"Sky above, earth below, disciple before the altar bows thrice and summons!"
The bandit abandoned his blade and chanted a curse, steam rising from the top of his head, his speech so fast it was astounding, his strange movements causing Fang Zheng to freeze in place.
What kind of trickery is this?
Though he was bewildered by what he saw, he was not about to let the opponent continue. With a heart full of murderous intent, he raised his sword and rushed towards the last one.
"First invocation: Divine Fist to crush demons, wave a hand to face a million soldiers!"
"Second invocation: Golden Armor upon Dharma Body, charge and fight with undying spirit!"
"Third invocation: Lotus Platform Envoy descends to the world, purges evil and upholds righteous soul!"
The few words seemed like many, yet they were spat out from the bandit's mouth in the blink of an eye, sounding like a garbled curse if not listened to carefully.
"Hey!"
The bandit's swiftly stomping right foot suddenly halted, his eyes wide open as he shouted:
"Divine Weapons and Divine Generals, hurry as commanded, hurry as commanded!"
With the sound of his voice.
The bandit's eyes suddenly narrowed.
The previously fearsome and angry eyes instantly turned icy, harboring endless killing intent, devoid of any trace of human emotions.
Just like...
A killing machine!
Suddenly, he seemed transformed into another person.
Simultaneously, Fang Zheng swung his sword down.
The sword blade was inches away, and the opponent hadn't even attempted to evade, seemingly unable to avoid it.
No matter what tricks the opponent played, Fang Zheng was confident he could slice them into pieces with one stroke!
"Shwip!"
The bandit's waist twisted, his body suddenly shifted to the side, extending his arms like an eagle soaring, slipping past the edge of Fang Zheng's sword.
He managed to evade the sword's edge at the crucial moment.
Fang Zheng's heart sank, transitioning his downward slash into a horizontal sweep.
"Whoosh..."
The bandit's feet seemed glued to the ground, his lower body unmoving, while his upper body abruptly bent backward, sweeping past the horizontal sword blade in a half-circle.
What's this?
Fang Zheng's eyes contracted.
Tai Chi Divine Skill, Bird Does Not Fly!
When Guo Ziran was explaining the Five Elements Fist, he also talked about other boxing routines, including the Yang Clan's Tai Chi Bird Does Not Fly.
It is said that only top Tai Chi experts can perform it, requiring great balance and control of the body.
And now...
It appeared in an ordinary bandit!
The bandit who had dodged the long sword ignored Fang Zheng's astonishment, approaching him expressionlessly with a sway, launching his fists continuously, hammering at the crucial point of Fang Zheng's chest.
The punches were like hammers, the force like a drum beat, with the slapping sleeves echoing the strike of the strong wind.
The force was powerful, rivaling the Xingyi Beng Fist.
"Bang!"
Fang Zheng's chest was blocked, forcing him to retreat.
The bandit was not well off either; hammering with flesh and blood against the alloy without restraint, his hands instantly split open, blood and flesh blurred.
However, at this moment, he seemed numb to pain, his face showing no change, taking the chance to close in and hold Fang Zheng's waist and ribs.
Twisting throw!
"Bang!"
Fang Zheng was caught off guard, the weight of his body along with the armor over two hundred pounds slammed heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.
The bandit took the chance to entwine his feet, clamping an arm, exerting force to twist it, attempting to break it.
Joint technique!
"Ah!"
Fang Zheng cried out in pain, the blow dazing him, while a surge of inexplicable emotion rushed to his head, his inner Qi and blood suddenly welling up.
Ferocity arose sharply.
"Damn!"
"Get up!"
With an angry roar, his eyes were bloodshot, flipping over, and single-handedly lifted the bandit, viciously smashing him against the nearby wall.
"Die!"
"Bang!"
The sheer force made the wall tremble, the bandit groaning from the blow, blood trickling from his mouth, ripples appearing in his previously calm eyes.
Under the helmet, Fang Zheng's hair was disheveled, eyes red, swinging his sword directly at his own arm, as if he'd sacrifice it just to kill the opponent.
Such brutal savageness forced the bandit to change his body technique, rolling through Fang Zheng's legs.
This man now, not only is his boxing fierce, but his body technique is incredibly meticulous, like a slippery eel circling the armored Fang Zheng.
Occasionally attacking with a move, though not causing much damage, he managed to obstruct his offense.
"Escape?"
"Hide!"
"Is that all you know?"
"Ah!"
Fang Zheng roared furiously, swinging the long sword in his hand wildly, while suddenly grabbing a nearby Eight Immortals Table and forcefully smashing it towards the bandit performing a body technique.
The Eight Immortals Table occupied a wide area, and the room was narrow, even a good body technique could only avoid a frontal hit, it was impossible to avoid completely.
"Bang!"
The table board shattered.
Long evasion leads to failure, and the bandit who couldn't dodge was also knocked to the ground.
"Cough, cough!"
The violent impact made him cough up blood, his spirits sagging, and his whole being retreated from that bizarre state he was in just moments before.
Before he could regain his senses, a long sword had already fallen.
"Splat!"
The sharp blade sliced open the throat, leaving a trail of steaming blood, and as the corpse's convulsions ceased, the scene fell into silence.
"Huff... Huff..."
Fang Zheng held the long sword, gasping desperately, his throat seemed to be on fire, looking at the scene in front of him, he found it difficult to regain his composure for a moment.
Did I kill someone?
Killed three in one breath!
"Clap... Clap..."
Just then, a clear applause rang from outside the door.
"Brilliant!"
"Brilliant!"
"To break the Divine Summoning Technique with sheer courage, even though your strength isn't substantial, your momentum in facing adversity is truly remarkable."
Fang Zheng turned around upon hearing the voice.
At some unknown time, a figure had appeared at his outer door.
The newcomer was dressed in a black outfit, his long hair tied at the back of his head, carrying a bulging package, he watched with great interest.
Gripping the long sword, Fang Zheng cautiously spoke:
"Who are you?"
"A passer-by."
"You're not one of the Cyan Wolf Gang?"
"Of course not." The black-clothed man chuckled at the words and pointed to his forehead:
"To avoid injuring companions, the Cyan Wolf Bandits who sneak into town tonight all wear white scarves, easy to identify, you see, I'm not wearing any."
Upon hearing this, Fang Zheng, though half-skeptical, couldn't help but relax.
"Friend." The black-clothed man scrutinized Fang Zheng from top to bottom and said:
"Your armor is nice, where is it from?"
"..." Fang Zheng tightened his grip and slowly said:
"That's none of your business, is it?"
"It's none now." The black-clothed man nodded, then said:
"But it may matter in the future, if a buyer asks about the armor's origin, I can't sell it for a good price if I don't know a thing."
"Sell?" Fang Zheng's expression changed:
"What do you mean?"
"Just that." The black-clothed man grinned, carefully placed the package from himself aside, then extended one hand:
"Hand over the armor, and I'll spare your life!"
"You're going to rob me?"
"Otherwise?"
The black-clothed man rolled his eyes with a laugh again:
"Today truly is my lucky day, thinking I already had a good haul after visiting the Qian Family amidst the Cyan Wolf Gang's turmoil, only to find such a treasure in this remote place!"
Eyeing Fang Zheng's armor, the black-clothed man was radiant:
"Such treasure armor, surely worth a fortune, but wasted on someone who's not even a martial artist. I am fortunate to have encountered it."
"Looks like you're not willing to give it up."
"Remember!"
He slightly raised his head and said:
"The one killing you today is me, Xu Cong the Sky-Flipping Kite, don't get it wrong in the afterlife!"
As the sound fell,
he lunged at Fang Zheng.
With one at the outer door and one at the main room door, they were ten meters apart, and he closed the distance between Fang Zheng's face within two flickers.
The speed was astonishing!
In modern society, the top sprinters can cover ten meters in a second, yet this man exceeds that speed.
Sprinters make preparation moves, but the next second the black-clothed man was stationary and then suddenly pounced.
Swift as a leopard!
Nimble as a falcon!
No wonder they call him the Sky-Flipping Kite!
Qi Blood First Transformation!
Perhaps even a second transformation!
Even with both transformations, he is still mortal flesh, catching a sword and he'd be dead!
Fang Zheng clenched his teeth, not dodging or avoiding, he swung his sword forcefully.