Chapter 433 - 204: I Need to Ask You Something
Chapter 433: Chapter 204: I Need to Ask You Something
Miao Feichan gazed at Fang Shuwen, feeling a sense of admiration for him for the first time.
This scheme by the Night Rain Tower was a dizzying mix of truth and deception, making it hard to tell what was real.
’Even with all my experience in the Jianghu, I failed to see through the scheme. Yet Fang Shuwen saw it all as clear as day.’
’His perceptiveness and composure are far superior to my own, despite my being a veteran of the Jianghu.’
’Compared to him, I feel like a reckless greenhorn, one who’s been manipulated because of my own kindness.’
’What an utter mess...’
Just as the thought crossed her mind, Fang Shuwen gently patted her shoulder.
"Don’t overthink it. There’s nothing wrong with having a kind heart."
"The ones who exploit the kindness of others are the real bastards who deserve to die."
Miao Feichan looked up at Fang Shuwen. Seeing the sincerity in his eyes, she suddenly felt her heart skip a beat.
A strange flutter of panic washed over her.
Fortunately, Fang Shuwen had already looked away from her.
He hadn’t noticed her momentary loss of composure.
Fang Shuwen’s gaze, however, had already shifted to the members of the Night Rain Tower.
"RUN!!!"
The man posing as ’Chen Zhong’ suddenly barked out a command.
While Fang Shuwen had been explaining things to Miao Feichan, it wasn’t that they didn’t want to run.
But Fang Shuwen’s aura had them all locked down. Whoever dared to move would be the first to die.
As a result, not one of them had dared to make a move.
The moment Fang Shuwen finished speaking and turned his head, the aura enveloping the men developed a slight fissure.
WHOOSH! Of the six Night Rain Tower assassins present, including ’Chen Zhong’, five of them sprang into the air.
Only ’Chen Zhong’, already injured by Fang Shuwen, did not flee. Instead, he charged toward him.
With a flick of his wrist, he seemed to throw something.
But under the Rain Curtain, it was impossible to see anything clearly.
This was ’Rain-Listening Needles,’ a Hidden Weapon unique to the Night Rain Tower. The needles used the force of the rain to become nearly invisible. They were incredibly fast and left no trace as they cut through the water—a truly formidable weapon.
Of course, ’Chen Zhong’ didn’t believe the ’Rain-Listening Needles’ alone could harm Fang Shuwen. So, with a shift in his Body Technique, he vanished into the Rain Curtain...
Fang Shuwen didn’t even look at him, simply striking out with his left palm.
Simultaneously, he clenched his right fist and threw a sudden punch toward one of the five men in the air.
The left-handed palm strike wasn’t a specific move from the Great Black Heaven God Palm, but it was infused with the technique’s Palm Power. With Fang Shuwen’s current mastery of Martial Arts, any casual move he made was a masterstroke.
Innovating on existing forms or breaking free from their constraints entirely were simple matters for him.
As such, ’grasping the intent while discarding the form’ had long since become second nature to him.
As the Palm Power shot out, the ’Rain-Listening Needles’ bore the brunt of the attack. The instant they met, the needles rang out with a series of TINGS and were sent flying straight back.
Propelled by the Palm Power, a series of squelching sounds followed—the noise of the needles piercing flesh.
At the same time, the Palm Power struck his body.
The figure of ’Chen Zhong’, who had just vanished into the rain, was blasted back into the open by Fang Shuwen’s palm strike.
Fang Shuwen had adjusted the force of this blow. ’Chen Zhong’ violently spewed a mouthful of blood and collapsed like a sack of broken rags. After hitting the ground, he tumbled and stumbled until he came to rest at the base of a wall, unable to move.
Meanwhile, the punch from Fang Shuwen’s right hand was the Eight-direction Burst from the Sea-Shaking Divine Fist!
This fist was a technique that ’used a point to affect an area,’ not one that ’used a point to shatter a surface.’
The fist’s power condensed into a single point and instantly struck the man in the center of the group.
Before the man could even utter a word, his body was blown to smithereens.
Simultaneously, a wave of Fist Force erupted, sweeping through the air.
It blasted out in all eight directions, causing the Rain Curtain itself to ripple outward.
The other four men were all caught in the blast wave of the Fist Force.
The aftershock, while powerful, was nowhere near as ferocious as the direct impact.
But Fang Shuwen’s intention wasn’t to kill them—it was to make them stay.
With a series of THUDS, the figures plummeted from mid-air.
Before one of them even hit the ground, his vision blurred. He knew instantly that Fang Shuwen was upon him. Without even enough time to right himself, he drew his longsword.
His sword should have been unstoppable.
Yet now, his strike was clumsy and erratic.
Fang Shuwen grabbed the blade. When the Swordsman refused to let go, Fang Shuwen simply pulled him along with it, then swung him around and slammed him violently into the ground.
A dull BOOM echoed.
The impact smashed a crater into the ground. Fang Shuwen’s brow twitched.
"Let go."
It wasn’t that he desperately needed the sword, but since he’d failed to pull it free on the first try, now he felt he had to.
Blood streamed from the Swordsman’s mouth and nose, but he refused to let go.
Fang Shuwen planted a foot on the man’s armpit. No longer gripping the blade, he grabbed the Swordsman’s wrist and yanked.
The Swordsman let out an inhuman shriek as his entire arm—skin, bone, and all—was ripped clean off.
Before today, his desire to kill the members of Night Rain Tower had been for the sake of Dragon Abyss. He wouldn’t have cared if he didn’t kill them all, as long as they knew to back off.
But now, knowing that they had slaughtered an entire village to achieve their goals—just like the Celestial Eagle Alliance—Fang Shuwen’s resolve to wipe them out had become unshakable.
Even if they wanted to back off now, they would have to get Fang Shuwen’s permission first.
At that moment, the other three men landed.
Seeing the Swordsman’s gruesome state, they exchanged a glance. They knew there was no escape today.
They immediately abandoned all hope and drew their respective weapons.
One man wielded a saber. With a sweep of his Horizontal Saber, the dense Rain Curtain seemed to become an extension of his blade.
Another opened an umbrella whose edges glinted with sharp blades. Spinning, it closed in on Fang Shuwen.
The last man’s figure slipped into the Rain Curtain and vanished without a trace.
Fang Shuwen glanced at the arm in his hand. With a casual flick, he swung it upward. He was no expert in Swordsmanship, but empowered by his Inner Strength, this make-shift sword strike shattered the approaching umbrella to pieces.
With a shift of his feet, he dodged the incoming Sword Qi. He then burst through the shattered ribs of the umbrella, shot out a hand, and clamped it directly onto the umbrella-wielder’s head. He squeezed his five fingers, and a CRACK was heard.
The man’s expression changed drastically. He had already achieved some proficiency in the Observing Traces Technique. He had watched with his own two eyes as Fang Shuwen’s hand reached for him. Logically, he should have been able to dodge...
But Fang Shuwen’s speed was far beyond his expectations.
Though the impulse to dodge flashed through his mind, his body couldn’t react in time.
He only felt a pressure on his head as Fang Shuwen’s fingers squeezed slightly.
With a sickening CRUNCH, the man was crushed to death on the spot.
Blood mingled with the falling rain, but Fang Shuwen didn’t pause for even a second. He sidestepped slightly and made a backhanded grab at the empty air.
A twisting, struggling figure immediately materialized within the Rain Curtain.
Fang Shuwen held him aloft.
"I’ve grown tired of this Body Technique of yours."
His gaze shifted. The Swordsman, having failed with his first strike, had now leaped into the air, assuming the stance for a Powerful Slash of Hua Mountain.
He casually tossed the man in his grasp toward him.
The Swordsman’s face paled. If his saber fell, his comrade would surely die. But if he didn’t strike... he would be hit by his comrade’s body.
For a critical moment, he hesitated.
But a battle between masters happens in the span of a lightning flash. Where was the time for him to weigh his options?
In that brief moment of distraction, the two men had already collided.
The sound of CRACKING and SNAPPING bones rang out as the two of them plummeted to the ground.
But before they even hit the ground, a hand had landed on each of their heads.
Dragging one in each hand, Fang Shuwen walked toward the main hall.
"Come on, now. I have some questions for you."