The court lackeys of the eight-hour workday

Chapter 56: On the Top
"You finally figured it out."

Li Miao laughed and said, "It's not that you can't see clearly, it's that you don't dare to believe it."

Zuo Lishan remained silent and did not answer.

Li Miao didn't care and continued, "It is said that hundreds of years ago, there was a hidden sect called 'Xiaoyao Sect', which had a martial art called 'Xiao Wuxiang Gong'."

"As long as you have this skill and know the moves of other martial arts, you can imitate other people's unique skills and even surpass the original."

"Before today, Sect Leader Zuo would probably think this was a rumor, right?"

Zuo Lishan still remained silent, and he grasped the hilt of the sword again with his right hand.

The pitch-black right hand could no longer be called a "hand" now, but an alien claw. The index finger moved, and the hilt was stuck between the index and middle fingers. Three times up and two down, the hilt was locked tightly in the hand.

Even the fine steel hilt had been dented by his fingers.

His wrist was stretched out, as if boneless, and the sword swayed slightly under his sleeve.

Li Miao ignored it and continued, "Of course there is no such martial arts in the world, but this 'Xiaoyao Sect' and the person who can use the martial arts of other sects more profoundly should both exist."

"However, the number of people who can reach the top is extremely small, and ordinary people in the martial arts world cannot understand it, so they spread rumors and fabricated this strange martial arts legend."

"A martial art is nothing but moves, mental skills, and muscles. A move is nothing but true energy, strength, and routines."

“Beyond the pinnacle is just one step further among these few.”

"For someone like Ji Tianrui, his true energy is as vast as the ocean, and every move he makes is as powerful as a tidal wave, unstoppable."

"For someone like me, my strength and energy are all in harmony, and I can move as I please. I am no longer bound by convention, and I can use all kinds of martial arts at will. The senior from the Xiaoyao Sect must be just like me."

"As for someone like you, Left Sect Leader... you use evil skills to replenish your flesh and blood, and poisonous insects to replace your meridians. Not only will your life span be shortened, but it will also be difficult for you to survive in the future."

"It just means that they are strong and not easy to die."

"Enough!" Zuo Lishan growled.

He gritted his teeth, leaving yellow-green pus at the corners of his eyes: "Okay, okay, okay."

"In terms of martial arts, I am defeated."

"But if it comes to a life or death situation... you may not win!"

"You look so confident of victory... I will tear you apart with my own hands!!!"

Before he finished speaking, Zuo Lishan suddenly jumped up, swung his wrist, and the sword tip swept through the air like a long whip, pointing directly at Li Miao.

Li Miao stepped forward, attacked the enemy and poked his finger at Zuo Lishan's heart.

But Zuo Lishan acted as if he didn't hear anything and just swung his sword wildly, as if he wanted to die together with Li Miao.

The fingertips were only an inch away from Zuo Lishan's heart, and the sword reached Li Miao's head.

"Ugh."

Li Miao sighed, dodged the sword by turning sideways, and had no choice but to retract the finger that was poking at Zuo Lishan.

Zuo Lishan stabbed Li Miao's chest with another sword, forcing back the claws that had already reached Li Miao's ears.

Zuo Lishan's eyes lit up, and he grinned wildly, "Yes, yes, I am obsessed!"

"You are afraid of death too. Even if you use your true qi to circulate and practice horizontal exercises, you dare not use your vital parts to block my sword!"

"If we exchange injuries, my body can withstand it, but you will definitely die!"

"Come on! Come on! Come on!"

Zuo Lishan laughed wildly, waving the sword in his hand wildly. The heavy bluestone slab under his feet was only slightly affected and instantly shattered into pieces of stone on the ground.

Injury for life! Blood for blood!

"Bright moon without clouds"!
"Returning to Shiguan"!
"Come to Heqingquan"!
"Seven stars falling from the sky"!
The essence of Taishan swordsmanship was poured down like it was free of charge. Zuo Lishan no longer cared about himself and just focused on attacking Li Miao's vital points!
You attack my head, I'll attack your groin! You attack my eyes, I'll attack your chest!
Blood kept gushing out of Zuo Lishan's body. His moves were far inferior to Li Miao's, so he gave up on defense. In just a few moves, Li Miao broke his left wrist, tore off his right ear, and scraped off a large piece of flesh on his chest.

But he was unaware, laughing wildly, and madly attacked the frowning Li Miao. In the small courtyard, trees fell and rocks opened, like a strong wind passing through. Even the bluestone table that was as big as a person's embrace was smashed to pieces, and the small tree in the courtyard fell down with a loud bang, with wood chips flying everywhere.

The Huashan disciples hiding in the surrounding houses trembled in fear and dared not make a sound for fear of being implicated.

After a while, the courtyard finally became quiet.

Zuo Lishan leaned his sword on the ground, saliva flowing from his mouth. A few insects fell out from his clothes, struggled on the ground for a few times, and then lost their voices.

He was breathing heavily and looked at Li Miao opposite him.

Li Miao raised his hand. There was a long and narrow sword wound on his right arm. The wound was not deep and blood was slowly flowing out.

Zuo Lishan laughed: “Hahahahahaha!!”

"You will get hurt, and you will die! Your so-called pinnacle is nothing more than this!"

"You win today. If you are not afraid of death, just chase me! Zuo will accompany you to the end!"

After saying this, he retreated quickly, climbed over the courtyard wall, and disappeared in an instant.

Li Miao did not chase after him, but stood there quietly watching Zuo Lishan leave.

The yard became quiet for a moment.

After a while, Mei Qinghe opened the door, walked quickly to Li Miao, and asked worriedly: "Sir, you are injured..."

"I still have some medicine here. I'll go--"

"Oh no." Li Miao laughed, raised his hand to stop Mei Qinghe, turned around and found a railing to sit down.

"Xiaomei, I already said that I would act out this play with him tonight, why are you taking it so seriously again?"

"Hurt me, just him?"

After saying that, Li Miao raised his hand and wiped the wound, and blood rose. When he looked again, the wound had disappeared.

"what--"

Li Miao stretched and let out a long sigh: "Acting with a madman is really tiring. He laughs all the time. I'm afraid his saliva will splash on me. I have to avoid his saliva when we fight."

Mei Qinghe walked up to Li Miao and said hesitantly: "Sir, you..."

Li Miao glanced at Mei Qinghe and smiled: "Life is like a play, Xiaomei."

"Am I getting this measure just right?"

"If I show any more strength, I'm afraid that Sect Leader Zuo will have to flee down the mountain tonight. If I show any more weakness, I'm afraid that Sect Leader Zuo will come again tomorrow night. I'm almost 40 years old, I can't stand the torment of a madman. Can I sleep?"

Mei Qinghe suddenly realized.

"Okay——" Li Miao stood up and walked towards his bedroom.

"After what happened tonight, Sect Leader Zuo should know his own weight. He should be able to sleep well these few days."

"The Ming Cult wants the Five Mountains Sword Sect. If he wants to call for people, he should come to the Five Mountains Alliance."

"Go and have a rest. We are almost ready now. When Wang Hai and Xiao Si bring people here, our mission will be complete."

"Actually, if I put them together, I'm worried that they'd kill too many people without me watching."

"One is cruel, the other is vicious"

At this point, Li Miao glanced at Mei Qinghe and said, "There is also a Slowpoke."

He sighed.

“It doesn’t make me feel at ease.”

“When can I work from home… Haha – sleep, sleep.”

(End of this chapter)