The court lackeys of the eight-hour workday

Chapter 38 Disastrous Failure
When the sword was thrust out, Zuo Lishan already understood - his heart was in turmoil.

"How is Daizong" is the most powerful sword move in Taishan swordsmanship, but it is not a preemptive move, but a follow-up sword move.

He couldn't believe that the sword was easily broken by Li Miao. He didn't want to, and didn't dare to believe it.

Emotions overwhelmed his mind, causing him to thrust the sword once more, as if to prove something. To prove that he, Zuo Lishan, was not a frog in a well, or a self-righteous joke.

collapse--

The sword tip broke again, and this time Li Miao threw the broken sword back with his backhand.

whoosh-

The thin piece of iron scratched Zuo Lishan's cheek, a few strands of hair fell off, and a trace of blood flowed on his face.

Thump, thump, thump—

Zuo Lishan stepped back quickly, wiped his face with his hand, put his hand in front of him, and looked at the scarlet blood on his palm.

After a while, he said hoarsely: "Sir, who is it?"

Li Miao spread his hands and said, "Master Zuo, you have asked this question three times today."

"You can't be that Si Shi Qian Hu!"

Zuo Lishan stared at Li Miao's face: "Thirty-five years old, he is only thirty-five years old!"

"I have been practicing martial arts since I was young. I have a solid foundation, talent, and understanding. I ask myself if there are few people in the world who can compare with me! I practice hard every day without slacking off for a single day! I have only reached my current level at the age of 38!"

"How can you be only thirty-five!"

"Yes, yes, the face never ages, and the sight of God never decays!"

"I didn't expect that there was an old monster like you hiding in the Jinyiwei!" Zuo Lishan suddenly realized something and came to his own conclusion.

The more successful a person is in his or her field, the more difficult it is for him or her to accept things that are beyond his or her knowledge.

A person's character is determined by his experiences. It was Zuo Lishan's maneuvers in the first half of his life that laid the foundation for his domineering, fierce, and conceited swordsmanship. He was unwilling and unable to accept that someone younger than him had achieved a realm that he might not be able to reach in this lifetime.

Once he accepted this fact, the state of mind that supported his swordsmanship would also collapse. At the very least, he would go astray and his inner strength would regress, or at worst, his self-created swordsmanship would lose its artistic conception and return to its original form, becoming the original Taishan swordsmanship.

By then, he, who is at the top level, will be demoted to the first-rate level.

"I thought your sword skills were so powerful and your character should be strong, but I didn't expect it to be just a castle in the air." Li Miao said.

"Don't believe it if you don't want to. What you should be thinking about now is not who I am."

"But how should you survive today?"

After saying that, Li Miao stood up and walked towards Zuo Lishan.

"Master!" Fei Junxuan shouted, and pointed his fingers into a sword, pointing towards Li Miao.

Swish!
Before he could get close, he was forced back by Mei Qinghe's sword. Blood gushed out of his arm and it fell limply.

"Master!" Fei Junxuan gritted his teeth, covered the wound, and shouted again.

Zuo Lishan suddenly reacted - yes, now is not the time to think about anything.

The question now is how to survive from this man.

I can't run away. If I turn around, my entire vest will be exposed in front of this person, and I will die even faster!

Zuo Lishan is not a rookie, he has seen life and death before! He knows what to do!

Fighting in the martial arts world, seeking survival from death, living towards death!

With his mind made up, Zuo Lishan immediately cleared away all distracting thoughts, raised the broken sword in his hand, and slashed at Li Miao!
This sword, real and fake, contains countless hidden tricks.

Li Miao laughed: "That's right."

After saying that, he still reached out to grab the sword, but missed.

Zuo Lishan changed his move with the broken sword, slashing around Li Miao's palm, and suddenly moved downwards, slashing towards Li Miao's lower body.

Li Miao turned sideways and blocked the sword with his forearm, which cut his clothes but left no mark on his skin.

Martial arts are killing skills, and the throat, genitals, eyes, and back of the head are all weak points that are difficult to train with horizontal martial arts. Attacking the enemy means saving the enemy, and Zuo Lishan called on Li Miao to attack these places with the idea of breaking through the weak points.

In a fight between life and death, no stone is left unturned. Li Miao would not say much, but was just a little dissatisfied.

This dissatisfaction made Zuo Lishan miserable.

Swish!
Li Miao spread his fingers into claws and grabbed towards the back of Zuo Lishan's head at a speed that was difficult to see with the naked eye.

This move is none other than Wang Hai's fundamental martial art "Removing Leaves". If used by Li Miao, if it is caught firmly, the result will be head smashed to pieces and death.

Zuo Lishan crouched down and attacked Li Miao from three directions, with his head lowered, just as he heard the chilling sound of the cold wind hitting the back of his head.

The sword was like a crispy snack in front of Li Miao, which could neither be blocked nor received. At this time, Zuo Lishan had no time to dodge and was in a desperate situation!
In an instant, Zuo Lishan turned his wrist, and the broken sword turned in his hand, with the hilt held at the base of his thumb.

He raised his hand upwards and stabbed towards Li Miao's palm!

But it's the hilt!

No matter how hard the sword is forged, it is still thin and sharp. However, Taishan swordsmanship is based on the concept of grandeur and uprightness, and the long sword is required to be heavy and stable.

Therefore, the hilt of Fei Junxuan's sword is a piece of forged pig iron!

You have mastered the art of horizontal training to such an extreme that you can break a sword with your bare hands! Then I will use this iron hilt to block your palm!

Come and see if you can do it again!
Mei Qinghe sighed softly and Li Miao smiled.

Without changing his moves, Li Miao was stabbed in the palm of his hand by the hilt of the sword, and his five fingers formed claws and gripped the hilt.

squeak-

With a sharp sound, Li Miao's fingertips pierced deeply into the cast iron hilt, and then twisted it.

quack!

The hilt of the sword broke!

Zuo Lishan dropped his sword and rolled over, his right hand trembling and blood flowing. When he raised it again, only three fingers were left.

He thrust out with the hilt of the sword in hand. The hilt itself was only a few inches long. Li Miao's claw "pinched" his thumb, index finger and the base of his palm together with the hilt.

clang--

Li Miao threw the deformed iron block to the ground. The flesh and blood had already merged with the raw iron.

Zuo Lishan's right hand was disabled.

There was no expression on Zuo Lishan's face. With his trembling crippled right hand, he picked up the sword that was broken by Li Miao at the beginning and handed it to his left hand.

They combined forces again and attacked Li Miao!
The sword in his left hand pierced Li Miao's throat!
Li Miao grabbed the sword tip with his right hand and crushed it.

At this moment, Zuo Lishan raised his broken right hand, put three fingers together, and stabbed Li Miao's eyes.

Li Miao grabbed Zuo Lishan's right hand with his left hand and squeezed it hard.

He broke Zuo Lishan's right hand at the wrist!
Zuo Lishan had a blank expression on his face, and swung his right arm, with only a bare wrist, towards Li Miao's face!
Swish!
A streak of blood flew towards Li Miao's face.

Li Miao raised his sleeves to block the blood that was flying towards his face.

After a while, Li Miao put down his arms and there was nothing in front of him.

There were spots of blood on the ground, extending towards the door.

Zuo Lishan, at the cost of his own dominant hand, cut off his tail to save his life and finally escaped.

(End of this chapter)