Chapter 423 - 201: With the Wind into the Night
At this thought, he spun around. His hands remained clasped as a Dharma Aspect of a thunder god, crackling with lightning, materialized behind him.
He then thrust his fists forward, and the Dharma Aspect simultaneously mirrored the action, its own fists aimed at the ground.
VMMMMMM!!!
Lightning coursed in all directions. This was originally a technique from the Celestial Intent Four Symbols Technique: Thunder God's Fury.
Fang Shuwen had deconstructed the technique, integrating it into the Sea-Shaking Divine Fist's Breaking Sea and Overturning Clouds.
RUMBLE!
The ground trembled slightly. A surging Fist Force, wreathed in endless lightning, instantly kicked up a monstrous wave.
Unblockable, unavoidable, unescapable!
A series of THUDS rang out ceaselessly. One after another, figures were struck by the lightning-wreathed Fist Force. They were sent flying, convulsing uncontrollably and spitting up blood, clearly not long for this world.
That single punch instantly cleared the area before him. Arcs of lightning scattered like wild snakes, adding to the unbridled display.
Fang Shuwen's footwork shifted, and he suddenly appeared before one of the men.
The man jumped in fright, clearly not expecting Fang Shuwen's speed to be so incredible.
He tapped his foot, preparing to retreat.
But Fang Shuwen's hand shot out, seizing him by the throat and yanking him right out of the rain. For an instant, the man's figure seemed to fade.
It was as if he had vanished into thin air.
In reality, however, Fang Shuwen could still feel his grip on the man.
'It dawned on him then. The Night Rain Tower's Body Technique must incorporate some kind of illusion.'
'The rain certainly enhanced their Body Technique to some degree. More importantly, using the Rain Curtain to execute it created a mix of feints and real attacks, making it hard to distinguish truth from illusion.'
'It was perfect for confusing an opponent, preventing them from gauging one's true capabilities.'
'This would make them overcommit and throw them into chaos.'
For a true master, however, such a trick was worthless once seen through.
Fang Shuwen applied a bit of pressure. With a sickening CRACK, the man's neck snapped.
He casually tossed the corpse aside, spun, and brought down another sudden punch.
Sea-Shaking Divine Fist—Hammer Sea Shocking Heaven!
A massive fist phantom manifested within the Rain Curtain, its presence all the more solid and heavy.
Terrifying Inner Strength merged with the fist's momentum, sealing off the area. For a moment, the very space seemed to become extremely viscous.
No matter how profound one's Body Technique, it would be difficult to execute it here.
One man managed to move a single step with all his might, but how could he possibly escape the range of Hammer Sea Shocking Heaven?
More than ten people were viciously smashed by that one punch.
Twisted limbs, freely flowing blood, and a large crater smashed into the ground by the force of the punch—the scene was instantly laid bare before everyone's eyes.
Suddenly, someone cried out in alarm:
"Why aren't they poisoned yet?"
'Fang Shuwen heard this and knew his earlier guess was correct.'
'The blood mist these men created by slitting their own wrists was definitely some kind of nefarious trick.'
'Fortunately, he had given Miao Feichan and Fang Dabao Antitoxic Pills ahead of time. Otherwise, even if he himself was fine, the two of them would have been in trouble.'
'Besides, the Antitoxic Pill could prevent poison if taken beforehand, and cure any poison if taken after being afflicted.'
'So even if there had been a problem, the impact wouldn't have been too great. It would have just delayed things, allowing these men to die a little more slowly.'
His feet moved like lightning and gales of wind. As his figure weaved through the enemies, the sounds of THUD, THUD, THUD echoed repeatedly.
One figure after another collapsed, adding a splash of crimson to the rain.
Even with their considerable skills, the men of Night Rain Tower couldn't help but feel a sliver of fear as they watched Fang Shuwen, who seemed like a veritable Killing God on earth.
He spread his arms, unleashing Twin Golden Lotus. Palms struck left and right as Piercing Void Palm Power descended. Two figures, still in mid-air, were struck dead, their bodies plummeting from the sky.
He then struck out with both hands. The immense Palm Power stirred the Rain Curtain, and under the influence of Fang Shuwen's Inner Strength, the very raindrops became imbued with formidable power.
Combined with Anger Burning Heaven, it riddled the bodies of the Night Rain Tower Assassins before him with holes.
The holes, each the size of a raindrop, were densely packed all over their bodies—a gruesome, unbearable sight.
Just then, a figure suddenly broke free from the crowd, a subtle light flashing in his eyes.
He seemed to have spotted a flaw in Fang Shuwen's defense. A dark longsword thrust silently toward Fang Shuwen's right armpit.
His Swordsmanship was not truly soundless; rather, it moved with the wind. The blade didn't break the air, but instead merged with its sound, as if there were no wind at all. It was more like a gentle rain seeping in, completely natural.
This was one of Night Rain Tower's secret, silent killing arts: With the Wind into the Night!
He chose the armpit... because it was the most difficult position to defend.
With just a touch of the sword's tip, formless Sword Qi would pierce through, and his opponent's arm would be completely crippled.
The attacker was very confident, not just in his Swordsmanship, but also in his keen eye.
And in fact, the sword did find its mark.
But just as the Swordsman's Sword Qi began to surge, the resonant chime of a great bell echoed through the heavens.
A translucent phantom of an ancient bell appeared on the surface of Fang Shuwen's body, instantly transforming into the Formless Sound Gang. As a wave of Buddhist Thunder Sound pulsed outward, the Swordsman felt the longsword in his hand suddenly betray him.
The blade abruptly reversed direction and swept across his throat.
It all sounds complicated, but in reality, it happened in a flash. Before Fang Shuwen had even withdrawn his hand, he turned his head and glanced at the man.
For some reason, that single glance stung the Swordsman's heart.
There was neither surprise nor alarm in Fang Shuwen's eyes.
Only a placid calm, as if he hadn't even registered the man's appearance as an event of any consequence.
'But no one could face that last strike and not take it seriously... For him to be so indifferent, there was only one possibility.'