Sword drawn from the constellations, poison as its edge.

Chapter 160 One Poison Finger
This person spoke as if he were a foreigner learning Chinese for the first time, and his speech was strange in every way.

Azi and the others turned their heads to look, only to see a Western Xia warrior wearing leather armor who had somehow left the main battlefield and run behind them.

The man was of medium build, with a sallow complexion and no expression, looking like a zombie. However, his eyes were still quite lively, staring intently at Azi's face.

Azi retorted angrily, "Why are you staring at me like that? How dare you even look at my face?"

Zhong Ling said fearfully, "Zi Yatou, this person looks like a ghost! Quickly call Brother Jiang back!"

Azi scoffed, "Stupid girl, can't you see? The experts of the Western Xia Kingdom all wear their own clothes. Those wearing leather armor are just common soldiers. Even if they are ghosts, they are just lowly ghost soldiers. Do you think I, the mighty White Snake Spirit of Kunlun Mountain, would be afraid of a lowly ghost soldier? Watch how I kill him!"

Having said that, he drew his sword, leaped into the air, and thrust it forward. But halfway through the thrust, he suddenly twisted his wrist, changing the thrust into a slash. This was a move from the Duan family sword style called "Vertical Seize and Horizontal Strike".

This move was executed with remarkable skill. Bao Butong and Feng Bo'e, seeing that she was so young yet possessed such prowess, couldn't help but exclaim in unison, "What excellent swordsmanship!"

Ah Zi was smug and thought she was sure to win, but unexpectedly, as the sword slashed down, the yellow-faced warrior twisted his body, raised his waist knife close to his body, knocked the long sword away with a clang, and then slashed down diagonally with the momentum of his twist, his posture like a willow swaying in the wind, which was very beautiful and pleasing to the eye.

Feng Bo'e exclaimed in surprise, "Oh my, isn't that the Returning Wind Willow Blade from the Jiangnan Shi family? How come this Xia Gou can use it too!"

Azhu and Abi shouted in unison, "Azi, be careful!"

The opponent's strike appeared to be elusive and effortless, but in reality, it was extremely fast and executed at a very tricky angle.

The moment Azi's longsword was deflected, the opponent's blade arrived. Her expression changed drastically, and in an instant, her heart sank: It's over! This time, the wooden man and that brat are getting all the benefits!
Then three sharp clanging sounds rang out in quick succession, and A-Zhu cried out urgently, "Sister, run!"

Azi was startled, only then realizing that she was still alive. The yellow-faced warrior wildly wielded his single sword, deflecting three hidden arrows. Mu Wanqing followed closely behind, her single sword dancing into a ball of light, aimlessly sweeping towards the warrior.

Did the wooden figure save me?

Before A Zi could react, Mu Wanqing had already exchanged three blows with the opponent. Then she heard the warrior say indifferently, "The Flaming Asura Blade of the Yunnan Asura Sect, huh? Heh, this sword technique was considered top-notch a hundred years ago. It's just that the Pink-Faced Rakshasa died too early, and more than half of the eighty-one moves of the sword technique have been lost. It has long since become commonplace."

After saying that, he launched three consecutive attacks. Observing the principles and techniques of his swordsmanship, it was indeed of the same lineage as Mu Wanqing's swordsmanship, but the variations and power were obviously very different.

Mu Wanqing staggered back three steps, flustered and disorganized. The samurai's blade flashed, and he swept out with a low kick. Mu Wanqing cried out in pain and sat down on the ground with a thud.

Azi angrily retorted, "How dare you hit the wooden figure!"

He leaped forward again, thrusting out his sword, which then turned into a horizontal slash midway, just like his previous move.

A hint of amusement flashed in the yellow-faced warrior's eyes. He twisted his body, raised his sword, and first struck, then slashed, just as he had done before.

This time, Azi was fully focused. She sidestepped and thrust out her left index finger, aiming straight for the opponent's pulse point.

The yellow-faced warrior whispered, "One-Finger Divine Skill!"

He quickly withdrew his hand to avoid it, his expression unchanged, but his voice held a hint of joy: "Haha, wonderful, you really are the daughter of the Duan family! Little girl, what's your name, Duan?"

Ah Zi shouted, "Your name is 'Severing Your Life'!"

As he spoke, he thrust out his longsword, his left index finger poised to strike—a killing technique employing both sword and finger techniques in the Dali Duan style.

Mu Wanqing knew that Azi couldn't beat this person, so she got up and said, "Zi girl, let's go side by side!"

She raised her hand and shot out a hidden arrow, brandishing her sword. Seeing that her opponent recognized the Blazing Asura Blade, she simply switched to a more ordinary sword technique.

Zhong Ling's eyes darted around, and she shouted, "I'm here too! Sisters united, their strength can break metal! Charge! Kill!"

She had no weapons and dared not face such a master empty-handed, so she first said to Feng Bo'e, "Uncle, can I borrow your knife?"

Without waiting for a reply, he drew his knife in a flash and charged forward, yelling.

Zhong Wanchou was a master swordsman, Gan Baobao was a disciple of the Shura Sect, and Zhong Ling naturally knew how to use a sword as well. Although it was a single-edged sword, she wielded it with great force and wide swings, displaying the imposing aura of a large ringed sword. Among these three women, Mu Wanqing and A Zi were both quite skilled, while Zhong Ling had less experience, but her family's martial arts skills were still formidable.

But the yellow-faced warrior's skill was truly superb. He wielded his sword with relentless, aggressive moves, and he used different sword techniques on each person, as if he were fighting three different people simultaneously. Although his tone was calm, he spoke quite a lot.

After a while, he said to Mu Wanqing, "Are you also the daughter of the Prince of Zhennan? Otherwise, how can we address each other as sisters? Hehe, take a look at my few moves of the Asura Blade Technique. If you can remember them, consider it my gift to you."

After a while, he said to Zhong Ling, "Since you are a member of the Duan family, where did you learn the Wanjie Valley killing knife technique? This knife technique is very crude. It's fine for a rough man to use it, but for a girl of your character to use this knife technique, wouldn't it be like Diao Chan wielding a big hammer?"

After a while, he said to Azi, "Although the Duan Family Sword One-Finger Divine Skill is extraordinary, the Duan Family Sword is derived from battle formations and emphasizes momentum. Girls find it difficult to master its essence. The One-Finger Divine Skill is even more about skill. With your fingers like this, what's wrong with me poking your fingers a hundred times?"

He burst into laughter: "You ladies are all martial arts prodigies. Why don't you come with me? I guarantee you'll see a whole new world of martial arts."

The three women were furious at his frivolous words, so angry that they gritted their teeth. While fighting, Azi shouted, "What a glimpse into your sister's beauty!"

She called out again, "Sister Azhu, the Xixia dogs are very powerful, come and help!"

A'Zhu readily agreed, "Okay!"

Just as he was about to make a move, he was tightly grabbed by Abi. He turned around in surprise and saw Abi with a complicated expression, gently shaking her head with her lips pursed.

Azhu asked curiously, "Why are you stopping me?"

After saying that, he suddenly realized: "Could it be that he..."

Abi pressed her hand to Azhu's cherry lips and nodded gently.

A Zhu's expression changed drastically. She turned her head and saw Bao Butong and Feng Bo'e with strange expressions on their faces. Bao Butong, in particular, was always a man of strong words. The yellow-faced warrior kept talking. According to Bao Butong's personality, he should have shouted "No, no!" and then argued and pointed out that the other party was wrong. Why was he so quiet like a sick chicken?
The three women, including Azi, were caught up in the situation and couldn't keep an eye on Azhu and the others. Seeing that Azhu hadn't come to help for a long time, they assumed that Azhu's martial arts skills were too weak and she didn't dare to step forward.

Azi's eyes darted around, and she suddenly said, "You Xixia dog, you boast about how great you are, talking about a whole new world of martial arts. I don't believe it. My Duan family's One-Finger Divine Skill is the best in the world. You dare to say you're not afraid of being poked a hundred times? Hmph, if you dare let me poke you once, how about I become your disciple?"

The yellow-faced warrior was overjoyed and shouted, "Excellent! A gentleman's word is as good as his whip!"

With that, she twisted her sword, and Azi's sword struck Zhong Ling's blade, which in turn struck Mu Wanqing's blade. Mu Wanqing's blade then struck Azi's sword. The three women cried out in surprise, and their weapons fell to the ground.

The yellow-faced warrior grinned smugly, assumed a hidden-sword stance, puffed out his chest, and slapped it hard, declaring arrogantly, "Come and poke me!"

Azi said, "Okay!"

With both hands outstretched, the left and right index fingers were used to poke the yellow-faced warrior's two eyeballs.

The yellow-faced warrior was surprised that she would poke his eyes. He quickly reached out to cover his eyes, but Ah Zi's two fingers fell at the same time, poking the yellow-faced warrior in the chest with two quick pokes.

The yellow-faced warrior felt only a slight pressure from the finger and laughed heartily. But after only two laughs, he felt two burning pains spread rapidly from the spot where he had been stabbed. He was immediately horrified and cried out, "Damn it, you used poison?"

Afraid of his counterattack, Azi leaped back and said smugly, "It takes decades to master the One-Finger Divine Skill. I don't have time to practice it. Hmph, this is my own Poison Finger Divine Skill. How does it taste?"

The samurai reacted quickly, sealing several pressure points on himself and shouting, "Bring me the antidote!"

Azi turned and ran. Zhong Ling followed suit and grabbed Mu Wanqing as they ran. Azi shouted as she ran, "Come and chase me! If you catch me, I'll give you the antidote! Hahahaha, you big ginger, there are bad guys chasing me!"

The warrior swayed, and as expected, dared not give chase. He used his inner strength to suppress the poison and turned to flee.

Bao Butong shouted, "Where do you think you're going! Hmph, Fourth Brother Feng, let's go after him and kill him!"

The two chased after the yellow-faced warrior. When Abi saw this, she quickly pulled Azhu along and followed.

(End of this chapter)