The court lackeys of the eight-hour workday

Chapter 509 Damn it!

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Everyone in the room looked towards "Li Xin".

What words is this?

Everyone sensed something was wrong, but no one went to get a weapon.

To put it bluntly, the dozen or so people in this room were just casual acquaintances, and most of them even used false names to avoid being implicated in their respective sects. They knew very little about each other's past deeds or personalities.

Even if someone says a few strange things or does something different from before, it can be said that they are trying to liven up the atmosphere in the face of a major battle, or that they are nervous and want to relieve some tension by saying a few bad things.

So people just found it a bit strange, but no one really cared.

Li Miao was naturally aware of this, which is why he spoke in that way.

After he started, the young woman who had spoken when they entered and the young man who had slammed his fist on the table stood up together and gave a brief description of the terrain of Dengzhou Guard.

Then they began to assign manpower.

“We don’t have many people and we don’t know each other very well, so the simpler the plan and the shorter the time required, the better. Here’s what I’m thinking – let’s split into two groups and adapt to the situation.”

The young woman dipped her finger in tea and drew on the table while talking.

"Set fires and beat gongs along the way to distract the people."

"They marched straight in and headed straight for the prison."

The young man added.

"Although my junior sister and I used pseudonyms, you can all tell that we come from a major sect... In terms of martial arts, we are the best, but in terms of experience in the martial world, we really don't have much to say."

"So, the task of launching a fierce attack and drawing away enemy forces will be led by my junior sister and me. As for the team that goes to rescue people... Brother Li."

He looked up at Li Miao.

"You are the oldest, capable, and adaptable, so the task of saving lives is entrusted to you."

"Do you have any objections?"

No one spoke.

The youth should continue to assign manpower.

But then they heard Li Miao leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, laughing.

"How about we switch places? I'll lure the defenders away, and you go rescue the people, okay?"

The young man was taken aback, then seemed to understand something, and spread his hands with a wry smile.

"Brother Li, there's no need."

"Yes, if we're talking about danger, it's more dangerous on our side, but the key tonight is on your side. Since we're here, we're prepared to risk our lives to do this, so there's really no need to worry about anything else—or do you think we're too young to handle this because you think we can't handle it?"

Li Miao remained noncommittal, smiling but saying nothing.

The young man hesitated for a moment before letting out a slow sigh.

“Alright, I was originally thinking of not causing trouble for the sect, but we’re going to make our move tonight. If we keep it a secret any longer, it will seem like we don’t trust you all… Brother Li, how about we have a few exchanges?”

"Whoever is stronger will lead the defenders away, how about that?"

He slowly walked up to Li Miao, pointed his finger like a sword, and extended it towards Li Miao.

"Brother Li, please enlighten me."

Li Miao patted the short sword at his waist and laughed.

"Young man, you use a sword, I use a knife. You use your sword finger, but I'm going to use my palm knife. Wouldn't that be taking advantage of your three fingers?"

The young man smiled nonchalantly.

"If Brother Li feels he's taking advantage of me, he can use one finger to perform the sword technique."

That's what he said, but everyone present could understand his true meaning—no matter if the older Li Miao used his fist, his fingers, or even actually pulled out the dagger, the result would be the same.

Moreover, the young woman next to him did not try to stop his arrogant behavior at all. She just stood in front of the table staring at the map drawn with tea, seemingly very confident about the outcome.

Some people frowned and watched the two of them pondering.

"Although Li Xin's martial arts skills may not be considered exceptional, his internal strength, swordsmanship, and combat experience are all outstanding in the martial arts world. This young man looks to be under twenty, yet he's so certain that he can defeat him?"

"Which major sect does he belong to... and what kind of advanced martial arts does he practice?"

In an instant, everyone's eyes were fixed on the young man's sword finger.

The young man was also confident, his eyes fixed on Li Miao's hands, waiting only a few moves to subdue Li Miao and settle the matter for the night. Finally, Li Miao slowly raised his right hand.

The young man was completely focused. Although he did not use his true energy, he had already mobilized all his strength. His sword fingers trembled a few times without warning, and a sword move was ready to be launched.

As they drew closer, Li Miao raised her hand to her chest.

"excuse me!"

The young man was about to make a sudden, powerful sword strike!
Before he could take a step, he watched helplessly as Li Miao's hand crossed his chest, continued to rise, and reached the back of his head. He groped around for a moment, then pulled—and ripped out a long hair.

Holding that long strand of hair, Li Miao spoke slowly and deliberately.

"You don't want to take advantage of me, and I don't want to take advantage of you either."

“If you use two fingers, I should also use two fingers. But I am older than you, so I'll take one less; I have been cultivating my internal strength for longer, so I'll take one less; and I have more combat experience than you, so I'll take another one less.”

"Look, even two fingers aren't enough to cut it off."

Li Miao smiled and flicked his hand, straightening the long hair in mid-air and pointing it at the young man's sword finger.

"So, I'm comparing this to you."

"Let's not take advantage of each other, okay?"

The young man was taken aback at first, then blushed.

"What does Brother Li mean by this?!"

He blushed as he spoke, revealing a youthful vivacity.

To put it bluntly, they are still young, and their hearts are filled with not only chivalry and justice, but also the desire to show off in front of others.

Although challenging Li Miao to a duel was ostensibly about vying for a more dangerous mission, the fact that he brought it up in front of everyone was partly a way of showing off, which is why he deliberately let Li Miao gain the upper hand.

If he defeats Li Miao with just two moves and then takes on the most dangerous mission, wouldn't that make him look good?

But who would have thought that Li Miao was even better at pretending than him!

They didn't even need to use their hands; they just plucked a single hair and wanted to compete with him!
Who are you looking down on?
The young man's face flushed red, and he suddenly deflated.

"Fine, Brother Li, let's have the competition however we want."

"excuse me."

Swish!
Before the words were even finished, he continued forward!

With a sudden flick, a sweep, and a thrust, the sword drew a blurry afterimage in the firelight, bypassing Li Miao's arm and heading straight for Li Miao's throat!

"This is—the fucking heaven!?"

A person nearby exclaimed in surprise.

But it made the person next to him choke.

"What the hell? Brother, what kind of move is 'Fuck the Heavens'?"

"Oh, oh."

The person didn't answer at all.

There's no need to answer.

Because the young people started reading.

"The sun shines on the incense burner, producing purple smoke; from afar, the waterfall hangs like a curtain before the river!"

The sword, pointed at Li Miao, suddenly cascaded down like a waterfall, aiming straight for his chest!

"A waterfall plunges three thousand feet, as if it were the Milky Way falling from the sky!"

At this point, everyone in the room looked enlightened.

There's no need to discuss the young man's background anymore.

In the entire martial arts world, there's only one group that, while fighting, would flamboyantly recite poetry, and insist on reciting it in perfect intonation and rhythm.

Huanhua Sword Sect!

As for the phrase "fuck the heavens" that the martial arts man just blurted out—the first and last characters of that poem together form "fuck the heavens," don't they?

Adding to this the disdain, resentment, and exclusion that people in the martial arts world felt towards the Huanhua Sword Sect's behavior of wearing glasses like Pigsy from Journey to the West, it became the nickname for this move—"Fuck the Heavens."

(End of this chapter)