Why do I have so many masters?-Chapter 541 - 184 Murder Plot, Bait - Who’s The Target? (5400 words, 2-in-1)

"I want to go out!"

"Let me out!"

"It's my turn, you surnamed Ying! Let me out!"

Hong Luoyu yelled out loud, suspended in mid-air.

The scholar in the green shirt had a face as cold as the ice in the twelfth lunar month.

Wu Changqing, however, just smiled without saying a word, as if he didn't care about whether he could get out or not.

Among the seven great sects of the Jianghu, Medicine King Valley's specialty was not battle but stood mediocre in both offense and defense among the grand martial arts institutions of the Jianghu, with Inner Strength that couldn't compare to that of Shaolin Wudang or Mysterious Sect, distinguishing itself only with unrivaled medical poison techniques.

Although Wu Changqing possessed profound Inner Strength, he wasn't a martial artist known for direct confrontations.

The masked man outside holding the Jue Que also practiced exceptionally fierce External Cultivation. His strength was formidable, though the peculiarities of that sword were unknown.

But since it was known as one of the ten famous swords, even if it wasn't a Divine Weapon, it must have been not far off.

If it came to a direct fight, with Wu Changqing's martial arts, it would probably take more than thirty exchanges to claim that man's life.

If that Jue Que truly was a Divine Weapon with extraordinary powers, it might take even more time.

However, if Wu Changqing had a moment to prepare, it would only take ten moves.

Given half a day's notice, Wu Changqing wouldn't need to act at all. The man wielding the Divine Weapon, powerful enough to barely qualify as a Defending General of the Great Qin, wouldn't make it ten steps before bleeding from all seven orifices and dying on the spot.

But now, obviously, there was no time to prepare.

The Ancient Taoist watched the situation outside and narrowed his eyes. At that moment, Wang Anfeng and Gong Yu, fighting together, could barely maintain a stalemate. The Sword Master of Jue Que specialized in overpowering sword momentum which, although formidable, did not greatly burden their movement techniques, leaving him unable to impact the two for the time being.

One attacked while the other defended, fighting fiercely and impressively.

But the murderous intent was genuine.

The Taoist laughed while watching, then leisurely said:

"It looks like there's more than one sword in play outside..."

The scholar in the green shirt indifferently said:

"A single sword won't do him in."

"Since they're waiting here and have even deployed the Jue Que Sword, they must be planning to accomplish everything in one strike. There must be others lying in ambush. At the very least, there would be one assassin. That wouldn't be stupid. If that person is cautious and has thought things through, there should be another group in place. If they find themselves lacking in strength, then they would attack, catching their target off guard to kill. If the situation is unfavorable, they would withdraw and wait for another day."

The Ancient Taoist, smiling, looked at him and said warmly:

"Who knew you were so knowledgeable, sir."

The scholar in the green shirt sipped his tea, his expression detached:

"It's merely a matter of familiarity."

Wu Changqing stroked his beard, eyeing the battle scene displayed in the illusion, and turning to the monk beside him, asked:

"Grandmaster Yuan Ci, what do you think of that man's External Cultivation?"

Yuan Ci withdrew his gaze, chanted a Buddhist invocation, and said gravely:

"He's only a step away from reaching the Arhat Rank."

Hong Luoyu kept yelling loudly on the side. The Ancient Taoist seemed slightly impatient but still wore a smile, extending a finger to point at himself and suggested gently:

"Otherwise, shall I go out?"

Hong Luoyu fell silent abruptly.

"The senior up on Qingfeng Edge earlier has already noticed me, so why don't I go? It would also help conceal the Thunder Vigor that the youngster just revealed."

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Hong Luoyu's expression stiffened as he looked at the smiling Taoist, gritting his teeth but then calming down, he took a shallow breath and said:

"There's no need."

"The crazed youngster used Thunder Vigor Boxing, and your specialty is Thunder Vigor Sword Technique, they're not the same. Moreover, if we talk about the origin of martial arts, the youngster's movement technique shares the same lineage as mine, easy to identify, wouldn't that be even more straightforward? Besides, that senior is clearly not associated with these fellows. Letting her know that there's more than one grandmaster behind the youngster could also bolster her influence."

The Ancient Taoist opened his half-shut eyes slightly, as if seeing Hong Luoyu for the first time and finally remembering that the often eccentric man before him was also the world's number one thief. He nodded slowly and said:

"You make a good point."

"How about this, since we disagree, let's decide like common children playing rock-paper-scissors? What do you think?"

Wu Changqing paused briefly, and Yuan Ci stopped chanting.

Hong Luoyu's face tensed up, a vein throbbing slightly on his forehead.

The Taoist, however, extended his fair hand, his face a picture of heartfelt sincerity.

"Come on, let's go out together."

"You scruffy Taoist..."

Wang Anfeng raised his hand and used a move derived from "Red Dragon Shake Scales Armor" in the "Poyue Spear Manual" to completely deflect the brute force from the edge of the Jue Que Sword. His comparatively thinner blade closely followed the thicker Jue Que, cutting diagonally against the sword-wielder's palm at an oblique angle.

Gong Yu appeared beside the man in a flash.

The air around her sword stirred with swirling frost and snow.

Raising her hand, she thrust the sword mercilessly, aiming straight for the man's temple.

The Sword Master of Jue Que's face was concealed behind a very thick Iron Armor mask, preventing Wang Anfeng from discerning any change in his expression. However, the look in his eyes briefly flared with intensity. His left fist clenched and he violently raised it, smashing it toward the edge of Gong Yu's Sword.

A curious look flashed in Wang Anfeng's eyes as he suddenly stepped forward, abandoning his sword. He tossed the Broad Sword into the air, his fists transforming into palms, striking repeatedly and rapidly into the chest and abdomen of the Sword Master of Jue Que. Then, in that split second, he delivered a mighty punch.

A flash of lightning burst forth.

Visible electric bolts furiously surged across the Sword Master of Jue Que's body. This was all of Wang Anfeng's Thunder Vigor, finely controlled in a way unimaginable to ordinary martial artists, instantly stimulating over a dozen acupoints on the man's body.

The Sword Master of Jue Que, unable to stop himself, stiffened slightly. But his deep External Cultivation instinctively allowed him to block his palm in front of the blade, preventing Gong Yu's full-powered thrust from piercing into his vital point.