Wuxia: Start with max-level Nine Yang Divine Skill

He carried a heavy iron axe in his hand, the blade gleaming coldly, yet it felt as light as a hair in his hand, clearly demonstrating his astonishing arm strength.

This man's name is Xiong Kuohai. He has mastered external martial arts to the highest level and is known in the martial arts world as "Three Axes to Split the Sea".

The other man was a fair-skinned, beardless middle-aged scholar who held an iron-framed folding fan and gently waved it. His eyes were sinister. He was none other than Du Wenshu, the Iron Fan Scholar.

His iron fan was made of fine steel, with sharp ribs and hidden mechanisms for poison needles on the fan surface. His moves were unpredictable, and combined with his considerable internal strength, he could injure people invisibly. He was a top master who was a headache in the martial arts world.

Only Tang Jin felt a chill when he saw Li Fu charging forward with unstoppable momentum and a sharp killing intent emanating from him.

He had seen Li Fu fight someone from afar before. Although it was just a fleeting glimpse, the martial arts skills he displayed in every move left a deep impression on him and he would never forget them.

Seeing Li return with murderous intent, it was clear that he had come with ill intentions and was after Eunuch Yicai.

Tang Jin smiled slightly and shook his head.

"I was fortunate enough to witness Officer Li's skills, and I have always admired his martial arts prowess."

No matter what, I dare not be an enemy of Constable Li.

It seems I won't be getting this kind of salary as a retainer in the eunuch's household.

After saying that, he stepped back a few steps, clearly intending to distance himself from the matter and indicating that he would avoid Li Fu.

Han Jun, Xiong Kuohai, and Du Wenshu were all taken aback upon seeing this, and then their faces showed disdain.

Xiong Kuohai sneered, "Master Tang, you also have a great reputation in the martial arts world."

That's so spineless. You're scared like this by a mere young upstart in the martial arts world.

Don't you feel ashamed?

Du Wenshu shook his iron fan and said, "Isn't Senior Tang's Thousand-Handed Centipede Hidden Weapon Skill known as unparalleled in Sichuan?"

Why are you already hesitant before even making a move?

"I used to have a lot of respect for Master Tang, but now it seems I respected the wrong person."

Han Jun let out a cold laugh, and his long sword was drawn half a foot from its sheath with a clang, its cold light dazzling the eye.

"Han's sword, with its swiftness, has never feared anyone."

Today we'll see if this Captain Li, who wields the Divine Dragon Palm, is truly as formidable as the rumors suggest!

His words were full of confidence and provocation, showing that he did not take Li Futai seriously.

The three of them had been famous in the martial arts world for many years, each with their own unique skills. They were confident that their martial arts were second to none, so how could they be swayed by Tang Jin's retreat?

Tang Jin's retreat immediately drew several sarcastic remarks, but he seemed unfazed, as if the insults had washed away his face.

Many people in the martial arts world are not as skilled as they claim, but he knew that Li Fu was the opposite; his martial arts skills were completely inconsistent with his reputation.

Although Li Fu's reputation is already quite high in the martial arts world, his martial arts skills are actually far more terrifying than his fame.

"Get out of my way if you don't want to die!"

Li Fu's gaze swept coldly over them, lingering only on Tang Jin for a moment before turning towards the inner courtyard and taking a step forward.

The fighting sounds in the courtyard seemed to have stopped, but there were no panicked cries from the servants, which meant that the eunuch was still alive and did not want to waste any more time there.

"joke!"

Xiong Kuohai was the first to lose his temper. He roared and swung his axe with both hands, unleashing a powerful strike that cleaved Mount Hua in two, accompanied by a whistling sound, and slashed down fiercely at Li Fudang's head!

The iron axe, wielding the power to split mountains and cleave rocks, whipped up a gust of wind that sent dust billowing up a foot above the ground.

This axe strike was powerful and heavy, capable of splitting even a boulder as large as a bushel, clearly demonstrating the full force used.

"Take this!"

Almost simultaneously, Han Jun drew his longsword, its light flashing like lightning, and thrust it straight at Li Fu's throat. It was so fast that only a cold glint could be seen, and the sword itself was nowhere to be seen.

His swift swordsmanship was renowned throughout Jiangnan, and countless masters had fallen to his unparalleled speed.

Du Wenshu's iron fan, sharp as a blade, followed closely behind Han Jun, swaying unpredictably like a viper's tail, as it pierced through the air and attacked Li Fu.

Three top martial arts masters attacked at the same time.

Ordinary experts would likely be killed instantly in the face of such a siege.

Li Fu seemed oblivious, his forward momentum undiminished. The true energy of the Yi Jin Jing within his body surged forth, unleashing a century's worth of accumulated power, with a faint dragon-shaped aura surrounding his entire body!

He casually struck out with his left palm, which was the opening move of the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, "The Dragon Regrets."

This palm strike may seem ordinary, but as the force is released, an immense, powerful, and fierce force surges forth like a raging tide!

The air seemed to freeze where the palm strike passed.

Xiong Kuohai's giant axe, capable of splitting mountains and shattering rocks, struck this palm strike as if it had cleaved a wall of copper and iron!

Instead of making any progress, an irresistible force rebounded back.

His arms trembled violently, his tiger's mouth split open, and the heavy axe flew out of his hands, crashing with a loud thud onto the artificial hill several meters away, sending sparks flying.

He himself was struck as if by a giant hammer, his tall body flying backward, crashing into a locust tree as thick as a bowl before rolling to the ground, his sternum shattered, and blood gushing from his mouth.

Han Jun's swift sword pierced to within three feet of Li Fu's throat, but could not advance any further, as an invisible wall of energy blocked its path.

He was horrified and desperately wanted to change his tactics.

He was horrified and desperately wanted to change his tactics.

"come over!"

Li Fu's eyes were indifferent. He casually made a move and accurately grabbed the tip of the sword. He used the Qiankun Great Shift technique to stick to the sword and then pulled it along!

Han Jun was shocked and tried to use his strength to snatch it back, but the longsword seemed to be cast into the opponent's fingers and did not move at all. Moreover, a powerful true energy came from the sword, which made him tremble all over and his muscles and bones went weak.

At the same time, he suddenly felt a pulling force coming from the sword, and he staggered forward involuntarily.

Li Fu held the sword tip, pulled and twisted it, and the long sword wrapped around his neck.

Han Jun spun around uncontrollably, blood flashing on his neck. His eyes widened in disbelief as he collapsed, sword still in his hand. He died in a suicidal posture.

Those who didn't know the truth might have thought he had committed suicide.

Those in the know found it even more terrifying: a top martial arts master of his generation had been killed so contemptuously, like a cat playing with a mouse.

Swish swish!

Seeing the two men die suddenly, Du Wenshu was greatly shocked and quickly changed his tactics.

The iron fan unfolded, and the mechanism in the fan ribs clicked softly. Several blue, gleaming poison needles shot out, covering Li Fu's major acupoints!

However, the poisoned needles he shot, even when they reached within a few feet of Li Fu, also struck the extremely condensed three-foot-long barrier of true energy. The energy walls froze in mid-air.

"go!"

Immediately shaken by the powerful internal force flowing through Li Fu's body, they were sent flying back, even faster than when they came!

Du Wenshu was shocked and hurriedly waved his iron fan to block, but in his haste, he could not block it completely.

With a few soft thuds, two poisoned needles pierced his shoulder and arm.

He screamed in agony, his face turning from white to black in an instant, and hurriedly tried to take out the antidote to detoxify himself.

Li Fu would not give him a chance. With a powerful palm strike, he aimed directly at Du Wenshu, who was blocking his way.

Du Wenshu was flustered and panicked. He quickly waved his iron fan, creating many fan shadows to protect himself.

Li Fu's palm strike was incredibly powerful.

The palm strike shattered the iron fan, its power undiminished, leaving an imprint on his chest.

"Bang!"

Du Wenshu was struck as if by a heavy hammer; the sound of his sternum shattering was clearly audible. He spat out blood, flew backward, and lost his iron fan. He was already dead when he landed.

From the moment the three attacked to their deaths, it was only a fleeting instant!

Li Fu didn't even bother to look at the three men seriously. With a few casual moves, he crushed three top masters who had been famous in the martial arts world for many years and each had their own unique skills as easily as swatting flies!

Completely crushing everything in its path!

Tang Jin, who had been watching helplessly from the sidelines, broke out in a cold sweat.

Fortunately, he reacted quickly and did not make a move; otherwise, there would probably have been one more corpse on the ground than the previous one.

After dealing with the three men, Li Fu didn't stop. He glanced coldly at Tang Jin, and seeing that Tang Jin had no intention of making a move, he ignored him and went straight into the inner courtyard flower hall.

"That was close...that was close...This Constable Li's martial arts are even more terrifying than what I saw that day. It seems that this was not even his full strength!"

That's terrifying.

Tang Jin watched Li Fu's disappearing figure, then looked at the corpses of Han Jun, Xiong Kuohai, and Du Wenshu on the ground. These three had previously mocked him for losing face, but now they had lost their own lives.

He breathed a long sigh of relief, feeling incredibly fortunate.

Losing face is better than losing your life.

It's not shameful to bow your head and retreat when faced with a formidable expert.

Unfortunately, these three people can only understand this principle in their next life.

……

The inner courtyard flower hall was in a mess.

More than a dozen knife marks of varying depths crisscrossed the ground, tearing the magnificent Persian carpet to shreds.

A thick nanmu beam broke in the middle, sending wood chips flying everywhere.

"hateful……"

Liu Mianfeng supported himself with the curved knife in his hand, kneeling on one knee in the ruins, blood constantly flowing from the corner of his mouth, staining the blue clothes on his chest red.

His face was pale, his eyes fixed on the front, filled with resentment and shock.

On the soft couch in front, the eunuch leaned back leisurely, his brocade robe intact, except that the left sleeve had been cut open by a sharp blade, revealing a dark gold lining underneath.

His face showed no panic, but rather a hint of playful mockery, like a cat catching a mouse.

Three feet in front of the soft couch stood a middle-aged monk dressed in an apricot-yellow robe.

This man was about thirty or forty years old, over eight feet tall, with broad shoulders and a thick back. Standing there, he resembled a small mountain, giving people an immense sense of oppression.

He had a square face, prominent brow bones, and a sharp glint in his eyes. He exuded an aura of authority, and every move he made carried immense power.

It was none other than Shi Zhuo, the golden-bodied Arhat who had forced Shaolin to suffer a silent loss in the past.

A large hole, about ten feet in diameter, was broken in the wall on the left side of the flower hall, with bricks and stones scattered all over the ground.

Through the hole, you can see that the walls of several houses behind have been smashed through, forming a straight passage leading to a distant courtyard!

Those were the traces left by Shi Zhuo when he arrived.

Hearing the commotion, he didn't go around, but directly smashed through several walls with his bare body, like a walking golden Buddha statue, heavy as a ton, unstoppable, and strolled leisurely into the flower hall!

Previously, Liu Mianfeng felt he had thought things through thoroughly and made several arrangements. He then sought an audience with Eunuch Yicai in the powerless mansion as a newly recruited retainer, saying he had important matters to tell him.

After dismissing everyone around him, he suddenly launched an attack, his curved blade transforming into a blue lightning bolt as he slashed straight at the eunuch's throat!

That slash was fast, ruthless, and accurate; it was a killing move from the Deadly Blade technique created by his father, Liu Jingxing, and he was confident that even top-tier martial arts masters would be killed in one strike.

To everyone's surprise, my father-in-law turned out to be no weakling at all!

At the critical moment, the old eunuch twisted his body strangely, sliding away a foot like an eel, and struck the side of the knife with his palm.

Although he didn't completely dodge it, the blade only grazed his sleeve, but his quick thinking and skill were far beyond what ordinary martial arts masters could achieve!

Just as Liu Mianfeng was about to deliver another blow after being startled, he suddenly heard a series of loud rumbling sounds coming from behind him!

Before he could even turn around, he felt an overwhelming pressure rushing towards him!

Immediately, a dark gold-colored hand with large knuckles reached out from the side, and with a seemingly casual pinch of the index and middle fingers, it firmly held his lightning-fast slash, which was infused with all his strength!

The sword strike came to an abrupt halt!

Liu Mianfeng tried his best to snatch it back, but the curved blade seemed to be cast between those two fingers, remaining completely still!

He was terrified. He looked up and saw a yellow-robed monk standing beside him, staring at him with icy eyes.

Immediately afterwards, Liu Mianfeng disregarded everything, his body spinning rapidly, slashing with his curved blade, instantly unleashing forty-nine strikes!

The flashing blades, like a storm, enveloped both the eunuch and the yellow-robed monk.

These forty-nine strikes are the essence of the Deadly Blade Technique, each strike linked to the next, each move deadly. He once used this technique to kill several renowned masters, and with one unexpected strike, he severely injured the Taoist of Joyful Extremes.

However, the yellow-robed monk simply stood there, his left hand behind his back, and used only his right index and middle fingers to pinch, tap, flick, or deflect the countless sword lights!

The sounds of metal clashing were incessant, and sparks flew everywhere.

Liu Mianfeng felt as if each strike was aimed at a bronze-cast Buddha statue, the recoil causing his tiger's mouth to split open and his arm to go numb.

After forty-nine cuts, Liu Mianfeng's sword momentum faltered slightly. The yellow-robed monk frowned slightly, seemingly impatient, and suddenly flicked the two fingers that were holding the tip of the sword!

"clang--!"

After a deafening, metallic clang!

Liu Mianfeng felt an overwhelming, irresistible force emanating from the blade, as if struck in the chest by a heavy hammer. He was thrown backward, crashing into a pillar with a loud thud before finally landing on the ground.

A sweet taste rose in his throat, and blood gushed out; he was severely injured.

"Mr. Shi, thank you very much."

With you by my side, my family truly has no need to worry about any assassination attempts.

The father-in-law chuckled softly, his voice high-pitched.

Shi Zhuo slowly withdrew his hand, raised one hand, and spoke with a powerful, resonant voice like the clash of metal, the deep chanting of Buddhist mantras echoing throughout the flower hall.

"Amitabha.

"My father-in-law's martial arts skills are also quite good. If you hadn't survived that blow, I wouldn't have been able to rescue you in time."

The two chatted and laughed, showing no concern whatsoever.

At this moment—Liu Mianfeng struggled to stay upright, a metallic taste rising in his throat. Looking at the eunuch before him and that terrifying figure, his heart turned ice-cold.

He tried every means to assassinate Eunuch Yicai, but he never expected that Eunuch Yicai himself was not bad at martial arts, and had also won over such a monster whose martial arts were unbelievably high!

Shi Zhuo stood there casually, his tall figure giving people a sense of mountainous solidity, truly like a golden Arhat emerging from a temple, majestic, solemn, and unshakable.

Liu Mianfeng has been practicing martial arts since childhood and is exceptionally talented. Before his death, his father imparted to him the extremely dangerous and deadly sword technique. After more than ten years of hard training, he believes that he has mastered the essence of swordsmanship and his internal strength is also quite profound.

Having roamed the martial world for years and secretly met many famous figures, I have encountered rivals, but never before have I felt such a profound sense of powerlessness and despair as I do today.

The series of exchanges just now, which were as fast as lightning, had made him clearly realize the despairing gap between the two sides.

His long-awaited, deadly strike was effortlessly blocked by his opponent with just two fingers; his forty-nine rapid strikes, delivered with all his might, were all deflected by his opponent with just two fingers of one hand, without him even moving an inch.

In the end, the opponent merely flicked his fingertip, and the overwhelming force sent him flying backward, vomiting blood and injuring his internal organs.

"What terrifying martial arts is this?"

What profound inner strength does he possess?

How could such a master be willing to serve a eunuch? This golden-bodied Arhat's martial arts are far superior to those rumored in the martial arts world!