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Chapter 85 Shaolin? Come on, send someone out!
There are no peaceful days in the martial arts world without decades of fighting. Everyone who walks the martial arts world has blood debts to pay and deserves to die.
Therefore, no matter how gentle and kind a martial arts practitioner may seem, once they start fighting, they are like evil ghosts from hell, ferocious and ruthless.
fear death?
If you're afraid of dying, you shouldn't be in the martial arts world!
The three men surrounded Wei Wu, some holding weapons, others raising their palms, but none of them showed any intention of making the first move.
Martial arts duels are not like staged performances; they don't involve a back-and-forth battle that lasts for days and nights.
They are all human beings. As long as they are human, they will die if their vital points are hit, their necks are cut, or their hearts are pierced!
Therefore, the difference between masters often lies in a single thought.
So nobody's in a hurry.
Everyone was waiting for Wei Wu's weakness.
But Wei Wu was completely vulnerable at this moment, standing casually in the mud puddle, even having the leisure to roll up his sleeve—the sleeve that seemed to be full of throwing knives!
Without the Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife, how could Wei Wu win?
The thought flashed through everyone's mind.
Including Simon Rou!
So he made the first move.
Snapped!
The whip tip swept through the air, exploding into a cloud of steam.
The jet-black whip shadow, imbued with a skillful force, wasn't particularly powerful, but the human body isn't made of fine iron. If this whip were to land, it would easily break bones and tendons in an ordinary person.
Wei Wu stood loosely, and one of his hands moved extremely slowly, especially his five fingers, which seemed to be cast in metal and shimmered with silver light in the gradually easing wind and rain.
"This is……"
Lu Fengxian wanted to move, but when he caught sight of Wei Wu's fingers, his hand, which was hidden behind his back, trembled. His body suddenly froze in place, like a wooden stake that had been hammered into the ground, standing there dumbfounded.
Seeing Wei Wu's "soft" attack, Ximen Rou dared not be negligent in the slightest and immediately whipped his whip like a python, trying to take the initiative.
However, Wei Wu's eyes were sharp as knives, like two cold blades piercing Ximen Rou's body. Ximen Rou felt as if all her clothes had been stripped off at this moment, as if she were standing naked in front of people, with her body inside and out being spied on. Her whole body involuntarily stiffened.
Just then!
Wei Wu's lightly flicked hand suddenly accelerated, and he moved with lightning speed, instantly closing the distance to within three steps of Ximen Rou!
The whip is long, but it's too late!
Ximen Rou felt an overwhelming force pressing down on his chest, making it hard to breathe. It was as if an iron fist was pounding on his nose, making it impossible for him to breathe.
But it's not just the tip of the nose.
In an instant, Ximen Rou was hit by a barrage of punches that was no less intense than the previous downpour!
A series of crackling sounds, like a hundred firecrackers exploding.
When the sound subsided, Ximen Rou collapsed limply to the ground, not a single bone in his body intact, like his soft whip, slumped into the mud.
"Excellent boxing skills!"
A sound of praise rang out from behind Wei Wu.
Along with it arrived, a dazzling flash of light.
Hurry!
The knife is swift!
The black blade is like ink adorning a judge's pen; with a single stroke, it marks a name in the Book of Life and Death, severing a person's life from death.
Wei Wu took a deep breath, his true energy surged, and the raincoat exploded, the woven straw raincoat scattered like a tangled mess. The soft straw raincoat transformed into powerful whip shadows, continuously lashing at the descending dark blade light.
Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!
The black blade was incredibly sharp, cutting down countless stalks of straw, but the straw was as dense as a rain curtain, ultimately blocking the black blade.
It was as if the judge had withdrawn his pen, and even the King of Hell had to avoid his sharp edge.
Bai Tianyu took three steps back, then lightly tapped his toes, like a lone wild goose flapping its wings, and immediately widened the distance.
But just as he was about to move, he saw Wei Wu turn around!
Wei Wu turned around and grabbed at the scattered straw raincoat. As if recognizing its master, he used his true energy to absorb it into his palm. With a clench and a squeeze, the raincoat became a whip.
"Snapped!"
The whip flashed across the sky, like a raging python.
"Well done!" Several whip shadows came straight at him. Instead of being angry, Bai Tianyu was delighted. He suddenly changed the direction of his force and rushed over with a long roar.
The black knife is held in a reverse grip, with the back of the blade against the forearm.
The figure moved swiftly, each step landing precisely to avoid the whip's shadow, as if it had been rehearsed with Wei Wu long ago.
Until Wei Wu was five steps away.
Swoosh—
The black blade flashed like a thread; a single thread separated life and death.
The whip's shadow solidified like a cocoon, blocking any path forward, leaving only the way ahead.
puff-
A sound as light as a tattered cloth bag rang out.
The cocoons formed by the straw raincoat bloomed like petals scattered across the sky, falling in a flurry with the wind and rain.
Wei Wu stands holding a knife in one hand.
Bai Tianyu lay on the ground, letting the cold wind and rain beat down on him, coughing up blood: "Good, good whip technique! Good external training!"
His Bai family divine blade was faster than a blur, dodging the layers of whip shadows, but it couldn't pierce Wei Wu's skin!
Such a powerful training technique is simply unheard of!
Wei Wu flicked his finger across the black blade, producing a melodious ringing sound. He laughed and said, "Your blade is not bad either."
"It's...it's yours..." Bai Tianyu said, his eyes wide open, letting the rain fall on him without closing them.
"Let me see your swordsmanship."
His gaze fell on Lü Fengxian.
Lu Fengxian suddenly shuddered, waking up from his daze. He felt a chill run through his body, as if all his bones had been removed.
In the brief moment he was distracted, two of his most renowned masters were killed and seriously injured, both on the verge of death. Was he next to be killed?
The people of the martial arts world fear not death, but living a life of utter disgrace and ruin.
So Lü Fengxian had no choice but to grit his teeth and take out his left hand, tucking his thumb and little finger in, leaving only three fingers sticking out, three fingers as hard as metal.
Upon seeing this, those with some skill in the martial arts world suddenly realized what was happening—
Wei Wu used Lü Fengxian's "hand" to break Ximen Rou's whip, and then used Ximen Rou's "whip" to disarm Bai Tianyu's knife. Now he wants to use Bai Tianyu's knife to kill Lü Fengxian.
Excitement!
An unprecedented excitement filled their bodies; a scorching light shone in their eyes. This domineering and confident approach made their breathing rapid, and they whispered, "Awesome! Awesome!"
"kill!"
"Kill Lü Fengxian!"
The crowd cheered and shouted, as if they had witnessed the birth of a new legend in the martial arts world.
But to everyone's surprise...
The black knife was not aimed at Lü Fengxian, but at Shaolin.
The atmosphere among the crowd grew increasingly lively.
Lu Fengxian trembled uncontrollably—not from fear, but from anger.
"What do you take me for?!"
He roared and charged forward.
He was immediately slapped by Wei Wu, who grabbed three of his fingers.
Lü Fengxian's pupils contracted sharply, and the word "no" was barely squeezed out of her mouth.
Gaba!
His three fingers, which looked like they were cast from refined iron, were ripped off his hand!
"ah!!!"
Lu Bu's eyes were like they had drunk blood. He screamed and fell to his knees. His anger caused his bones to break again. He sobbed in the wind and rain, his white clothes filthy and disheveled like a beggar.
Wei Wu didn't even turn his head; his black sword was still pointed in the direction of the Shaolin Temple group, and he said:
"Shaolin?"
"Come on, send someone out."