A Core Ship From The Start-Chapter 2231 - 1512: Martial Arts Tournament (Snowflakes Drifting, Northern Wind Howling) (Part 2)
"If it were me, I would have run far away to another place, changed my name, and lived incognito."
"That’s right."
Mr. Sun picked up his teacup, blew on the floating tea leaves, and took a sip.
"Whether he is an associate of the Plum Blossom Thief or not, he killed so many sect members, people will definitely seek revenge on him. If he goes to another state, it might still be difficult. But here in the West State, anyone can find him and kill him. In fact, those people did just that, and... they were killed by that man."
At this point, Mr. Sun let out a long breath.
"From the moment he entered the West State until now, in just a month’s time, those who died by his hands have numbered over a thousand!"
"—————!"
Upon hearing this, the guests present immediately stirred. A thousand deaths is certainly not a small number.
However, that man actually killed over a thousand people within a month?
"How did he do it?"
Braid Girl widened her eyes, looking at the elder.
"Actually, it’s quite simple."
"Simple?"
"Yes, he killed those sect members, and they have masters, disciples, family, and friends who seek revenge. So all he had to do was kill those who came seeking revenge, and naturally, there would be others seeking vengeance for them, and then kill those avengers, which would only lead to more..."
"Isn’t this endless?"
Braid Girl was already dumbfounded.
"Is he really not afraid of death?" 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎
"Hehe, whether he is afraid of death or not, I don’t know. But so far, no one has managed to harm that man even slightly. Rumor has it that he seems to have practiced a very strange martial art, impervious to blades and bullets, unaffected by water, fire, and poisons."
"Grandpa, you’re exaggerating too much."
Braid Girl chuckled lightly.
"That’s not like a human, that’s like a god from the heavens!"
"Whether he’s a god or not, I don’t know, but his skills are real."
Mr. Sun shook his head and tapped his pipe again.
"Diancang 28 Star Constellation Sword Formation, twenty-eight disciples working seamlessly together, it is said that anyone caught in this formation is doomed. Yet, those twenty-eight longswords shattered into pieces upon touching him, the Constellation Sword Formation was broken—without swords, there is no sword formation, and the twenty-eight disciples were all killed."
In the dining room, there was dead silence, only the old man’s voice echoing throughout.
"The Qinghe Gang dominated the Qing River Valley for decades, their hundred warriors devastatingly powerful, even capable of matching the Imperial Army. Yet, in front of him, both men and horses were smashed into pulp, unbearably gruesome."
"........."
"The Indra Sect Leader of Joy Sect was proficient in using poisons, rumored to have a unique technique that could stealthily penetrate poisons into others’ bodies, even if they held their breath or protected themselves, rendering True Qi ineffective. But when his head was smashed to pieces by that man, not a shadow of Indra’s poison was seen."
"......"
"Thunderbolt Sect laid down an ambush to avenge their Vice Sect Leader, throwing hundreds of Thunder Bombs at him as he passed a cliff. This is Thunderbolt Sect’s unique hidden weapon, with even one being enough to shatter rocks, under hundreds of Thunder Bombs, it seemed impossible for a whole body to remain. Yet when he walked out from it, even his clothes weren’t torn in the slightest..."
One by one, the events spilled from Mr. Sun’s lips, and everyone present was as silent as cicadas in winter, not daring to speak. Many of them had personally witnessed the scenes Mr. Sun described, yet hadn’t realized the fights were so terrifying. So many people painstakingly tried to kill one man. But this man not only wasn’t killed by them but instead killed them all.
Is he really human?
"......just like that, he became the public enemy of the West Martial World."
Mr. Sun spoke for a long time and picked up his teacup to sip some tea, moistening his throat.
"It can be said that up until now, throughout the West Martial World, there is no one whose relatives, friends, benefactors, or foes haven’t been killed by him, unless they are not Jianghu people."
"What does he look like?"
"Eight feet tall, a toweringly large man, bald, with a vicious and ferocious face, enough to stop a child’s nighttime cries. He always wears an unusual black outfit, which doesn’t resemble the attire of martial artists, nor of ordinary people. In short, just by seeing him, you can recognize him. Because there is nothing stranger than what he wears in this world."
"What weapon does he use?"
"He doesn’t use weapons."
The elder shook his head.
"He relies solely on his fists, not even wearing gloves, just his bare fists. Yet, they can break through gold and crack stones, no matter how sharp the sword blade, it cannot withstand the power of his punch. That’s why everyone has given him a nickname—Iron Fist Invincible!"
At this point, the elder paused for a moment.
"Iron Fist Invincible Duanmu Huai, that’s his name."
Iron Fist Invincible.
Because he has never lost as he walked down this path, naturally, he is invincible.
Because if he lost, then he would be dead.
But he is still alive, alive and well.
"What exactly does he want to do?"
"No one knows."
"Will others let him go?"
"That’s why we’re here, isn’t it?"
Mr. Sun chuckled, turning his gaze to the window—where in the mountains, an ancient temple stood prominently.
"West Shaolin is hosting a martial arts conference, calling upon those in the martial arts world to gather together and collectively fight against the God of Killing."
"God of Killing?"
"That’s also his moniker. After all, he has killed so many people, regardless of gender, age, or status. Anyone who dares to attack him, even a child, he will ruthlessly crush them. Those who hate him call him the God of Killing. Now, many people have come, Fourth Master Long of the Dragon Roar Manor, high-ranking experts in weaponry, all walks of life, Ten Sects and Eight Schools, the leaders of the great sects have arrived as scheduled..."
Upon hearing this, Braid Girl’s eyes lit up.
"They’ve all come? Then, will he come too?"
"I’ve already arrived."
At that moment, a deep voice rang out, and a towering figure appeared.
He simply walked out from among the crowd, with his enormous build, should have been impossible to overlook, yet in fact, no one sensed his presence before he appeared.
Braid Girl, shocked, widened her eyes, covering her mouth as she stared at the man before her. He was exactly as her grandfather described, eight feet tall, terrifyingly looking, like a prehistoric beast. He wore clothing unlike anyone else, strange, opening from the middle, resembling a long robe made from some kind of animal skin. Like practice garments, tight clothing, and a pair of leather boots. On his chest was something akin to an ornament—a golden Skull Head.
When he stood up, silence fell around him, almost everyone seemed to feel some indescribable aura of terror, shivering in their chairs, immobile. And he simply stepped over to Mr. Sun’s table and placed a piece of silver on it.
"Well said, old man, but I think you could describe my appearance more artistically, at least, I don’t think I’m that fierce."
While speaking, he stroked his chin, then turned to leave.
Seeing this, Braid Girl felt compelled, calling out urgently.
"Please, please wait a moment!"
"Hmm?"
Duanmu Huai turned his head, looking at Braid Girl before him.
"What else is there?"
"I, I want to know, what exactly do you want to do? You’ve already killed so many people... how many more do you have to kill to stop?"
"That’s not up to me, little girl."
Duanmu Huai waved his hand.
"It depends on how many people come to kill me. The more people come for me, the more I kill, you see, it’s that simple."
"But, but...what will ever end this cycle of vengeance?"
"What you said is true."
Faced with Braid Girl’s curious inquiry, Duanmu Huai nodded with a smile.
"I came here to find the answer to that very question."
