The court lackeys of the eight-hour workday

Chapter 312 Psychosis

Cao Hanyan remained expressionless, raised her hand and clashed her blade with the longsword, then pulled the opponent's force away with a horizontal movement, twisting the hilt of her blade to strike the opponent's sword and knocking him back.

"what?"

The man exclaimed in surprise.

"Excellent swordsmanship! And who are you?"

The layman sees the spectacle, the expert sees the technique. Cao Hanyan's skill, though seemingly unremarkable, is characterized by its fluid movements, steady power, and solid internal energy, displaying the demeanor of a master.

As the first person forcibly taken under Li Miao's command, how could Cao Hanyan be as ordinary as he appeared on the surface? To put it simply, he is the same type of person as the genius who created the "Horizontal and Vertical Fist"—step by step, each step solid and unwavering.

This kind of person may progress more slowly, achieve fame later, and not be capable of the feat of defeating superiors. But once they beat you, you'll never get it back.

Of course, this person had no real intention of confronting Cao Hanyan. Seeing that he did not reply, he sheathed his sword and flashed behind Shu Qingyi.

Bang!
The sword hilt struck the back of Shu Qingyi's head, and his vision went black as he immediately lost consciousness.

At this moment, the men who had been chasing Shu Qingyi also arrived and shouted from a distance.

"Friend, did you capture that thief for my Kongming Sect? Thank you!"

As they spoke, they arrived at the border. The three of them dismounted and walked over, talking as they went.

“This villain has committed many evils. It took our Kongming Sect a lot of effort to lure him out. More than a dozen of us brothers ambushed and injured him, and then chased him for dozens of miles before finally forcing him to come here. It was truly not easy.”

"Currently, only the three of us have followed. I will send my commander shortly, who will personally thank you!"

You can tell he's a seasoned veteran just by the way he opens his mouth.

This speech not only revealed his own hardships and put the other party on the moral high ground, but also indicated that his own team was about to arrive. He remained polite and respectful, never humiliating the other party, making it a very appropriate response.

The Kongming Sect held absolute power in the martial arts world of Guangxin Prefecture. After speaking, the man was quite smug, thinking that the other party would definitely give him face, and reached out to take the man away.

But then a loud "snap" was heard, and the man simply raised his sword sheath and swept away the outstretched arm! He didn't give him any face at all!

He even sneered.

"Evil traitors deserve to be killed by everyone. Why should we distinguish between first and last? Your sect is a prestigious sect, so why are you trying to steal credit right away?"

"These thieves' heads can be exchanged for real gold and silver by the Embroidered Uniform Guard. You think you can just take them away with a few words?"

The three men's expressions immediately turned hostile.

"Sir, is this a lack of respect?"

The man sneered.

"What's the value of face? What's the value of your thanks?"

"How about I thank you in return, and you give me your heads?"

That's the end of the matter. This person had no intention of arguing or reasoning with us; it was clear they weren't going to give us any face.

In the world of martial arts, if you don't give someone face, they'll resort to violence.

With a clang, weapons were drawn, and the three disciples of the Kongming Sect surrounded the man. The leader said in a deep voice.

"In that case, please state your name. If we accidentally hurt you later, we can bring you some medicine in the future, so that people in the martial arts world won't say that our Kongming Sect is unscrupulous."

"Easy to say."

The moment the man drew his sword and revealed its blade, the three members of the Kongming Sect were stunned.

What the man drew was less a sword and more a jet-black iron ruler. It was perfectly straight, without a single undulation, lacking any spine, edge, or tip; it was simply a rectangle, yet it seemed as if moonlight flowed across it like water.

He naturally twirled his sword and announced his name.

"A wandering swordsman, 'Wu Feng', Gao Anyu."

"If you see me again, remember to take a detour!"

Before the words were even finished, a shrill whistle rang out!
The black iron bar emitted a mournful sword cry once more!

Bang!
Metal fragments shot out in all directions. In an instant, the weapon in the hand of the leading disciple of the Kongming Sect was shattered by Gao Anyu's single blow! His tiger's mouth was split open, and blood immediately gushed out!
The other two attacked Gao Anyu's shoulders and lower body, but he let out a cold laugh. The iron ruler swirled in the air, actually "coiling" all the shattered weapon fragments into the sword flowers, and suddenly swung it towards the faces of the two men! The two men's expressions changed, and they dodged away.

shhhhh--

Metal fragments, like raindrops, pierced the ground and disappeared.

Gao Anyu swiftly sheathed his "sword".

The leading disciple, his face dark, tore off a piece of his robe to cover his hand, and glared at Gao Anyu through gritted teeth.

Although the opponent only made one move, he had already shown top-level strength. Moreover, his strange weapon was also very bizarre. Even if the masters from his sect came later, they might not be able to get the better of him.

Moreover, Gao Anyu had held back. If he had gone any further down that foot after smashing the weapon, Gao Anyu would have been dead, his brains splattered.

"well!"

"Your skill is superb! Since we are inferior in skill, we will accept your head!"

"Let's go!"

This man was no ordinary person; he knew that since he couldn't win, uttering more harsh words would only humiliate him. He memorized Gao Anyu's face, then, with his two junior brothers, turned and rode away.

From the time Shu Qingyi escaped until now, when everything has settled down, it's only been the time it takes to drink a cup of tea.

Once the three had completely disappeared from sight, Gao Anyu slowly turned around and greeted Cao Hanyan with a smile.

"Brother, please excuse my poor attempt."

"I was in a hurry just now and offended you. Please forgive me."

His actions left Cao Hanyan completely bewildered, wondering what kind of person he was.
Putting aside martial arts skills and weapons, he drew his sword at the slightest provocation when he saw me, showed no respect to the disciples of major sects, and then smiled apologetically at me after the fight.

In less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, he changed his attitude three times.

Turning your back so quickly, are you a dog?

But Cao Hanyan was not Li Miao after all. He was an upright and easy-going person, and he couldn't bring himself to say these words, so he just smiled and accepted the other party's bow.

"Brother Gao, is that right?"

"My name is Cao Hanyan."

He was just being polite, but Gao Anyu took advantage of the situation and immediately tried to grab Cao Hanyan's hand.

"Oh, Brother Cao, we feel like old friends at first sight, we feel like old friends at first sight."

"Your swordsmanship just now was truly excellent, both fast and steady. You immediately detected the uniqueness of my weapon and disrupted my strength. It was fantastic! In all my years of wandering the martial world, your swordsmanship is the most pleasing to the eye! There's not a single fancy trick in it, just pure hard work!"

"It is my great honor to meet Brother Cao today!"

After saying that, Gao Anyu reached into his robes as if to take something out, but found nothing. He then patted his waist and clicked his tongue. Looking around, he saw Shu Qingyi still unconscious on the ground and his face lit up with joy.

He stepped forward, picked her up, and shoved her into Cao Hanyan's arms.

"I didn't bring anything with me when I came, and I didn't know I would get to know Brother Cao."

"This guy is cunning. Although he's not as satisfying to kill as a master, he's still quite enjoyable—I'll give him to Brother Cao as a small gift!"

Cao Hanyan had a vague sense of unease and reached out to take Shu Qingyi's hand.

Then Gao Anyu said excitedly.

"Brother Cao, now that you've accepted my gift, we're friends!"

"Since we're friends, can you do me a favor—fight me!"

"I beg you!"

Cao Hanyan looked at Gao Anyu's excited eyes and suddenly realized.

This person is mentally ill.

(End of this chapter)