Madam, don't do this!

Chapter 215 Female Grandmaster (2)

Who is behind this?

Yang family?

Although it's unclear exactly who it is, it seems most likely that the blame will fall on the Yang family, given their past record.

Without a second thought, as if by instinct, Song Yan grabbed Kong Chan's small hand and flung it away, sending the less than 100-pound body flying. At the same time, his body moved like a cheetah, darting to the old man's side and giving him a light push on the chest. The old man stumbled backward and went into the house.

In that instant, the two horses had already charged to the dining table, their four hooves raised high, and with a bang, the solid wood table was destroyed, disintegrated, and shattered...

That wasn't all. The two beasts, each weighing a thousand pounds, continued to charge at Song Yan under the influence of inertia and weight, and the distance between them was less than three meters.

If you were hit, the impact would be enough to tear you to pieces.

Just then, Song Yan suddenly raised his right hand, his fingers clenched into a fist.

call.

boom!
A punch landed heavily on the horse's head from the side.

It was clearly visible to the naked eye that blood was gushing from the horse's mouth, eyes, nostrils, and ears.

Faintly, one could even hear the sound of bones breaking.

The horse neighed mournfully.

For Song Yan, the journey to Liaodong was a form of cultivation, and his own strength was steadily increasing.

Song Yan wasn't quite sure if he had reached the level of a fourth-grade martial artist, but he figured it should be close. His contracted pupils reflected the scene ahead: a magnificent horse had suffered an unprecedentedly violent impact, its tall body shuddering violently. Then, it crashed into another horse, and both horses fell to the ground simultaneously, their hooves flying.

There was a loud bang.

The carriage behind the horse, propelled by inertia, crashed heavily into the noodle stall. The carriage shattered instantly, countless fragments flying everywhere and scattering across the long street. Even the carriage shaft snapped off with a crack, and two wheels flew off, leaving a mess on the ground.

The wrecked carriages and frames slid along the wall under the force of inertia, making a series of loud thuds as they went, until they completely fell apart, leaving a hundred-meter-long scratch mark on the icy ground.

Fortunately, there aren't many people in Xinhou County now; otherwise, what just happened could have resulted in countless deaths and injuries.

Before he could react, a sharp whooshing sound pierced the air. It was the coachman, his heavy sword brimming with unparalleled power, aimed directly at Song Yan's head.

Unarmed, he gritted his teeth, shifted his feet, and instantly stepped aside. The heavy longsword almost tore past Song Yan's shoulder, crashing heavily to the ground with a clang.

A trail of sparks flew as a deep dent was cleaved into the frozen, hard ground. A few severed strands of hair could even be seen slowly falling through the air. It was clear that this extremely fierce strike was delivered with almost no restraint; the heavy sword struck the ground, the violent recoil making the blade hum, and even the assassin's arms were likely numb from the impact.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Song Yan took a step forward, twisted his waist, clenched his right fist, and punched the assassin in the heart.

Black Tiger Gouges Out the Heart.

Song Yan is extremely talented in cultivating internal energy and tempering his physical body.

However, he was extremely bad at learning moves. Although he had studied with the Luo family guards and even Luo Tianyi for a long time, he could never remember those strange and unusual moves. He would forget them completely after learning them for a short time.

He clearly remembered the Black Tiger Heart-Piercing Technique, Groin Kick, and Two-Finger Eye-Piercing Technique that Zhang Long and Zhao Hu had taught him.

The seemingly ordinary punch unleashed with astonishing power, a vortex of energy almost forming around it. The assassin, seemingly surprised by Song Yan's strength, narrowed his eyes and his upper body twitched strangely. Although he couldn't dodge, he at least avoided a fatal blow.

boom.

The fist slammed into the assassin's chest.

With a muffled groan, the figure flew backward like a cannonball, crashing heavily into the earthen wall across the street, causing the poor wall to collapse instantly.

Song Yan stared at his fist in astonishment. When did he become this strong?

Confidence was greatly boosted.

This assassin's skills were far inferior to those of the Six Evils of Ning Kingdom.

Ignoring the wreckage on the ground, Song Yan strode forward. Amidst the ruins, he saw a figure struggling desperately, its shoulder cracked and broken by a fist.

The destructive power of martial artists is truly unmatched by ordinary people.

Especially for a special martial artist like Song Yan.

With the continuous tempering of his body by the Vajra Arhat Technique, Song Yan's physical strength far surpasses that of martial artists of the same level, and the power in his fists is even more exaggerated.

The assassin's wide eyes were filled with disbelief. He could tell that Song Yan's internal energy had only just entered the ranks of a fourth-grade martial artist.

But he was a genuine fifth-rank martial artist.

The two were clearly worlds apart, yet they couldn't even withstand a single punch from each other.
How can this be?

Could it be that the intelligence was wrong?
Or does this guy have some special method to suppress his aura?

Thick, fresh blood dripped down his arm.

The assassin realized something was wrong and tried to retreat, but all he could see behind him was ruins.

His parched throat throbbed, his legs suddenly bent, and with a bang, his body soared into the air. He couldn't kill Song Yan; if he stayed here, he would either be beaten to death by Song Yan or hacked to death by the black-armored guards patrolling the streets.

He had to consider his own life.

Just then, Song Yan casually picked up a piece of shattered ice from the ground, looked at the assassin who had just jumped onto the roof, and swung his arm forcefully. With a sharp whooshing sound, the ice piece flew out of his hand.

Under normal circumstances, probably no one would use such a thing as a concealed weapon.

Hidden weapons, well, they're usually activated with internal force... but brute force can also be quite effective.

That streak of white light, like a bullet, flashed through the air in an instant.

Before the assassin could react, a sharp pain shot through his back, and he felt something spray out of his stomach. Looking down, he saw a hole in his abdomen.

Fresh blood, shattered internal organs, and even undigested food residue.

Everything gushed out through the hole.

A look of horror flashed across his face. He swayed and fell headfirst off the roof with a thud, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Hmph.

Hu Chi.

Hu Chi.

Song Yan was panting heavily.

Although they hadn't been fighting for long, Song Yan actually felt a sense of fatigue.

Before, I didn't feel anything, but when the assassin died, I felt a soreness in my arm, as if I had used too much force at the last moment, causing my arm to almost dislocate.

He moved his limbs.

A faint smile slowly appeared on her face.

It must be said that the combination of the "Hundred Flowers Treasure Mirror" for cultivating internal energy and the "Vajra Arhat Skill" for tempering the body is truly remarkable. When I first encountered the Vajra Arhat Skill, although I was shocked by its effects, I couldn't help but think it was somewhat exaggerated. But now, it seems I even underestimated this skill.

In the distance, the cicada also got up from the ground.

Although she had just been thrown a long way, Song Yan had used some skill, so she did not injure Kong Chan, but only got a little dust on her body.

On the other side, the old man selling noodles couldn't resist sticking his head out of the window.

There's no way around it, people are all a bit curious.

Seeing the noodle stall smashed to pieces, his wrinkled face was filled with anger. Repairing everything would take a long time. Most importantly, the noodles he had prepared were now all mixed in with dust, snow, and sawdust; wasting food was shameful.

However, when I saw the two dead horses, I felt it wasn't a complete loss.

Horse meat is a bit sour, but it's still meat.

Seeing Song Yan standing alone on the street, they wanted to come over and take a look, but just then Song Yan suddenly narrowed his eyes and said, "Stop."

The old man and Kong Chan were both stunned for a moment, looking at Song Yan with some astonishment, not understanding what had happened.

Song Yan felt a bit of a headache and rubbed her temples.

The wind blew from the other side of the long street.

It was bleak and cold.

Like a knife.

Like ice.

Breathing this kind of air would freeze your heart and lungs.

He raised his head and looked down at the street. Just ten or twenty meters away, a figure appeared out of nowhere. The person was dressed in black, and judging from the figure, it should be a woman.

She was very tall, almost as tall as Song Yan.

She has a fit and beautiful figure, especially her long legs, which, accentuated by the black tight-fitting pants, exude unparalleled power.

The woman held a long sword, its blade gleaming with a cold, autumnal light. With the tip of the sword slightly lowered, she strolled towards Song Yan.

The woman wore a somewhat comical rabbit mask, obscuring her features; the only part of her body exposed was her snow-white neck.

An invisible, indescribable feeling weighed heavily on my heart.

Song Yan didn't know what level this woman was at, but he had a feeling that her strength was... very strong, extremely strong.

So powerful that he couldn't even muster the slightest thought of resistance.

So powerful that even his sister-in-law and Luo Tianxuan might not be a match for him.

My sister-in-law is a ninth-rank martial artist.

Could it be... a legendary grandmaster above the ninth rank?
Still a woman.

I always felt that the world's top experts were all women.

(End of this chapter)