Wan Jian returns to his clan!

Chapter 131 144 145 146 Invincible, Speed ​​is Unbreakable (Seeking Monthly Tickets)
Qin Huaiying watched the two of them enter the arena.

He had been wearing a stern referee's face, but now he smiled, a rare occurrence, and asked softly, "Xinzhu, aren't you going to admit defeat?"

It was clear that she had a very good impression of Shen Xinzhu, as she spoke much softer, afraid of scaring this gentle and kind "Little Fairy Doctor".

Not to mention Shen Xinzhu's kind and friendly personality, who always greets everyone with a smile and a few words of praise.

The fact that she has been treating women's diseases in Mingyang City for many years and personally performed fetal protection and infant care in over a thousand cases is enough to earn the respect of those who know about it.

"Uncle Qin, it's alright. I came here with the intention of seeking your guidance. Junior Brother Wubing promised not to use excessive force, saying that friendship comes first."

"Oh, I see. No wonder you were whispering to each other before you went on stage. You had planned it all along."

A strange expression appeared on Qin Huaiying's face. She secretly glanced at Ouyang Lan and saw her still enthusiastically preparing for the next event, running around asking questions as if it were New Year's Day. She couldn't help but worry about her precious daughter.

"A formidable rival, a truly formidable rival! Xiao Lan, if you don't keep a close eye on him, your junior brother will be stolen away by that girl Xin Zhu."

Of course, these words can only be thought in one's heart and must never be spoken aloud.

Qin Huaiying's smile became even gentler: "Friendship comes first. We disciples of the Tianxing Sect should be as close as family. It's just a sword fight, let's only judge who is better and not hurt each other's feelings. Let's begin."

"Ah."

Shen Xinzhu nodded in agreement, sheathed her sword at her waist, and curtsied, saying, "Junior brother, be careful."

She knew her swordsmanship was far inferior and had no intention of winning.

However, today is a rare grand competition among the three branches of the Tianxing Sect. Even if we don't compete to determine a winner or loser, we should at least show our style.

Therefore, all disciples, except those whose swordsmanship is so weak that it's embarrassing, have to go on stage.

Basic outer disciples can just watch the excitement.

A direct disciple cannot escape it.

We can lose a battle, but we must not be afraid to fight.

Shen Xinzhu started with a move called "A Thousand Miles of Shen and Shang", followed by a move called "The Milky Way Gazing at Each Other".

With one sword on the left, he circled around to the right, and just as he was about to retreat, he flipped over and stomped his feet, turning back to thrust.

They are now under attack from all sides.

Her swordsmanship was skillful, and her footwork was quite agile... She used her steps to guide her sword, and her sword to guide her arm, as if a thread was pulling her to rush around, her posture was very graceful.

The onlookers from the martial arts world who were watching the swordplay cheered enthusiastically.

The same thing happened when Ouyang Lan came on stage before, which caused a huge uproar.

I wonder if these people came to see the beautiful women or the sword fights?
Fortunately, the lingering aura of Lu Wubing's previous reckless rampage still lingered, and no one dared to utter a single vulgar word...

All that could be heard were incomprehensible words like "exquisitely beautiful," "delicate," "like a willow swaying in the breeze," and "mandarin ducks playing in the water."

A joyful atmosphere filled the venue.

It didn't look like a sword fight; it looked more like a dance.

The more Shen Xinzhu drew her sword, the redder her face became.

She discovered that Lu Wubing seemed to be able to see through every sword strike she made. He would let her attack, but instead, he would dance around her sword like a butterfly, moving swiftly around her...

Despite his increasingly rapid swordplay, he stood before him as if strolling leisurely.

He barely avoided it by half an inch, not an inch more, not an inch less.

"Draw your sword! If you don't draw your sword soon, I'll be so embarrassed that I won't be able to continue fighting."

Shen Xinzhu suddenly felt like playing the zither. She thought to herself, "Junior brother, are you sure this is a sword fight, or just a joke?"

Putting friendship first is a lie you tell a puppy.

"it is good."

Lu Wubing stepped back more than ten feet, drew his longsword, which transformed into a streak of light and gently touched the side of the sword.

Using only a tenth of her strength, Shen Xinzhu felt her sword technique spiral out of control, thrusting sharply to the side, leaving her left side wide open.

Anxious, he immediately took a deep breath and leaped upwards, intending to strike with his sword to block any incoming blade.

Unexpectedly, the longsword in his hand trembled again, and he was stabbed once more.

With the combined force of the two swords, she could no longer control her body; a sharp edge pierced straight into her heart, causing a phantom pain within her…

In shock, she had no choice but to use the momentum to flip herself into a circle, trying her best to keep the sword's edge stable as she attacked with all her might.

Amidst the flickering figures, one could see the longsword in their hand already drawing a circular, mirror-like pattern from right to left.

Sword shadows danced, and three feet in front of him, sword light crisscrossed, making rapid whooshing sounds.

"laugh……"

Seven crisscrossing sword marks, resembling a chessboard, suddenly appeared on the bluestone ground beneath their feet.

"Wow……"

Those in the martial arts world who were watching the battle couldn't help but gasp in surprise.

"This sword looked ordinary, how did it become so powerful? Look, it even forced Lu Wubing to retreat."

"What kind of look is that? It was clearly Lu Wubing who forced Shen Xinzhu to lose her balance with two consecutive sword strikes, forcing her to change her stance. In the blink of an eye, it turned into this deadly sword move."

There are still discerning people out there.

Do you know the name of this sword?

"I have seen it before. This sword is a killing move from the Tianji Sword, called [Circular Light Illusion]. When it is used, the seven swords are linked and intertwined, and the sword style can change to forty-nine different directions, making it extremely difficult to defend against."

"He possesses both physical and spiritual qualities, and has reached a high level of expertise... truly remarkable! Another master has emerged among the younger generation of disciples of the Heavenly Star Sect."

An older person sighed, his envy evident in his words.

"So, Lu Wubing actually has the ability to guide his opponents to comprehend the essence of swordsmanship?"

A collective gasp of astonishment filled the air.

This discovery is extremely shocking...

If that's the case, then the Heavenly Star Sect has truly produced a dragon.

Being strong alone is not true strength; at best, one is just a lone wolf, feared by others.

A person who is not envied is a mediocre person.

It is also said that the tallest tree in the forest will surely be felled by the wind.

Even fellow disciples can harbor feelings of jealousy.

But if there is one person who leads all the fellow disciples in the sect to become stronger, then it's not a question of whether or not to be wary...

That was enough for all his disciples to worship him as a god.

If this situation had occurred a few days earlier, it's highly likely that some leaders from various sects and aristocratic families present would have secretly plotted how to take action in secret.

Apart from this "trouble".

But now Lu Wubing has already demonstrated his powerful and domineering swordsmanship, and his strength is so great that it is astonishing.

At this point, having any further thoughts would only bring shame upon oneself... It would be better to keep all thoughts to oneself and try to make friends.

Perhaps, one could even ask their own children for advice in person, build a good relationship, and gain some benefits.

Murong Qing exclaimed, "Brother Wubing, not only is your swordsmanship extremely superb, but your insight is also unparalleled. You can even see the weakness in the sword of your fellow disciple and help him comprehend its essence. Sect Leader Ouyang, your disciple is truly the envy of us all."

Her words drew everyone's attention.

Qin Huaiying, in particular, almost spat at her upon hearing this. "Murong Qing, do you have any shame? My little disciple is only sixteen years old, and you call him 'little brother' in such a greasy way. What are you trying to do?"

Before she could say anything, someone else interrupted.

"Indeed, my son Zhongming has always encountered many difficulties in his cultivation. Recently, he has been struggling to resolve his mental obstacles. If I were to come and ask Young Hero Lu for guidance, I wonder if he would agree?"

This is Zhang Tingru from the Zhang family in Changning.

After arriving at the Tianxing Sect, he always smiled faintly, dealt with things calmly, and maintained a polite demeanor on the surface.

Anyone with eyes could see that, as the head of the Zhang family, he was only there to show his support and make a token gesture, not to fully support the Tianxing Sect.

As one of the twelve great families... it would be an exaggeration to say that their status is extraordinary, but no matter which side has the upper hand, there is always a way to join them.

Their way of survival is to bet on multiple things and sway with the wind.

There really isn't anyone who would want to fight to the death with such a deeply rooted aristocratic family.

It brings no benefits, but rather endless troubles.

They have the right to step back and observe the rise and fall of the world.

Now that we see Lu Wubing can guide Shen Xinzhu in comprehending swordsmanship, and there's the example of Ouyang Lan before, we have no choice but to believe it, whether we want to or not.

The value of the Heavenly Star Sect immediately skyrocketed.

If we were in awe before, now we can make a profit.

The situation is no longer the same.

Master Zhu of the Zhu family of Yuyang said with a smile, "My Meng'er loves to make friends with young heroes. If she knew that the Tianxing Sect had produced such a powerful disciple, she would definitely come to visit. I hope Brother Ouyang will not turn her away."

Pooh……

Upon hearing this, everyone else secretly spit out their breath.

This Master Zhu, nicknamed "Golden Abacus," managed to throw abacus beads at everyone's faces with this one move.

Zhu Meng, the eldest daughter of the Zhu family, may not be particularly skilled in martial arts, but her beauty is renowned throughout the land.

The young heroes and renowned martial artists chasing after them were said to be enough to form a thousand-household battalion.

That's all.

The key point is that Zhu Meng is seven or eight years older than Lu Wubing.

How could you possibly have the nerve to let her come here to "make friends"?
……

As soon as Lu Wubing made this move, the onlookers around were all unsettled.

Each of them had their own plans.

The disciples of the Heavenly Star Sect suddenly realized what was going on.

No wonder Ouyang Lan's swordsmanship has improved so quickly; among the sixth-generation disciples of Wangtian Cliff, she is even rumored to be the number one expert after the senior brother.

Putting aside his internal strength, the power of that hand-cranked light sword technique is growing stronger and stronger...

It turns out that the root cause is here.

So, when Junior Sister kept asking Junior Brother to practice swordsmanship, she was actually practicing?
If my junior sister can go, then can I go too?

For a moment, the disciples' eyes lit up as they looked at Shen Xinzhu on the dueling platform.

Shen Xinzhu's eyes were also frighteningly bright. She had forgotten to attack and was just staring at the long sword in her hand, somewhat incredulous.

"Remember that feeling, and do it again."

Lu Wubing smiled and encouraged him.

"Alright, junior brother, take this sword."

Overwhelmed with emotion, Shen Xinzhu didn't even remember to praise Junior Brother Lu a few more times... She rushed forward impatiently, her body twisting left and right, and with a flick of her wrist, the sword light transformed into a round mirror.

hum...

Once the sword technique is complete, one sword transforms into seven.

Forty-nine swords, crisscrossing and blocking the area three zhang in front of him.

"it is good!"

As cheers erupted, Shen Xinzhu sheathed her sword, feeling a sense of comfort throughout her body. She sensed a slight loosening in the last three acupoints of her eighth meridian. She knew this meant her swordsmanship had improved, triggering a connection of qi, and that her internal energy was also on the verge of a breakthrough.

She smiled gracefully, clasped her hands in a respectful gesture, and said, "Thank you for your guidance, Junior Brother Lu. I wish you the best of luck in achieving the highest honor."

After saying that, he gracefully stepped off the stage.

A swarm of Jin Yutang disciples immediately surrounded him.

Shen Liancheng watched from afar, stroking his lips and short mustache, his eyes narrowing with a smile.

Regardless of how much others gain, his gains will definitely be substantial.

Next, the clashes between some ordinary direct disciples went almost unnoticed.

Even when Senior Brother Yue Lingfeng, Shen Wanjian of Jin Yutang, and Yu Qingshan of Meng Hu Ao easily defeated four or five fellow disciples, no one thought it was anything special; they simply felt it was to be expected.

Everyone is waiting for Lu Wubing to take the stage.

I want to see if he will continue to create miracles.

"Fourth senior brother, bend your elbow three-tenths and step forward three-tenths, showing decisiveness and uprightness, advancing without retreating and never looking back."

A chubby, round-faced youth in front of Lu Wubing felt his longsword vibrate repeatedly as he was struck. At the same time, his elbows and knees were also assaulted by the sword energy, which was icy cold.

He felt a chill run down his spine, his hair stood on end, and he instinctively drew his sword back to defend, taking a step forward to dodge the sword energy, his body spinning like a top.

Three semi-circular sword shadows flashed past the head, neck, chest, and legs.

A sharp whistling sound cuts through the air.

"My Tianxuan Sword has also been brought into the inner sanctum."

Fourth Senior Brother Zhang Dexing's eyes trembled, and tears welled up in them.

Before, it was just anticipation; now it's ecstasy.

He had been stuck at the level of swordsmanship proficiency for a full three years—three whole years!

He practiced day and night, but he was always a little short of mastering the skill. Sometimes he thought that he might not be cut out for swordsmanship.

Fortunately, the Tianxing Sect's swordsmanship is profound. A master of the Seven Star Sword, once reached peak proficiency, would be considered a mid-level strongman in the martial arts world.

It's not too embarrassing.

That's what I thought, but I always felt a sense of resentment.

Especially seeing his junior sister catch up with his senior brother's swordsmanship, he felt an indescribable urge to tear his heart apart.

This breakthrough occurred on the martial arts stage.

In full view.

It didn't feel like a sword fight to him, but rather like he was going through his ten years of martial arts training all over again.

Each sword strike, the psychological journey, the thoughts and feelings at the time, and all the difficulties.

The sword of my junior brother easily defeated me. 'My parents gave me life, but my junior brother understands me.'

He couldn't understand why his junior brother could see through every single one of his deepest doubts and provide the best solutions.

All I need to know is that this method works.

Fortunately, the junior brother successfully became an apprentice that day...

"Thank you for your guidance, Junior Brother. I am deeply grateful." Zhang Dexing sheathed his sword and admitted defeat, wiping away his tears with his sleeve. His painted face looked slightly comical, but no one in the room could laugh.

I can relate to them all.

"Senior brother, you flatter me. We can all improve together. Senior brother's swordsmanship is profound. I have also benefited greatly from this match."

Lu Wubing laughed.

What he said wasn't entirely wrong.

In this competition, he not only learned the complete Tianji Sword technique, but also the Tianxuan Sword technique. He even mastered the Tiger Soul Saber Technique of the [Fierce Tiger Pass] lineage.

The more he learned about various martial arts techniques, the faster he learned them.

When his opponent makes a move, he only needs to glance at it a few times to understand the general pattern and the way he applies force.

He mentally deduced each step, fully comprehending them and transforming them into resources for his swordsmanship.

'At least, it will save me months of arduous study...'

Lu Wubing watched with a smile as his fellow disciples went up on stage to compete. As the ten with the highest winning percentage were gradually determined, he also began to face his opponent in his fourth battle.

A tall, thin, long-faced young man from the Menghu'ao lineage, whose name is unknown.

The young man was extremely respectful as soon as he stepped onto the stage, as if he were facing a senior and virtuous master rather than a fellow disciple.

Qin Huaiying said this before going on stage.

This man, named Chen Dazhong, practices the Tiger Soul Heart Sutra and uses the Tiger Soul Saber Technique.

Before the Three Lineages Grand Competition, Lu Wubing had a general understanding of the reputations of the disciples from the other two lineages.

I also know that this Senior Brother Chen comes from a farming family and his family was poor when he was young. He rose through the ranks of the army. Because of his willingness to take on responsibilities and his bravery in killing the enemy, he was valued by Uncle Li Feiying and taken in as a disciple.

Among the direct disciples of the Menghu'ao lineage, he was not particularly outstanding; he was merely average and was only there to make up the numbers.

Chen Dazhong bowed deeply and stammered, "I hope Junior Brother Lu will not hesitate to give me guidance. I will never forget any progress I make."

"Sink your Qi to your Dantian, lower your right shoulder by two inches, unleash seventy percent of your power with the blade, and reserve three-tenths for your fingertips. Use the move 'Tiger Roars in the Forest'."

Lu Wubing stood still, not being modest... but rather taking it upon himself to give instructions with care.

They wanted tangible benefits, and their attitude was sincere.

He doesn't play any tricks.

Just give me what you want.

Chen Dazhong listened to the advice and drew his knife as instructed.

Midway through the slash, he felt a sudden jolt in his blood and a chill run through his body. A flash of sword light appeared before his eyes, and his throat tightened.

At that moment, he seemed to see a rain of arrows filling the sky and a thousand cavalry charging into battle before him.

Cold sweat poured down my back, and I thought to myself, "I'm doomed."

As if by reflex, he suddenly slashed the blade with all his might.

For some reason, this strike was smoother and more ferocious than when he practiced it on a regular basis.

A deafening roar of a tiger echoed in my ears.

The blade flashed like a bolt of lightning, cutting through the air into a long white streak before crashing to the ground with a deafening boom, sending stone chips flying everywhere.

"Remember?"

"I...I've remembered it."

Chen Dazhong gripped the knife in his hand, his whole body trembling slightly.

That last strike was powerful and exhilarating, producing the sound of a tiger's roar, clearly demonstrating a significant improvement in swordsmanship.

He turned around and saw the astonishment on the faces of his master, Li Feiying, and his senior brother, Yu Qingshan.

I also saw the twisted, jealous faces of my fellow disciples.

“If Junior Brother becomes the young sect leader, I, Da Zhong, will follow you closely, and I will obey you through thick and thin.”

"Senior brother, you are serious."

Lu Wubing smiled broadly, feeling quite satisfied.

He wasn't actually willing to try to find the flaws in someone's cultivation and force out their potential through mental willpower.

It's always good to examine one's character.

For example, the previous opponent was also from the Menghu'ao lineage.

Although it wasn't outwardly apparent, and he appeared respectful, he harbored a subtle hostility towards me.

This hostility became crystal clear to Lu Wubing after he achieved mastery of sword intent.

He defeated his opponent with a few casual sword strikes and didn't say much.

……

It's worth mentioning that Yu Qingshan, relying on his powerful body-refining techniques, fought several battles and basically ignored the attacks of the disciples. Even when he encountered Yue Lingfeng and Shen Wanjian, he managed to fight them to a draw.

In terms of marksmanship, he wasn't actually that outstanding.

But unfortunately, he's really tough.

After exhausting most of their internal energy, Yue Lingfeng and Shen Wanjian could only slowly maneuver around the situation, which made it extremely ugly.

Then, Qin Huaiying stopped it.

The surrounding spectators cheered continuously.

However, Yue Lingfeng and Yu Qingshan looked extremely grim.

Even Shen Wanjian, who had long since given up on vying for the championship, didn't look too happy.

He discovered that although he had mastered three of his Dragon-Subduing Sword techniques and possessed extraordinary attack power, he could only knock Yu Qingshan back several feet, leaving a bloody mark on the opponent's body, before Yu Qingshan continued to pounce on him.

This fighting style makes one doubt whether their swordsmanship training has been in vain.

"Haha, Uncle Qin, if they can't even hurt me, and we keep fighting, I'll win in the end."

Yu Qingshan said indignantly:

"In the heat of battle, where life and death are at stake, time is no measure. Who is superior or inferior is determined by who stands and who falls. Don't you agree?"

If there's no time limit, you'll just keep going in circles.

Then, let the heroes of the world laugh at us...

Your Menghu'ao lineage can afford to lose face like this, but my Wangtianya lineage really can't.

Qin Huaiying ignored him, frowned, looked at Yue Lingfeng, and felt a little worried.

The eldest disciple's swordsmanship is strong, and his internal strength has reached the fourth rank. The next step is to step into the upper third rank and become a first-rate martial artist.

However, among his peers, his advantage was not obvious.

I just fought Shen Wanjian and only narrowly won by one move.

In his duel with Yu Qingshan, he stabbed him more than thirty times, but only injured his skin and flesh without damaging his bones or muscles. Instead, he was the one who was panting heavily.

It looked good on the field, but the opponent wouldn't admit defeat, and it's hard to know what the outcome would be as the game went on.

"Master's wife, let me do it."

Lu Wubing walked onto the stage.

“My three senior brothers are highly skilled in martial arts and their swordsmanship is extraordinary. Why don’t you let me learn a few moves from you?”

He didn't know why he was so lucky with the lottery; he kept drawing the top three positions but never managed to get the top three positions.

It's okay if you don't get it.

Regardless of what their master and mistress think, these people are unavoidable.

True strength doesn't require protection from "fortune telling".

"I've been waiting for you for a long time, Junior Brother Lu... Everyone says you have a discerning eye and can help others comprehend, and your swordsmanship is so strong that it surpasses even the sixth-generation disciples. Come, break through my Glazed Golden Body and see what you can do to me?"

Upon seeing Lu Wubing volunteer for battle, Yu Qingshan immediately jumped onto the stage, ignoring Qin Huaiying's arrangements, picked up his spear, and laughed heartily while patting his chest.

"Senior Brother Yu, you've turned the Golden Body Technique passed down from our patriarch into a turtle shell, making yourself a laughingstock. I think you should practice your spear and sword skills more before you start arguing. Otherwise, even if you win, it won't be honorable..."

"Stab here, stab here."

Yu Qingshan shook his head and sneered:
"I admit I can't out-argue you, Junior Brother Lu. Your little tricks are only good for fooling young girls. They're not very useful in a real fight. Come on, prick my skin a little, and you'll win."

Yu Qingshan stood there casually, arms outstretched, his brows furrowed with arrogance.

"it is good!"

Lu Wubing smiled and took a step forward, covering a distance of five zhang in a flash, leaving only a faint shadow of sword light.

A flash of light.

The person has returned to their original position.

Yu Qingshan clasped his arms together, about to raise his gun to defend himself.

He's not really stupid. If he were to let himself be attacked without any precautions, wouldn't that be insane?
Although he was very confident in his painstakingly cultivated "Great Sun Lapis Lazuli Body," believing that no matter how Lu Wubing attacked, he could not harm his fundamental nature.

However, it's not aesthetically pleasing to have your skin pierced and covered in blood.

boom……

The thunder roared deafeningly.

Yu Qingshan's arms were only halfway closed when his chest, specifically the Tanzhong acupoint, began to tremble violently.

Before the fierce energy cultivated from the Glazed Golden Body could even begin to recoil, an extremely sharp aura rushed into the body.

Without realizing it, he had already been struck by a sword.

Even more outrageous is that although there were no visible injuries, the body's vital energy and blood were instantly disrupted, leaving the whole body feeling weak.

His legs buckled, and with a thud, he fell to the ground.

His hands and feet twitched, and he crawled three or four times before finally struggling to get up like a toad.

He barely escaped with his last breath.

Her pale complexion finally regained its rosy hue.

"Thunderbolt Sword!"

"Lightning flash, thunder roar, such a fast sword..."

"This is the pinnacle of swordsmanship, the ultimate achievement!"

A gasp of surprise rippled through the crowd.

Lu Wubing's sword strike just now was not sudden at all.

Very clear.

However, things changed the moment the sword was drawn.

As he raised his sword, his figure had already traversed five or six zhang (approximately 10-13 meters). The sword light was so fast that only a streak of light remained, making it impossible to see the shadow of the sword itself.

In their ears, they heard a deafening roar of thunder.

Shocking.

The crystal-clear golden body that Yue Lingfeng had been unable to pierce before was now as if it didn't exist in front of him.

With a single sword strike, Yu Qingshan nearly lost his breath.

Looking at the white mark on Yu Qingshan's chest.

Everyone speculated that Lu Wubing might have shown mercy when he attacked.

The logic is simple: if one can disperse defensive energy with a single sword strike, then one can naturally pierce through it with a single sword strike as well.

Not hurting someone's oily skin isn't a sign of incompetence, but rather a form of mockery...

Look at you, no matter how strong your defense is, what good will it do?

"Again, what kind of hero ambushes you?"

Yu Qingshan couldn't believe it at all.

This time, he lowered his waist and hips, his muscles and bones throbbed, and his blood and qi surged like a long river, like a fierce tiger lying on a desolate hill, his spear thrusting like a dragon...

As his arms trembled, a flash of cold light, cutting through the wind, struck Lu Wubing.

With a long spear and a short sword, he could block, parry, and thrust with a single move, which explained his confidence.

"It's no use, there are too many flaws."

Lu Wubing simply shook his head, and his sword light slanted outwards.

Yu Qingshan's fierce and agile figure, like a tiger, seemed to turn into a wild boar, charging wildly towards Lu Wubing's side.

He was so fast that even he couldn't turn around or stop.

The "Crescent Moon Style" of the "Subduing Dragon Sword" appears to be a chop but is actually a guide, using the opponent's force against them.

Lu Wubing didn't even move his feet. His sword transformed into a streak of light, and he thrust it down with a backhand.

The sword, now a blur, had already pierced through Yu Qingshan's shoulder.

Seeing Yu Qingshan fall to the ground clutching his shoulder, struggling to get up, he laughed and said, "When the sword strike is extremely fast, it preemptively disperses your qi and blood, so your golden body is only a layer of skin and flesh that's been strengthened."

Of course, if your marksmanship is truly exceptional, and I can only manage to land one or two stabs without actually harming you.

But your marksmanship is too weak, and your movements too slow... allowing me to strike the same pressure point three or five times in a split second. How could you possibly block that?

Lu Wubing sheathed his sword, his brows furrowed with disdain, and laughed, "Of all martial arts in the world, none is invincible except speed! Senior Brother Yu, you've gone down the wrong path!"

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