Why do I have so many masters?-Chapter 654 - 259 First Move (2/2)

The next moment, a shadow staggered into view, having been directly cleaved by Wang Anfeng.

Shock was evident in the person's eyes; clearly, they had not anticipated that a swordsman at a range prohibiting drawing a sword could unleash such formidable fist strength. They hastily retreated.

Their speed was extreme, already prepared to escape quickly after a failed strike, but after retreating a few yards, they sensed something was amiss and saw that in Wang Anfeng's hand was a very familiar human skin mask, causing their expression to shift.

They touched their face only to feel the warmth of their own skin, and their pupils constricted.

When?

Great Uncle Jian and Elder Lu's expressions utterly changed, drawing weapons defensively.

The figure was actually the same sword-bearing guard they had seen the day before at the Wen Mansion, just disguised with a human skin mask — hence they hadn't recognized him at first. Not expecting Wang Anfeng to snatch away the mask he wore upon retreating had exposed his identity.

Wang Anfeng unclasped his fingers, dropping the skin mask and said indifferently:

"Yuchi, this seems to belong to you."

"When did we provoke the Wen Family?"

Yuchi Jie gawked, not doubting Wang Anfeng's words, and muttered, "How would I know, our Yuchi Family, and yours, have provoked the Wen Family who knows how many times, but why would he go mad, tearing off the façade like this? This is too crazy!"

Wang Anfeng did not respond but simply drew his sword.

Elder Lu had already rushed out, engaging in combat with the masked expert from the Wen Family wielding his long blade, while Wang Anfeng's breathing became steadier, his eyes half-closed. Yuchi Jie intended to speak but kept silent, not wanting to disturb him.

Great Uncle Jian also gripped the Jue Que Sword, shielding Lin Qiaofu and the others, keeping in mind that there were two sword-bearing guards at the Wen Mansion the day before, his thoughts stirred slightly.

Wang Anfeng's eyes suddenly snapped open, his right hand sweeping from within his robes, and with a flick of his wrist, dozens of yellow-orange flashes carrying enough force to split flesh whizzed toward the northwest direction.

Clang clang clang, the hidden weapons were all deflected to the ground, swirling around, turning out to be mere copper coins. The hidden assassin who was lurking to the side revealed themselves, startled.

Great Uncle Jian held his sword with both hands, his eyes slightly widening.

He took three steps forward.

His Jue Que Sword came slashing down, a heavy Sword Qi like a mountainous wave, enveloping the assassin, leaving no chance to escape!

The place that was only meant to witness swordplay abruptly turned into a battlefield.

Yuchi Jie stood slack-jawed, whispering:

"Formidable…"

"My life really is worth quite a bit," Wang Anfeng remarked.

He sidestepped slightly and looked in a certain direction, saying, "I think your life might be worth even more than you think."

Yuchi Jie's mouth twitched slightly.

Wang Anfeng held his sword in his right hand, and with his index finger bent, he tapped lightly on the blade. The longsword hummed softly, its edge pointing in that direction, as he said calmly, "Are you going to keep hiding or do you want me to make the first move?"

Sword Qi filled the air, halting three zhang from the front of the pine forest.

A figure stepped out from amongst the pines.

In his hand was a sword, over four feet long, with its edge pointing to the ground.

The spine of the sword bore ancient seal-script inscriptions.

Lin Qiaofu stepped back, gasping in surprise as she covered her mouth and said,

"Yan Zhi Sword?!"

"This, this is..."

Wang Anfeng's eyes narrowed slightly as he said in a calm voice, "One of the previous generation's ten famous swords."

A famous sword?!

Yuchi Jie opened his mouth, thinking of the chill and absolute danger the name represented. He looked around the beautiful scenery beneath Mount Yufu, only to realize that peril was lurking on all sides. His voice was somewhat hoarse as he said,

"Impossible, are you two mistaken... Which of the ten famous swords is this one?"

Wang Anfeng let out a breath and actually replied with a light laugh,

"Of course, you wouldn't know."

"This sword is from an even earlier generation of the ten famous swords."

The young swordsman holding the sword stood with the sword edge pointed to the ground, gave a slight bow, and said, "Young Master Wang, my master has a message for you."

"Please speak."

"Valiant individual effort alone cannot achieve great things."

Wang Anfeng nodded slowly and said, "Thank him for me."

The smiling young swordsman suggested, "It would be better if Young Master went to speak to my master in person."

He raised the longsword in his hand, the blade pointing at Wang Anfeng, and said,

"The ancient Yan Zhi Sword, Fifth Rank, I ask for your guidance."

No sooner had he finished speaking than he stepped forward without waiting for Wang Anfeng's reply. His sword, like a darting swallow, stabbed at several vital points around Wang Anfeng's body. Wang Anfeng left them with the words take cover and be careful, then drew his sword to meet the attack.

The broadsword he had obtained from Qingfeng Edge was in no way inferior to that ancient sword.

With his Sixth Rank peak inner strength and Golden Bell Shield, he was not the least bit inferior in power to the young man. For a time, he did not fall into a disadvantaged position.

Yuchi Jie and the others had been worried about Wang Anfeng's ability to prevail, but after thirty exchanges, they saw that Wang Anfeng was merely maintaining a no-loss status. However, after another ten, the Yan Zhi Sword's sword master, who must have surpassed Wang Anfeng in terms of internal force martial body, began to gradually fall behind.

Another ten moves...

The Yan Zhi Sword, light as a swallow, aimed a piercing strike at Wang Anfeng's throat. Yuchi Jie widened his eyes, almost exclaiming in shock, but Wang Anfeng retreated half a step in the blink of an eye, and the sword edge swept past his neck.

After the sword edge passed, he immediately closed the distance to within a foot.

His left hand hung naturally in the space between their bodies. Then, in the next moment, it shot up explosively. A single thought was an instant, twenty instants made a flicker, twenty flickers a snap of the fingers, twenty snaps of the fingers a brief moment, and thirty such moments constituted a day.

The martial artist's close-combat punch in an instant was even faster than swordsmanship or qinggong.

A punch, the epitome of fierce power, smashed heavily into the abdomen of the sword master of the Yan Zhi Sword. Before the young man could react, Wang Anfeng immediately pulled back his punch without dispersing the fist strength and, with a calm yet frantic demeanor, smashed out a second, and then a third punch.

The sword master of the Yan Zhi Sword's blood surged wildly; he clenched his teeth, withdrew from the breach, and retreated swiftly.

Wang Anfeng stepped toward the Northwest, setting his feet in the Bagua positions, his body swift as a gusty wind, maintaining a close distance. His left hand, like a fierce storm, pounded crazily on his opponent's half body.

The opponent's qinggong was inferior to Wang Anfeng's.

Therefore, he couldn't shake off Wang Anfeng. At such a close distance, holding the Yan Zhi Sword was like carrying a burden. He knew some superior hand techniques, but at this moment, he seemed like an ordinary person who did not know how to punch or kick, completely unable to fend off attacks.

After taking dozens of consecutive punches, he finally struggled free and turned around to strike with his sword, but Wang Anfeng seemed to have anticipated it, and slightly sidestepped so that the sword merely grazed his cheek.

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The young man holding the Yan Zhi Sword's complexion turned pale as he immediately sought to change his move.

At this moment, Wang Anfeng was facing him sideways, gripping the sword in his right hand, his left arm bent, and his torso already slightly crouched in the preceding instant, like a tiger ready to pounce. His left hand clenched into a fist as Buddha Light appeared in his eyes, almost simultaneously with the strike of the Yan Zhi Sword.

The atmosphere solidified like a mountain.

He uttered a low roar from his throat, and with the support of the Ten Powers of Tathagata's Dharma from the Buddha's Strength Mountain Moving Sutra, Wang Anfeng's right hand holding the sword locked with the exhausted Yan Zhi Sword, dragging the young man towards him.

Wang Anfeng's left elbow, like a siege drill, brutally jabbed the unreacting young man, the muscles under his clothes tense with a burgeoning golden glow.

Using the reverse application of the eight bone-setting methods from the Medicine King Valley's "Medical Orthodox Golden Mirror," his elbow strike contained enough vigorous qi to shatter all the ribs on that side and to pierce into the organs.

As the elbow struck down, a sorrowful keen of the sword followed.

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