Chapter 367 - 182: Brother Fang Will Avenge You
Chapter 367: Chapter 182: Brother Fang Will Avenge You
Not only was this person’s Body Technique bizarre, but his attacks were also exceptionally cunning. The Martial Arts he used were of his own unique school, which he called the Celestial Peak Thirteen Wonders. It was a style of both palm and fist, yet neither palm nor fist; it was erratic, unpredictable, and strangely difficult to defend against.
Only Jiangshi Niang, the Master of the Heartless Order, had a sudden glint in her eyes. While everyone else was attacking Fang Shuwen, her figure flickered, and she made a beeline for Long Qingzhi.
Fang Shuwen glanced back at Long Qingzhi. The moment their eyes met, he instantly understood her meaning.
He paid it no mind, letting Jiangshi Niang go and court her own death.
At the same time, he took a step back, then swung his right arm out in a horizontal punch.
The punch seemed casual, but it was aimed directly at Ouyang Ming, the Manor Master of Celestial Lake Manor.
Ouyang Ming had been thrusting with his sword. After Fang Shuwen stepped aside, the punch was perfectly placed along the man’s unavoidable path. For a moment, it seemed less like Fang Shuwen was punching him and more like Ouyang Ming was slamming his own head into Fang Shuwen’s fist.
How could this possibly end well for him?
Ouyang Ming was utterly terrified, but his forward momentum was unstoppable. He only had time to cry out:
"No—"
It was followed by a wet SPLAT.
A head was instantly smashed to a pulp by the punch.
Meanwhile, Jiang Wushu’s Palm Technique reached Fang Shuwen’s back, only for Fang Shuwen to pivot on his heel, his form vanishing like a soap bubble.
In a flash of movement like lightning, Jiang Wushu instinctively turned his head, only to feel a grip tighten on his shoulder. The Inner Strength he had painstakingly cultivated for a lifetime began to pour out of him as if through an open floodgate, vanishing completely in the blink of an eye.
Only the attack from Li Wuxin, the Celestial Peak Strange Guest, struck empty air. With a shift of his feet, he hastily retreated from the fray, his gaze immediately darting toward Jiangshi Niang.
He saw Jiangshi Niang engaged in a fight with a Swordsman.
Li Wuxin didn’t recognize Zhao Ziying, but seeing him covered in blood and clearly heavily wounded, he knew the man was no match for Jiangshi Niang.
’As long as Jiangshi Niang can capture Long Qingzhi, Fang Shuwen will be forced to hold back.’
Just as he thought this and was about to turn back to find Fang Shuwen, he heard a piercing whistle. When he whipped his head around, a figure was already right before him.
He raised both hands and slapped out fiercely.
However, even as his technique landed solidly, his entire body was violently rocked.
The figure carried a tremendous force, like a collapsing mountain. PFFT! Li Wuxin spat a mouthful of blood as the figure’s momentum drove him backward, forcing him to retreat step after step for thirty or fifty feet before he finally came to a stop.
Not by choice... but because his back had hit a wall.
The force from the figure was still pressing down, and Li Wuxin could hear the sickening CRACK of the bones in his arms, unable to bear the strain.
He couldn’t help but look toward Jiangshi Niang again, but what he saw terrified him to his very core.
He saw Jiangshi Niang throw the Swordsman aside and charge straight for Long Qingzhi.
But at that exact moment, a whirlwind seemed to erupt from between Long Qingzhi’s eyebrows. A massive palm shadow materialized and, with the irresistible force of a landslide, boomed toward Jiangshi Niang’s own palm strike.
PFFT!!
Jiangshi Niang was sent flying backward like a rag doll, crashing heavily onto the ground. She landed, by sheer coincidence, right at Fang Shuwen’s feet.
Without so much as a glance, Fang Shuwen casually kicked out.
With a dull THUD, a human head was kicked into the air.
A pitiable end for the Master of the Heartless Order. She was a stunning beauty with extraordinary Martial Arts, yet she was no match for the technique Fang Shuwen had left between Long Qingzhi’s eyebrows. As for her beauty... Fang Shuwen hadn’t even bothered to look.
A chill ran through Li Wuxin’s entire body. He couldn’t stop himself from shouting:
"Sword Master Geng... what are you still waiting for!?"
Just a short while ago, all of them had pledged their allegiance to Sword Master Geng.
But now, as he watched his comrades die one after another, Sword Master Geng remained stubbornly motionless.
Li Wuxin was already being crushed by the figure before him, his meridians shattered and bones splintering. Now, overcome with desperate rage, he violently spat out another mouthful of blood.
It was only then that he recognized the figure in front of him. It was Jiang Wushu.
After Fang Shuwen had grabbed his shoulder, he had killed him with a single palm strike and then casually tossed the body at him.
And that casual toss was something he was utterly powerless to resist!
’What kind of monster is this man?’
Regardless of what Li Wuxin was thinking, Sword Master Geng felt he was in an impossible situation himself.
Who could have predicted that four of them, working together, would die so quickly?
It had been mere moments since the four of them charged out, and already three were dead...
Sword Master Geng didn’t dare underestimate Fang Shuwen. His original plan was to let the others probe his capabilities.
But whether it was the Red Dust Demon Monk, Jue Xiang, or Jiang Wushu and the others, they couldn’t get a read on him at all.
To be honest, at this moment, even Sword Master Geng felt the urge to flee.
But he didn’t dare...
A few days ago, Ye Wufeng had brought back a woman in black clothes. Every bone in her body had been broken, and her Martial Arts had been crippled.
That woman told Ye Wufeng that Fang Shuwen had declared he would walk, step by step, to the Sword God Palace and beat Ye Wufeng to death with his bare fists right inside its walls.
Such audacious words had made even Ye Wufeng’s Sword Qi grow agitated.
That was why he had dispatched Sword Master Geng to the Celestial Martial Grand Assembly, to stop Fang Shuwen in his tracks here and now.
But looking at the situation now, he feared he wouldn’t be able to stop Fang Shuwen’s advance.
What was worse, if he fled without even fighting, he would fail the mission Ye Wufeng had given him. That, too, meant death...
For a moment, Sword Master Geng was well and truly caught between a rock and a hard place.
However, Fang Shuwen seemed to have noticed his predicament.
Instead of finishing off Li Wuxin, he turned and began walking toward Sword Master Geng.
Sword Master Geng’s expression changed. He knew there was no more room for retreat.
He immediately gritted his teeth, placed one hand on his sword’s hilt, and prepared to draw.
But at that instant, his vision blurred, and Fang Shuwen vanished.
He froze for a second, his sword stopping after being drawn only three inches from its sheath.
As he was about to search for his opponent, he felt a grip tighten on his wrist. With a CLICK, the sword that was three inches out of its scabbard was pushed back in.
His expression changed drastically. He knew it was Fang Shuwen, preventing him from drawing his blade. He immediately began to channel his Inner Strength, trying to force the sword out, while simultaneously twisting his head to look... only to see a fist already right in front of his face.
"AHHHH!!!!"
Sword Master Geng roared, and Sword Qi suddenly erupted from his entire body in an attempt to blast Fang Shuwen away.
In an instant, the bluestone-paved ground was covered in a crisscrossing web of sword marks. The stones beneath his feet began to CRACKLE, unable to withstand the instantaneous burst of his power.
And yet, the sword in his hand refused to budge even half an inch from its scabbard.
But the fist had already smashed viciously into his head.
BOOM!!!
The punch knocked Sword Master Geng’s body horizontal, and the terrifying force behind it continued, hammering him straight into the ground.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!!
Three more consecutive punches followed, each one making the entire Xu Family Manor tremble.
Sword Master Geng’s head was driven into a massive crater. His twitching feet finally stilled.
Fang Shuwen slowly straightened up, flicking the blood from his hand.
"One..."
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