Wuxia: Become the 100-Victory Sword King at the Beginning

Unexpectedly, just as he stepped out of the alley, another group of men in black surrounded him. In an instant, Shi Feiyang's Heavenly Silkworm Skill had already reached its third level. Silvery-white, thread-like substances moved through his meridians like living things, crawling up his arm bones to his fingertips, gleaming with a cold, eerie light in the dim alley. He grinned, revealing two rows of white teeth: "Today I'll let you taste what it means to be 'sticky like a dog skin plaster' that you can't get rid of!"

Before he finished speaking, three men in black pounced in a triangular formation. Shi Feiyang ducked and slid, using the first move of the "Pick" technique, "Pick the Mangy Dog with a Stick." The bamboo stick, like a venomous snake spitting its tongue, aimed straight for the Adam's apple of the man on the far left.

The moment his opponent raised his knife to parry, he flicked his wrist, the tip of his staff suddenly changing direction, aiming for the opponent's "Quchi" acupoint between the elbows. With a crisp "crack," the man in black's entire arm twisted at an eerie angle, and the long knife clattered to the ground.

"What superb pressure point technique!" Changsun Yue raised her eyebrows slightly, seizing the opportunity to thrust her longsword at the enemy on her right. Shi Feiyang, however, did not linger in the fight. He turned and unleashed a "Reverse Dog Body Strike." The bamboo stick drew a crescent moon in the air, slamming heavily into the back of the neck of the third man in black. The man groaned and fell forward, his forehead colliding with the tip of his companion's sword. Two streams of blood spurted out simultaneously, splashing a hideous crimson pattern on the bluestone slab.

Seeing this, the leader of the men in black roared and brandished his nine-ringed broadsword with ferocious force, the clanging of the rings so loud it hurt the eardrums. Shi Feiyang, however, grinned and dodged while shouting, "Oh ho! Is this gentleman going to perform the 'Broadsword March' for me?"

As he spoke, he suddenly unleashed the "Sealing" technique, specifically the "Squeezing the Dog's Back" move. The bamboo stick cleaved down from above, and upon colliding with the broadsword, it produced a metallic clang. The black-clad man's hand was ripped open, and he staggered back three steps before regaining his footing.

"Hold him back!" The leader wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and the remaining seven men in black immediately formed a sword formation. Shi Feiyang's pupils contracted slightly, and the bamboo stick in his hand suddenly spun rapidly, accompanied by a piercing whistle.

The "Turning" technique, specifically the "Violent Dog's Counterattack"! The bamboo stick, like a green meteor, weaved back and forth through the sword formation. With each person it passed, a bloody gash appeared, either on the shoulder or the knee, accompanied by screams of agony from the men in black.

Changsun Yue was shocked; she had never seen such a cunning and bizarre technique. Shi Feiyang's seemingly casually wielded bamboo stick always managed to strike the enemy's vitals at the most dangerous moments. Even more eerie were the silvery-white threads wrapped around his fingertips; whenever someone tried to get close, the threads would shoot out like serpents and burrow into the opponent's body.

Just as a man in black raised his sword to thrust out, he suddenly froze on the spot, his eyes bulging out and black blood spilling from the corner of his mouth. His internal organs had been shredded by the Heavenly Silkworm Technique.

"What kind of sorcery is this!" The leader retreated in fear, only to see Shi Feiyang grinning: "This is called 'Silkworm Entanglement,' it's a cure for all kinds of disobedience!" With that, he used the "Trip" technique, his bamboo stick whipping out like a long whip, hooking the ankles of the two men.

As the two men crashed to the ground, silver threads shot out from his palm, instantly piercing the throats of all five. The five corpses collapsed like marionettes, blood flowing back along the silver threads and pooling into small beads in his palm.

The leader, terrified, turned to flee. Shi Feiyang, however, wasn't about to let him go. He used the "luring" technique, specifically the "leading the dog into the stronghold" method, his bamboo staff arcing out and precisely hooking the man's belt. "Trying to run? Not so easy!" He yanked hard, and the man in black stumbled backward. Shi Feiyang seized the opportunity, pressing his palm against the man's back, unleashing his full power of the Heavenly Silkworm Technique. A muffled "plop" was heard, and the man in black coughed up blood from all seven orifices; his internal organs had already turned into a pool of blood.

Changsun Yue's hand holding the sword was still trembling slightly. Shi Feiyang flicked the blood off his bamboo stick and said with a grin, "Miss, was this 'street fight with wolves' exciting enough?" He reached for a towel on the ground to wipe his hands, but deliberately let out an exaggerated scream, "Ouch! This stench of blood is going to turn this 'precious gem' into a 'stinky carcass'!"

Changsun Yue was amused by him, her tears turning into laughter, but she was secretly shocked. This person's martial arts skills were so high, and his moves so strange, that she had never heard of them before. What bothered her even more was that the occasional slyness in his eyes overlapped with that of an old friend from her memory.

The two led their horses out of the city and rode side by side, but did not exchange any words. After all, the young man and woman had just met, and Changsun Yue was naturally more reserved. Shi Feiyang would occasionally glance at Changsun Yue's profile, his thoughts drifting back to the beautiful times he had known, loved, and embraced Nangong Xiaodie.

The setting sun, like blood, dyed the official road a thick amber color.

Shi Feiyang leaned against the green bamboo stick and let out a burp, with sesame cake crumbs he had just swiped from a roadside stall still stuck to the corners of his mouth.

A series of hoofbeats broke the silence as Changsun Yue, dressed in pristine white, swept across the post road. As she reined in her horse and turned back, the jade hairpin at her temple gleamed coldly in the twilight: "Young Master Shitou, I will repay your two life-saving graces later!"

"Take care, young lady! Remember to bring some local specialties—" Shi Feiyang shouted, waving his bamboo stick. Suddenly, he lowered his voice and muttered, "The best would be a whole roasted lamb from the northern frontier, plus two jars of Daughter's Red wine..." Before he finished speaking, the sound of horses' hooves had already disappeared into the mountain valley.

He stared at the empty road, his smile gradually freezing, and kicked a pebble at his feet: "This girl is colder than the icicles of the Flower Palace!"

As dusk settled, Shi Feiyang stumbled into a grove of locust trees. Moonlight filtered through the branches, weaving an eerie silver net on the ground. Just as he reached for his wine gourd, he heard the sound of clothes rustling in the wind from the treetops. Thirty-six men in black fell to the ground like crows, the sound of scimitars being drawn echoing, startling the crows that filled the grove.

"Hey, Little Stone!" The leader of the men in black lifted his mask, revealing a scar that snaked from his left eye to the corner of his mouth, looking like a centipede crawling on his face. "What business is it of yours to interfere in the Disaster Relief Gang's affairs? Is Changsun Yue your lover or your sweetheart?" Shi Feiyang suddenly clutched his stomach and burst into laughter, his bamboo stick thumping the ground. "Disaster Relief Gang? They're supposed to be relieving your disasters! I think they should be called the 'Digestion Gang,' look at your bellies, you probably eat roast chicken and pork knuckle every day!"

He suddenly stopped laughing, and his bamboo stick flashed out like lightning, the "Dog-Beating Stick Technique" technique, specifically the "Stick to Pick Up the Mangy Dog," aimed straight for the scarred man's throat.

The scarred man parried with his sword, but felt a jolt in his hand. Shi Feiyang pressed his advantage, unleashing a series of attacks, including "Reverse Strike on Dog's Body" and "Disrupt Dog's Den," his bamboo stick dancing like a serpent, forcing everyone to retreat.

A man in black seized an opening and slashed down with his curved blade.

Shi Feiyang neither dodged nor evaded, but instead activated his Heavenly Silkworm Technique. Suddenly, silvery-white thread-like objects shot out from his palm, wrapping around the opponent's wrist like silkworm silk. The man in black screamed, his curved knife clattering to the ground. His internal energy flowed back into his body along the silver threads, causing him to bleed from all seven orifices.

"What kind of sorcery?!" The scarred man's pupils shrank. "Who exactly are you?" "I'm your ancestor!" Shi Feiyang shook his wine gourd and took a big gulp. "Watch closely, this is called 'Hungry Dog Blocking the Road'!" He swept his bamboo stick across, stirring up a flurry of falling leaves.

He swiftly turned, unleashing the "Interlocking Fangs" technique, his staff flashing like a forest, simultaneously blocking the attacks of five people. Even more remarkable was that with each strike, the silver silk threads emanating from his palms would burrow into the enemy's meridians like a bone-deep infection, disrupting their internal energy.

Just as the battle was raging, a horn sounded from outside the forest. Another group of men in black charged out, the leader of whom held a judge's pen with a hideous ghost face carved on the handle: "Boy, you dare to interfere with the important affairs of my Disaster Relief Gang? Prepare to die!" This man was none other than the second-in-command of the Disaster Relief Gang, "Death-Taking Impermanence".

Shi Feiyang wiped the blood splattered on his handsome face, then suddenly pulled out a bronze mirror from his pocket: "Perfect timing! Look at your faces, you'd scare a child to death if you went out at night!"

The second-in-command's "Death-Taking Impermanence" judge's pen swept across the mirror, and Shi Feiyang seized the opportunity to use "Dog-Tossing-to-the-Sky," using a bamboo stick to pick up pebbles from the ground and shoot them at everyone's faces like hidden weapons. The silver silkworm threads he spat out from his palm transformed into a net that, once they touched an enemy, would burrow into their body like maggots clinging to bones.

"Hold him back!" the Deathbringer roared. Twenty men in black formed the "Nine Netherworld Soul Formation," and their blades surged forth like a tidal wave.

Shi Feiyang remained calm and composed, his bamboo sticks swirling into countless green lotus blossoms, a scene reminiscent of "a mother dog protecting her cubs." As he struck, he shouted, "This formation is well-arranged, but it's too murderous! Why not rename it the 'Square Dance Formation'? It'll definitely be a lively spectacle!"

In the midst of the fierce battle, Shi Feiyang spotted the key point of the formation and suddenly unleashed the "Hound's Mouth Snatching the Staff" technique. The bamboo staff, like a dragon emerging from the sea, entangled the judge's pen, which was meant to bring death. The silver silkworm threads that he spat out from his palm burst forth, aiming straight for the opponent's "Shanzhong acupoint".

The Undying Templar was terrified and tried to reclaim his strength, only to find it vanished without a trace. Taking advantage of the situation, Shi Feiyang unleashed his "Drowning Dog Beating" technique, striking the Undying Templar heavily in the back with his bamboo stick. The Undying Templar coughed up blood and flew backward, crashing into three locust trees and breaking them.

Seeing the situation was turning against him, the scarred man turned to flee. Shi Feiyang, however, wasn't about to let him get away. He unleashed a series of attacks, including "Yellow Dog Chasing Tail" and "Puppy Playing with a Ball," his bamboo stick following closely. The final blow, "Strike the Dog's Head," landed squarely on the man's skull.

The scarred man screamed and collapsed to the ground, bleeding from all seven orifices as he died.

Amidst the chaos, Shi Feiyang brandished a blood-dripping bamboo stick and kicked the corpse of the Deathbringer: "Is this all the skill you have? You dare to try robbing people on the street? Why don't you open a restaurant? With your appetites, you could eat an entire street out of business!"

He picked up the wine gourd, only to find that it had been slashed open, and immediately wailed, "My daughter's red wine! It's worse than being killed!"

The night wind swept through the locust grove, carrying a heavy, pungent smell of blood.

Shi Feiyang patted the blood off his clothes, gazing at the moonlight and muttering, "Changsun Yue, you owe me more than just saving my life... Next time we meet, you'll have to treat me to a ten-table banquet!" With that, he shouldered his bamboo staff, humming a off-key tune, and disappeared into the vast night. (End of Chapter)