Martial Arts Crossover: My Wife is the Top Scholar

Chapter 276 Fighting for One's Life? We can't fight for our lives! We must fight for our lives!

The Sea Demon Ship gradually sailed towards Medicine King Valley.

From some unknown time, a mournful flute melody, like a lament or a sob, began to play on the ship, giving one a feeling of tightness in the chest, shortness of breath, and a sense of oppression throughout the body.

That feeling was as if the whole world had become desolate and lonely. It was a heartbreaking melody, with the setting sun turning and twisting endlessly, leaving one heartbroken.

Strangely enough, people's fantasies about the martial arts world are often about heroes with heroic spirit and tender hearts, or heroes with weak will, tender feelings, and being unable to control their own destiny.

Heroic spirit, sword fights, conspiracies, and bloody battles are common, but stories of tender love and heartbroken lovers are extremely rare.

At this moment, there are three pairs in Medicine King Valley.

Three completely different pairs of infatuated men and women.

He Yu and Leng Biqiao, one a powerful pirate who dominated the South China Sea, the other a bewitching enchantress, the least likely people to fall in love, yet their love was earth-shattering.

Shi Jiugong and Pinggu, one a well-bred lady from a prestigious family, the other a skilled and compassionate doctor, are separated by social class, a wall separating them, yet an insurmountable chasm.

Zhao Tianjue is a ruthless and patient senior brother, while Heizhima is a junior sister burdened with a blood feud. The grudges and affections of their elders prevent them from being together.

Zhao Tianjue faced off against Bai Wulang.

Bai Wulang is the murderer who killed Hei Zhima, and also the avenger who sent Zhao Tianjue a letter of revenge.

Three years ago, in order to obtain the "Eight Ultimate Divine Skill Manual", Zhao Tianjue led a group of assassins to storm into the mansion of his junior brother Di Buping, killing all the old and young in the family and setting a fire that burned the Di family mansion to the ground.

Di Buping is Bai Wulang's savior.

When the Di family was destroyed, Bai Wulang was slashed in the face by Zhao Tianjue's subordinates, but he survived by chance. He crawled out of the burning ruins and vowed to avenge Di Buping.

Bai Wulang coldly said, "I swear on the cenotaph of my benefactor that I will kill your entire family within forty months and use your head to pay tribute to my benefactor."

"Did you kill Black Sesame?"

"You killed my wife, my benefactor, and I killed your beloved, your right-hand man. This is perfectly fair. Do you have anything else to say?"

"What I want to say is... Die!"

Zhao Tianjue swung his gun at Bai Wulang.

The guards of Butterfly City are all swordsmen. Many people think that Zhao Tianjue is also a swordsman, but this is wrong. Zhao Tianjue is most skilled in spear fighting and is adept at using the Juntie Diangang spear.

"Qiang!"

Bai Wulang drew his sword.

A short sword, about seven inches long.

Zhao Tianjue wielded a steel-tipped spear, giving him an absolute advantage in weaponry. Bai Wulang's short sword was utterly powerless, as weapons inherently possess no power.

The power is in the hands of the swordsman.

The spears flew like a torrential rain, and the swords flashed like rainbows.

There is no possibility of reconciliation between the two.

Even with a fortune of gold and high-ranking titles, nothing could sway their resolve: only one could live!
Zhao Tianjue launched a series of powerful attacks, hoping to seize the initiative with his superior weaponry and kill Bai Wulang in one fell swoop.

Three years ago, during the massacre, Zhao Tianjue didn't even bother to look at Bai Wulang. Bai Wulang was like a mayfly or an ant; Zhao Tianjue could crush him with a single lift of his boot.

Forty months have passed, and everything is very different.

Bai Wulang was able to break Zhao Tianjue's spear technique with a two-foot short sword. The two attacked each other, exchanging fifty blows in the blink of an eye. With a flash of sword light, blood flowed freely.

Zhao Tianjue was the first to get injured.

Zhao Tianjue took two steps back, sideways with the spear, and changed from attacking without defending to attacking and defending at the same time. Although Bai Wulang's swordsmanship was sharp, it was really dangerous for him to break through the spear curtain of nine-foot spears with a two-foot short sword.

Bai Wulang is not afraid of death.

He feared he wouldn't be able to carry out his revenge.

The two reached a stalemate.

Zhao Tianjue's defense was watertight, and Bai Wulang was unable to break through the spear shadow. Instead, due to the haste of his offensive, he exposed a very small flaw.

A glint of light flashed in Zhao Tianjue's eyes.

Zhao Tianjue did not rush to make a move because he was unsure whether it was a flaw in his swordsmanship or a ploy to lure the enemy. Zhao Tianjue was a very steady person and was best at enduring hardship.

One hundred moves, two hundred moves, three hundred moves...

Zhao Tianjue secretly calculated that Bai Wulang needed to guide his Qi back to its origin every seventy-two moves, which would consume one second of his time. In order to buy time, he would launch a strong attack on the seventy-first move, but this would be counterproductive and expose his weakness.

Once, twice, three times, four times!
There are only three things to do!

Zhao Tianjue discovered it once, and confirmed it three times, confirming that this flaw was not a trap, and that even if they fell into Bai Wulang's trap, there was a way to turn defeat into victory.

359 moves!

Bai Wulang swung his sword, unleashing a three-foot-long sword beam to buy himself time to catch his breath. Zhao Tianjue flicked his wrist, sending a large spear flower piercing through the sword shadow and aiming for his vital chest and abdomen.

A spear is longer and faster than a sword.

In an instant, the offensive and defensive positions were reversed.

Bai Wulang launched 359 attacks, gaining a 359-move advantage. However, if he made even one mistake, it would be the moment he was killed.

A master can kill with a single move.

The difference between victory and defeat is as thin as a hair's breadth.

Bai Wulang's attack was too fierce, and his sword technique was already worn out. There was no way he could avoid this spear. A sense of revenge flashed in Zhao Tianjue's eyes. In a flash, Bai Wulang suddenly leaped upwards, like a nimble lark, flying out from under the tip of the steel spear and avoiding the fatal blow.

"laugh!"

Bai Wulang flipped over and landed behind Zhao Tianjue, slashing his sword at Zhao Tianjue's back. This strike was both an opening and a trap, using a genuine weakness to lure the enemy.

While practicing his sword, Bai Wulang discovered that he had a very special weakness. Human strength is finite, and even if one practices diligently for a hundred years, it is impossible to cover up this weakness.

Since it cannot be concealed, we might as well use it to lure the enemy.

Based on this flaw, Bai Wulang painstakingly created three follow-up sword techniques, hoping to turn defeat into victory.

Zhao Tianjue sneered.

Faced with a sudden attack from behind, the best spear technique is the Earth Dragon Turn, and the best sword technique is Su Qin Carrying the Sword. Zhao Tianjue did not choose either of these two techniques to deal with it; instead, he chose to kick.

Commonly known as: kicking!

He kicked Bai Wulang hard in the abdomen with his right leg.

Even more powerful than the foot-piercing attack is the highly poisonous flying needle.

This is Zhao Tianjue's killer move.

The trump card, the last resort.

Twelve poisoned needles were shot out silently. The two sides were so close that Zhao Tianjue was willing to bet everything that Bai Wulang would die from the poisoned needles.

Zhao Tianjue won the bet nine times!

Gambling in the long run will inevitably lead to losses.

Therefore, Zhao Tianjue lost.

Bai Wulang was prepared. He drew his short sword in a Tai Chi arc, catching all twelve flying needles. Then he thrust his sword straight at Bai Wulang, sending half of Bai Wulang's thigh flying into the air.

"what!"

Zhao Tianjue screamed and fell to the ground.

"You...how do you know..."

"Because you like Heizhima so much, you were worried that she would fight He Yu to the death, and that she would die at He Yu's hands, so you passed on all your life's skills to Heizhima."

I had already seen this deadly move when I killed Black Sesame. I never expected that Zhao Tianjue, the usually patient Lord of Butterfly City, would die because of love.

Do you have any further questions?

I don't like people setting off with doubts!

How can your martial arts be so strong?

"Of course, it's all thanks to you!"

Bai Wulang took out a secret manual from his pocket.

The Eight Ultimate Divine Skills Manual

This is a record of the secrets learned by the Eight Masters throughout their lives.

Zhao Tianjue slaughtered Di Buping's entire family for this secret manual. Unfortunately, even after burning Di Buping's house to the ground, he still couldn't find the manual. Unexpectedly, the manual ended up in Bai Wulang's hands.

Ling Tuisi's famous quote is very true.

Massacres of entire families often leave survivors.

The one who survives often has a miraculous encounter.

Looking at the manual in Bai Wulang's hand, Zhao Tianjue closed his eyes: "I have one last request, please bury me with Black Sesame, I beg you!"

"I promise, hahahahaha..."

Bai Wulang let out a chilling, terrifying laugh, with two drops of bloody tears seeping from the corners of his eyes.

A flash of sword light, and the manual turned to ashes. Blood spurted from Zhao Tianjue's chest and throat. A piece of white silk fell on the corpse, on which was the list of murderers.

37/24, Dog.

The fifth day of the thirty-eighth month, the Sheep.

Thirty-eighths month, twelfth day, black sesame seeds.

On the ninth day of the thirty-ninth month, Zhao Tianjue. The first three lines were stained with blood, and now the last line was stained red with Zhao Tianjue's blood. Bai Wulang's revenge, which he had painstakingly planned for forty months, had finally come to fruition.

Zhao Tianjue, the city lord of Butterfly City, is dead!
The mysterious swordsman Bai Wulang has disappeared!

No one has seen him since.

He may be living in seclusion in the Tianshan Mountains.

It's also possible to travel around the world.

……

Inside Butterfly City.

Sang Qixing was blasted into pieces by Miss Wang. Even before he died, he was still wondering how a contemporary martial artist from the Central Plains who had lived overseas for more than ten years could become so brutal.

The world of martial arts is changing far too fast.

Everyone says pirates are cruel, but you are even more cruel!

The martial arts world of the Central Plains is terrifying!

O Poseidon! O Dragon King! Take me home!
Miss Wang put away her Overlord Spear, looked at Sang Qixing who had been blasted into dozens of pieces, and suddenly thought of something. She dabbed some blood on Pinggu's clothes.

Pinggu: "Girl, what are you doing?"

Miss Wang: "Let's play matchmaker!"

"Whose matchmaking turned out so bloody?"

“My husband told me a story. The old patriarch who revived Medicine King Valley more than seventy years ago found his ideal husband in this way. Don’t be afraid. My husband is of a very high generation. Master Shi Jiu wouldn’t dare to be presumptuous!”

"May I ask... what is this..."

"Don't misunderstand, the man who was eating the sesame seed cake here just now is my husband. He's not an old geezer or a centenarian monster. His master is of a higher generation."

"How tall is it?"

"The oldest elder in Medicine King Valley is of the same generation as my husband. Disciples under sixty are either his nephews or grand-disciples..."

Miss Wang raised her eyebrows smugly.

Pinggu's face was full of black lines.

Your whole family are insane!
The seniority system in the martial arts world is quite peculiar.

Especially when it comes to centenarian monsters.

The most obvious example is the Seven Heroes of Wudang.

According to seniority, Abbess Miejue, the third-generation leader of the Emei Buddhist sect, was the niece of the Seven Heroes of Wudang. Ji Xiaofu was two generations younger than Yin Liting. In fact, Song Yuanqiao, Yu Lianzhou, Yu Daiyan, and Zhang Songxi were of the same generation as Abbess Miejue. Yin Liting and Mo Shenggu treated her with the respect due to a junior, as did Song Qingshu. The issue of seniority was based solely on age.

People of similar age are considered peers.

They are very different in age, one or two generations apart.

The problem lies with Zhang Sanfeng.

Zhang Sanfeng was too old and of too high a seniority.

Zhang Sanfeng could easily take on a disciple, and that disciple would be at the top of the martial arts world, several generations higher than the leaders of ordinary major sects, with juniors everywhere.

Using this kind of seniority to navigate the world is very inconvenient.

Therefore, when Wudang disciples travel the martial arts world, they mostly rely on age to determine seniority, a tacit understanding among everyone.

Because of Yi Tianxing, Yi Jifeng's seniority in Medicine King Valley was lowered by one generation; otherwise, the white-haired Shi Jiugong would have to call Li Zhaoting his Grand Uncle.

Li Zhaoting spent the Chinese New Year in Medicine King Valley, and when he came out, he had spent all of his annual salary.

……

Outside Butterfly City.

Tang Zhuquan and Nie Wu fought fiercely.

Nie Wuduo, nicknamed "Poison Scholar," is skilled at killing with poisonous weapons. His swordsmanship is even more ruthless than that of a poisonous snake. In the Sea Demon Sect, his status is second only to the sect leader, He Yu.

Tang Zhuquan completely defeated Nie Wu.

Tang Zhuquan could easily avoid poison.

Tang Zhuquan is most skilled at catching hidden weapons.

Nie Wuduo can only win by using swordsmanship.

Coincidentally, Tang Zhuquan was skilled with a gun and possessed a Tianlong Trident, a gift from Li Zhaoting.

Its entire body is icy cold, and it can cut through iron like mud.

After fighting for dozens of rounds, Nie Wu's precious sword was broken by the trident. Tang Zhuquan roared, "Poisonous Scholar, you'd better give me your life! I'll kill you today!"

The Heavenly Dragon Trident swept across.

Nie Wu's severed head flew into the air.

Tang Zhuquan looked around.

The swordsmen from Butterfly City and Medicine King Valley clashed with the disciples of the Sea Demon Cult, resulting in a bloodbath and countless deaths, a scene that was truly horrifying.

Tang Zhuquan had been in the business for over ten years, experiencing countless battles, killing countless notorious bandits, and facing countless life-threatening crises, but he had never seen such a brutal and bloody battle, which exceeded his imagination.

Generally speaking, if bandits encounter strong resistance during a robbery, they are likely to flee in disarray.

The Sea Demon Cult disciples did not flee.

Instead of running away, they became even more frantic.

They weren't bandits, they were pirates.

Outlaw bandits can run away, or they can return to their stronghold and seal the gates. But where can pirates run to?

In any boarding action, a fight to the death is inevitable.

Seeing blood doesn't frighten pirates; it only drives them crazier. Even if their martial arts skills and techniques are inferior to their opponents, they will still bite hard.

This is the wildness forged in raging storms.

This is the survival rule of pirates.

There is nowhere to escape to in the vast ocean.

Towering waves and harsh environment.

The only way to obtain necessities is through bravery!
Either kill the enemy, or be killed!

In a daze, Tang Zhuquan felt something was amiss.

The Sea Demon Cult boasts numerous experts and elite troops; if commanded properly, they would have already breached Butterfly City.

Why did this happen?
He Yu is a notorious pirate in the South China Sea, known for his plundering and causing havoc for decades. He has survived countless trials of survival. How could he be so clumsy in his actions?

One by one, the senior managers took turns to pry open the clenched fists, only to have their fingers broken, be lured into traps, and fall into the most desperate predicament.

Even the most inexperienced rookie knows to gather all their strength and launch a fierce attack. He Yu has fought for many years and defeated countless powerful enemies. How come he is not even as good as an amateur?

Even a layman shouldn't be this clueless!
Various thoughts flashed through Tang Zhuquan's mind.

Soon, Tang Zhuquan had no time to overthink things.

Dozens of elite members of the Sea Demon Sect surrounded Tang Zhuquan, swinging their ghost-head sabers at him with fierce courage and fearlessness. No matter how Tang Zhuquan killed, someone would always rush up to him.

Blood splattered across the bamboo forest outside Medicine King Valley.

……

Sea Demon Ship.

The Jade Flute and the Purple Rose Soft Sword clashed.

The jade flute is two feet six inches long, and a short sword is hidden inside. When the short sword is extended, it is three feet eight inches long.

Its shape resembles a "bamboo tube knife".

It can be used as a short stick, short knife, or short sword. It can be used for acupressure, striking, slashing, and thrusting. It is a very useful and unusual weapon, often used by ninjas in the Central Plains.

They weren't Japanese ninjas, but rather ninjas sent by the martial arts forces of the Central Plains to Japan to learn ninjutsu. The bamboo tube sword was suitable for performing ninjutsu and also allowed them to reminisce about their homeland. No one liked doing this more than an assassin organization.

In martial arts history, the most skilled master of using bamboo tube knives was Hui Wenzhong, also known as "Shanling," during the Wu Zhou period. He participated in a rebellion and died at the hands of Li Yuanfang.

During that period, Hui Wenzhong was undoubtedly the number one ninja and the number one assassin in the world.

His martial arts skills spread throughout the martial arts world.

Most of the so-called martial arts techniques such as sword in the flute, sword in the dizi, and sword in the staff are related to this. He Yu is no exception. His moves are as fast as lightning. The sound of air flowing through the holes of the flute can make people dizzy.

This is not the most dangerous part.

The most dangerous thing was the gunpowder on the ship.

It could explode if it comes into contact with even the slightest open flame, or even a spark from the clash of weapons.

Li Zhaoting's enemy was not He Yu, but the gunpowder in the ship's hold. He Yu was not afraid of death, and the tactics of trading injury for injury and life for life had no effect on him.

Don't risk your life!

Don't fight hard!

No sparks flying everywhere!

(End of this chapter)