Chapter 391 - 250: Liu Lang, Don’t Make Waves
Chapter 391: Chapter 250: Liu Lang, Don’t Make Waves
Dozens, even hundreds, of fine threads erupted from the arms of several straw men. They shot past the Wooden Men and coiled toward Liu Lang.
The ceaseless whistling of them tearing through the air filled his ears.
Just as Liu Lang was about to sever the threads, a foul stench suddenly assaulted his nostrils.
’Not good,’ he thought, his body flashing backward in a sudden retreat.
As he passed Ge Muxiao, he didn’t hesitate to kick him flying to block the attack.
"You!?"
Ge Muxiao had no time to curse. A look of terror spread across his face as he watched the hair-thin threads rush toward him.
"No, Brother, you, you..."
But Lv Jiunan’s cold gaze remained fixed on Liu Lang, showing no intention of stopping.
In the blink of an eye, the threads pierced through Ge Muxiao’s body.
The terror on Ge Muxiao’s face froze. He stared blankly at Lv Jiunan.
"Brother..."
Before the word left his lips, his body was torn to pieces, collapsing in a heap on the ground. The rain washed his blood across the alley, staining it red.
Not only that, but wisps of black smoke began to rise from the chunks of flesh.
They dissolved into a pool of pus at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Liu Lang glanced over and couldn’t help but curse, "Dammit! You even kill your own men. Are you even human?"
Cursing was one thing, but he didn’t dare slow his feet for a second.
If the threads were merely sharp, he could have handled them with his Swordsmanship.
But that Black Magic Master from Poshisu Country had coated them with something lethal.
The potency of the poison was clear from Ge Muxiao’s fate.
Lv Jiunan, however, was unmoved. His clasped hands flicked rapidly, sending the threads spiraling toward Liu Lang with even greater speed.
"You cost my Peacock Banner a Golden Lion. Your life will serve as repayment!"
Liu Lang slashed out with his Blade, deflecting the nearest threads. "He clearly died at your hands," he grumbled.
As he spoke, he scanned his surroundings, searching for a way to deal with Lv Jiunan.
But this Heiyu Lane offered no advantageous terrain, nor was there anyone who dared to step forward and help him.
Even though many Wandering Martial Artists who fancied themselves quite strong were watching nearby, their own Cultivation levels kept them from daring to make a move against Lv Jiunan.
’Boss, if you don’t get here soon, I... I’ll have to run for it.’
Liu Lang knew he was no match for Lv Jiunan, but he was confident he could escape.
Still, he was unwilling to accept it.
Leaving like this would be too humiliating.
He hadn’t even managed to land a single strike on Lv Jiunan, yet he was already tied down by those Wooden Men and straw men. It was a disgrace to his title, "Sword Madman."
Lv Jiunan saw through his intentions and said coldly, "The Sword Madman? You’re nothing special."
"Are you waiting for that Liu Wu to arrive?"
"Don’t bother. Just tell me where he is."
"After I kill you, I’ll go find him myself."
Liu Lang grinned, his words sharp. "Tell you where my boss is, so you can run off and get yourself killed?"
He was indeed no match for Lv Jiunan.
But he didn’t believe for a second that Lv Jiunan would be a match for Chen Yi.
After all, besides his Martial Arts, Chen Yi was also a Medical Saint Hand.
Even an Elder from the Five Poison Sect couldn’t kill him, so what chance did this second-rate Black Magic from Poshisu Country stand in the Jianghu of the Wei Dynasty?
"Hmph!"
Lv Jiunan snorted coldly. "Then you can die first!"
In truth, he was in a greater hurry than Liu Lang.
He wasn’t one of the Jianghu People of the Wei Dynasty; he was a horse bandit from Poshisu Country.
Fighting here was inherently risky. It could attract the attention of the City Guard Army, the Imprisonment Department, and even those so-called righteous Jianghu People from the Prefecture City.
Moreover, he was involved with the likes of Liu Hong and Lin Huai’an. If he were exposed, it would ruin the cooperation between the Peacock Banner and their partners in Shu State.
That was a consequence he was desperate to avoid.
With that thought, Lv Jiunan surged forward, bringing the straw men at his side with him.
He and the Wooden Men, along with the deadly threads, charged at Liu Lang.
For a moment, a ceaseless cacophony of whistling and roaring filled the air, reducing the already dilapidated Heiyu Lane to rubble.
The Wandering Martial Artists hiding and watching from nearby didn’t hesitate to retreat further.
"Isn’t that the ’Sword Madman’?"
"I heard he went with Elder Black Tooth to the three military towns a while back. I can’t believe he’s still alive."
"Maybe he’s the one who betrayed Bright Moon Building. Otherwise, with Black Tooth’s caution, how could he have fallen for Xiao Jinghong’s ambush?"
"Whether Liu Lang broke the rules or not is irrelevant. His opponent right now is from Poshisu Country."
"If we just stand here and watch, we’ll become a laughingstock."
"So what? Didn’t you see?"
"Even Liu Lang is no match for that Black Magic Master. What good would a bunch of stragglers like us be?"
"Well..."
As the crowd murmured amongst themselves, a horse-drawn carriage appeared in the distance.
The carriage didn’t proceed far, however, stopping at the entrance to Heiyu Lane.
The driver kept his head low, his face obscured, but one could see he was old and gaunt.
Inside the carriage, Zhao Shichang, who had just departed, watched the distant battle with a slightly gloomy expression.
"Young Master, that’s the ’Sword Madman,’ Liu Lang."
Liu Taoyao, who was beside him, let out a soft "oh." "Last night, didn’t that Spearman, Liu Wu, say he and Liu Lang were inseparable friends?"
"That is correct."
"If possible, tell Lv Jiunan to spare his life."
Zhao Shichang looked troubled. "Young Master, I’m afraid that’s not wise."
"Lv Jiunan and Liu Lang are fighting openly. Regardless of the outcome, it will attract attention."
"If you were to show yourself now, I fear..."
Liu Taoyao understood his meaning. He thought for a moment, then shook his head. "Then let it be."
He watched the distant flashes of steel and sighed in admiration.
"The people of the Jianghu, with their powerful Martial Arts Cultivation... it’s truly something to be envied."
Liu Taoyao was a scholar whose experience with Martial Arts was limited to physical fitness. Seeing the display put on by Liu Lang and Lv Jiunan, he was naturally filled with envy.