were caught up in it, charging towards Yan Ling, but the man noticed that Yan Ling had not dodged, letting those rocks with fierce momentum smash directly onto his body.

The young man’s expression turned calm.

With both hands holding the saber, he gently moved it downwards, the blade being clamped by the two Broken Blades, then like a fish, it suddenly swept upwards.

The man in black’s expression drastically changed, his head tilted back, and then he felt his chest clothes being directly cut open, a slight chill at his throat, his heart trembled, and an immense strength suddenly surged within his arms, pushing Yan Ling away.

He retreated sharply several meters backward, raising his hand to feel it, noticing the stabbing pain, stained with blood all over his hand.

Fear surfaced in his eyes.

Is this constable, a madman?

He looked at Yan Ling, his teeth clenched; he had dealings with officials before, yet had never seen someone as mad, bold, and fierce as this young man.

During their brief exchanges, every move was dangerous; the constable targeted his vitals every time.

In his attacks, he left no retreat for either of them.

So fierce, indeed no less than the villains in Jianghu.

The young man now was slightly disheveled, standing straight with the Handheld Horizontal Saber slantingly held.

Bright red blood slid down the blade, dropping to the ground.

His aura was terrifying.

He looked at the man opposite him, whose will to fight had mostly vanished, showing an intention to leave, his face regained its usual sternness, his eyes locking on the man, and he lightly said:

"According to the "Great Qin Penal Code", plotting rebellion, subversion, and chaos."

"Among the three greatest sins, anyone from the White Tiger Hall."

"Should be killed, without pardon."

As he spoke, his aura grew, and Yan Ling’s wrist slightly moved, the horizontal saber trembled, emitting a prolonged low chant.

PS: Today’s chapter combined into one, nearly six thousand words...

Thanks to Fa Hai Lei Yin for the generous reward, and also to Ji Wan, sorry for misspelling your name yesterday...