Why do I have so many masters?-Chapter 743 - 47 Only I Can... (2/2) (3100)

Chapter 743 -47 Only I Can… (2/2) (3100)

Wei Jinping excelled in the hard kung fu of punches and kicks, which was best displayed in narrow spaces. Although the walls could not withstand his blows, if he could restrain the so-called righteous folk opposite, inhibiting their prowess even slightly, it would suffice.

Though taken by surprise and at a disadvantage, his combat will remained undiminished. With a roar, his punches and kicks surged with Gang Qi like thunder. Suddenly, there was a loud crash behind him as Wu Qiong fell straight from the sky and attacked the old man who had been thrown to the ground.

All things cry out when they are not equal.

Enraged, Wu Qiong unleashed the vast Qi of the Confucian Sect, causing the skies to swirl dramatically with each of his powerful strikes resembling the unending flow of a mighty river. Even though his opponent was a seasoned Fifth Rank Master, he struggled under such a ferocious onslaught, barely managing to hold on.

Behind him, three Hidden Guards of the Xiahou Family formed an array, assisting him together.

Wei Jinping, sensing changes in the Qi around him, felt the progress of the battle. Not one to hold an open heart, he was now even more resentful.

His plan was to take initiative, restrain the not yet fully powered Wu Qiong, and the shadowy elder, inferior to him but a solid Middle Third Rank Martial Artist, would have no issue capturing Jiang Lan, who wasn’t known for his martial arts.

Among the three Hidden Guards of the Xiahou Family was Xiahou Xuan’s personal bodyguard, who had seen Jiang Lan several times. With him present, they could also be prepared for any other tricks Jiang Lan might have up his sleeve.

It was supposed to be a sure thing!

Just then, the Whip Lock smashed down. Wei Jinping crossed his arms to shield his front, fingers slightly open, ready to grab the whip. But the whip flexibly swerved around his defenses and struck him hard on the back, shredding his clothes and leaving a shocking, deep, bloody gash.

Sikou Tingfeng appeared to be a delicate lady from Jiangnan, yet her strength was formidable. With one lash, she sent Wei Jinping staggering forward a couple of steps.

The pain and the smell of blood only served to excite his fighting spirit. Stabilizing his stance, he tore off his torn garments to reveal a muscular body covered in scars. With a tiger’s roar, he charged at Sikou Tingfeng, determined to close the distance even at the cost of injury.

Meanwhile, suddenly, a person fell silently from the rooftop, diving straight for Xue Qinshuang with a dagger in hand that slashed like a spirit snake towards the delicate neck of the young lady, aiming to kill with his first strike.

Xue Qinshuang seemingly inadvertently stepped forward, narrowly avoiding the attack.

Raising her elbow, she hammered down with Wind and Thunder Vigorous Qi aimed at the assailant’s face. If this blow landed, even a common Sixth Rank Martial Artist would suffer heavy injuries, yet in mid-air, the attacker shifted shapes repeatedly, blocking with the dagger, and upon landing, he stepped forward lightly and instantly vanished from sight.

The inn’s shopkeeper, huddled under a table like a fat pig, watched in astonishment.

His vision was good, and he recognized that the perpetrator was none other than the errand boy from the iced tea shop at the end of the street. The boy had grown up before his eyes, known for his mild manner and often bullied because of it.

How could he possess such terrifying movement technique and martial arts?!

In an instant, a resounding clanging exploded, accompanied by sparks flying in all directions.

Xue Qinshuang raised her hand, blocking the incoming dagger with just the Wrist Guard beneath her sleeve.

The young-looking errand boy then revealed himself, but in the blink of an eye, he once again faded into obscurity, leaving many martial artists clutching their weapons but unable to see their foe.

Li Qidao took a sip of wine and glanced to his right.

Wang Anfeng’s eyes were cast down, hiding his Divine Charm.

The next moment, the attacker did indeed strike from the right side. Wang Anfeng struggled to keep up with the rapid assault; other martial artists saw nothing, only sparks continually bursting forth in the inn.

Tian Zhide watched Xue Qinshuang, calm and composed amidst the unseen yet intense fight, and shook with trepidation, dumbfounded.

The intervention of Sikou Tingfeng against Wei Jinping had already shaken him deeply, and now witnessing Xue Qinshuang’s demeanor, he realized she was another well-concealed master.

He blinked in confusion, instinctively turning to look at Wang Anfeng beside him.

Could it be…

As he turned back, he found Wang Anfeng evidently frightened, stumbling backward, which reassured him of the normalcy he expected from people. If just anyone could be a rare martial arts master in Jianghu, he felt he might faint on the spot.

Most of his attention was on the terrifying fight where Xue Qinshuang was involved, and he missed Wang Anfeng stumbling two steps and crashing directly into Wei Jinping, who had been previously unable to approach Sikou Tingfeng by even half a step.

Wei Jinping, who had advanced to the Fifth Rank Realm with his original Seventeen Stances Striking Hand, could comprehend divine messages through his fists and feet, possessing perception even superior to that of a Fourth Rank Martial Artist for anything within close proximity.

Immediately aware of Wang Anfeng’s approach, his battle-hardened instincts kicked in. He decided to use this bumbling servant as a shield to launch an attack, forcing Sikou Tingfeng to hesitate.

He reached out his hand to cover all the major acupoints around the servant, not expecting the man to collapse in fear, instead leaning against Wei Jinping’s arm, absorbing little of the force.

Wei Jinping frowned, ready to make a move to capture the man who appeared to be an ordinary servant. However, his wrist suddenly pained him, and looking down, he saw the man, who seemed flustered and weak-kneed but in reality was coiled tight like a ferocious tiger, heavy as a mountain, with his right hand to one side and his left palm pressing on his own pulse.

Wei Jinping was both shocked and enraged.

Immediately, he saw the young man smile at him, a simple and honest expression on his face, eyes clear and bright. In the next moment, vigorous and powerful Pure Yang Internal Force burst from the pulse of his right wrist, flowing backward against its natural course into Wei Jinping’s meridians, splitting into sixteen strands, and in an instant, blocked the flow in one of his arms.

Then, taking advantage of his instinctive motion to swing his arm, he staggered back and sat down on the ground with an honest look on his face.

Wei Jinping stepped back, crushing a brick underfoot, his right arm trembling nonstop.

Looking down, he saw his meridians twisted, like black snakes coiling around, taking over most of his arm, a frightful sight. Biting his teeth in frustration, he recognized this as the Medical Family’s deadly technique of cutting off one’s pulse. If he had been more vigilant and covered his body with Gang Qi, he would not have fallen for it.

But he never imagined that this seemingly simple servant could possess such an astonishing skill. Now that the meridians in his arm were thoroughly severed by Inner Qi, unless a Master from the Medical Family intervened, he could forget about recovering within three to five months.

Even after recovering, he feared there would likely be lingering damages. His powerful External Cultivation, at most, would perform at seventy to eighty percent, and to expect it to be as in its heyday would be nothing but a fool’s dream, utterly impossible.

His heart boiling with rage, the sound of his companions grunting came from outside. The dark and old man was evidently at a considerable disadvantage against the enraged Wu Qiong. As much as he longed to kill in his fury, Wei Jinping knew that if he didn’t find a way out, he might very well die here.

He stood defensively, his eyes surreptitiously assessing the situation. The servant in front of him was of an uncertain depth, and his arm continued to tremble in pain, reminding Wei Jinping of the danger. Besides, the servant stood too close to Sikou Tingfeng, making an attack on either likely to result in being surrounded and attacked.

His gaze unconsciously shifted toward Xue Qinshuang, who no longer seemed unflustered while handling the young man with the dagger. If they combined their strength to inflict heavy damage on him and draw attention, they might then rush out side by side with a chance to live.

His mind raced, but these thoughts occurred in just an instant. After twenty years of life and death struggles in Jianghu, if Wei Jinping lacked decisiveness, he would have long fallen in some perilous situation. With a roar, his face instantly flushed red as if igniting an oil lamp, his blood boiled as he spurred his Qi Mechanism to surge, climbing up a realm in an instant, albeit briefly, to the level of a Fourth Rank Grandmaster.

He stepped forward, initially charging towards Sikou Tingfeng with overwhelming momentum. The latter instinctively retreated to avoid clashing head-on, unwilling to engage in a tough fight. Seizing this brief opportunity, Wei Jinping abruptly reversed direction, racing towards Xue Qinshuang. All martial artists in his path were knocked aside, tumbling to the ground, even a mere brush resulting in broken bones and ligaments.

With a roar, he spread his right hand, seizing the moment Xue Qinshuang dodged the dagger, when her Qi Mechanism was at its peak but not yet rebounded, and grabbed towards the young girl’s pale neck. His fingers, thick as radishes, stirred up a Gang Qi sharp enough to rival any Famous Sword, and he bellowed,

“Join forces with me, and let’s fight our way out!”

Wang Anfeng’s pupils contracted, the fingers of his hidden hand behind his back came together, but he was no longer using the Copper Coin hidden weapons as before. An immense Qi Mechanism in his body stirred hundreds of Zhou Tian instantly, summoning lightning, and condensed a Sword Gang to send off the troops and solve the problem.

Xue Qinshuang frowned, her attention consumed by the young man with the astonishingly quick movement technique. She hadn’t anticipated Wei Jinping could be so decisive, and in a hasty situation, could only concentrate her Qi Mechanism to form a wall, bracing herself for the hit that was bound to cause her blood to churn and, at the very least, leave her lightly injured.

But at that moment, the youth who had been attempting to assassinate Xue Qinshuang with ruthless swordsplay drifted past. The dagger in his right hand was retracted, and a dusty Short Sword appeared in his left hand – if one could call it a Short Sword, as it was just slightly longer than the dagger.

The Short Sword was thrust forward in an instant, stirring a shimmering light.

A thought risen was the difference between life and death.

This sword was extremely swift and fierce, preempting the rise and fall of that life-and-death thought.

The sword edge pierced obliquely into Wei Jinping’s eye socket, the Sword Light stirring wildly. Not sparing to burn his blood in a secret method to fuel the Qi Mechanism, Wei Jinping, who had briefly claimed the lofty station of a Fourth Rank Grandmaster, couldn’t utter half a word before his life force was snuffed out, falling heavily to the ground.

The youth appeared, pulling out the Short Sword, clearly disgusted by the blood on the blade. He wiped it on Wei Jinping’s body. Despite his irritation, he seemed gentle and delicate, with a stifled smile, cursing in a soft and mellow Jiangnan Road accent,

“What do you count for, daring to come and kill?”

“The only one in this world who can kill her is me.”

Raising his head, his appearance changed, the young man’s visage turning into that of a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy, much like Wang Anfeng’s age. He then smiled and said,

“Isn’t that right…”

“Sister.”

“You violated the ancestral teachings, departed from our ancestral land, and rashly got involved in the Jiangnan Road Jianghu affairs, making many enemies. According to our family’s ancestral teachings, whoever kills you and takes your sword can replace you.”

“You’ve always been accommodating to your younger brother. Could this last time possibly be an exception for me?”

“In the future, I’ll always remember the good you did for me, sister.”

PS: Today’s second update… three thousand one hundred words