The Smiling, Proud Wanderer: From the Moment He Picked Up Qu Feiyan

Chapter 129 Begging for Mercy Should Be Done Early with Safe Words (Sixth Update by Bai Jun)

When Cong Buqi saw the disproportionately large sword in Shen An's hand, he knew something was terribly wrong.

As a renowned swordsman who had immersed himself in the way of the sword for decades, he instinctively sensed a deadly crisis from that lump of iron!

A true expert's skill is immediately apparent upon their first move.

His exquisite Huashan Sword Sect swordsmanship emphasizes "uniqueness," "danger," and "speed," focusing on the swiftness of his movements...

The exquisite sword techniques are used to defeat the enemy.

What he dislikes and despises most is this kind of brute force fighting style that is unruly, unreasonable, and relies solely on overwhelming power!

"Overestimating yourself!"

Although Cong Buqi was shocked, he snorted disdainfully.

He had absolute confidence in his swordsmanship, which he had honed over decades, and he didn't believe that a mere youth could break through his sculpted sword techniques with brute force.

He dared not be negligent in the slightest, and poured all his life's strength into the sword. He raised his inner strength in his dantian and flicked his wrist, slashing the longsword straight down in front of him, bypassing Shen An's heavy sword and striking straight at his face.

If Shen An sidesteps, the sword will circle and slash horizontally at the waist; if he can still avoid it, he will inevitably leap over the sword, and the sword will slash back to pierce the opponent's back. Unless the opponent has eyes in the back of his head, it will be difficult for him to dodge.

This is the ultimate technique of the Sword Sect, the Deadly Three Immortal Swords.

Back then, the Sword and Qi factions of the Huashan Sect fought a sword duel on Jade Maiden Peak. The Sword faction disciples used these three sword techniques to kill several Qi faction masters.

Cong Buqi didn't believe that Shen An would dare to compete with him in terms of speed and strength.

Even if Shen An didn't dodge and chose to change his move to block, then most of the power he had accumulated earlier would be consumed. Cong Buqi was absolutely confident that he was no weaker than this young man in his twenties.

However, he still completely underestimated the power of this sword, and also underestimated Shen An at this moment.

"clang!!!"

As expected, Shen An did not compete with Cong Buqi to see whose sword would strike first. Instead, he turned his sword and struck Cong Buqi's sword instead.

The moment the swords clashed, Cong Buqi felt as if he were not fighting against a person, but being crushed by a mountain.

His longsword, forged from refined steel and which had been with him for many years, broke in two with a mournful cry!

Immediately afterwards, a tremendous force slammed through the broken sword and struck his chest!

"puff!"

Cong Buqi was struck dumb, and a mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs gushed out, leaving a tragic blood trail in the air.

He flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into the broken mountain god statue behind him.

With a deafening crash, the stone statue that had stood for countless years was smashed into pieces, sending dust and debris billowing into the sky!

One sword!

Just one sword strike!

Cong Buqi, who was just moments ago so arrogant, was now severely injured and looked like a stray dog!

This is the result of Shen An's two days of intensive training.

Tang Ying'e taught him to "overwhelm with power," so his sword strike was no longer a simple straight slash, but rather, at the moment of striking, his body...

Steps, breath, and strength are all combined into one, and the weight of the whole body and internal force are poured into the sword blade, creating a majestic aura that is overwhelming and inescapable.

Fei Bin taught him "unity of strength and power," so his sword strike was no longer a crude brute force, but rather a second burst of internal energy at the moment the sword strike was about to land, forming a more powerful and heavier superimposed force!

The combination of the two made his already formidable "mountain collapse and mountain fall" more than twice as powerful!

Inside the dilapidated temple, all was deathly silent.

Di Xiu was already dumbfounded, his mouth agape, almost big enough to fit an egg.

The two women, who had already resigned themselves to death, stared in disbelief at the figure wielding the heavy sword, their eyes filled with shock and ecstatic joy at surviving a calamity.

Cong Buqi struggled to get up from the pile of rubble. His whole body felt like it had fallen apart, and he was in excruciating pain.

He leaned on the broken sword, his eyes no longer showing any mockery or lust, only boundless horror.

He couldn't understand how this young disciple from Mount Song could possess such terrifying power!

Although his martial arts skills were considered weak among his fellow disciples, far inferior to his senior brother Feng Buping, his swordsmanship was extremely exquisite, at least befitting his status as an elder of the Five Mountains Sword Sect. However, his internal strength was completely disproportionate to his exquisite swordsmanship, at best only second-rate.

Even against ordinary masters, he could easily win with his unpredictable sword techniques.

But once he encounters an opponent like Shen An, whose strength, internal energy, and weaponry all overwhelm him, all the exquisite skills he is so proud of become a huge joke!

In that brief moment, he even considered a dozen ingenious ways to respond: perhaps using "Phoenix's Arrival" to dodge to the side and strike directly at the opponent's weak point; or perhaps using "Welcoming Pine Tree" to deflect and neutralize the opponent's force—

But under the overwhelming force of the sword, all his thoughts and all his changes were useless.

He was horrified to discover that no matter how he dodged or changed his position, he could not escape the range of that sword strike.

The result of trying to block them head-on was a crushing defeat.

What a frustrating and desperate feeling this was! His swordsmanship, which he had been so proud of for decades, had become utterly useless at this moment!

Is controlling a sword with qi the only correct way? — That's impossible, I won't accept it!

Shen An ignored what he was thinking, and simply carried his heavy sword, slowly approaching him step by step.

The heavy footsteps echoed through the silent, dilapidated temple, each step seeming to pound on Cong Buqi's heart, making him feel suffocated.

The setting sun cast its light behind Shen An, making him look like a demon god emerging from hell.

Cong Buqi was terrified; he knew he was no match for this man.

Now that things have come to this, it's time to beg for mercy.

"Wait, don't do it, I am—"

Cong Buqi leaned on his broken sword and shouted hoarsely.

"You are your mother."

But no matter how fast he spoke, he couldn't keep up with Shen An's reaction.

Or rather, Shen An never intended to give him a chance to speak!

Just as Cong Buqi was about to blurt it out, Shen An's second sword strike arrived!

Jade Dragon from Beyond the Heavens!

With Tang Ying'e's guidance, this sweeping move was no longer the straightforward and brute force it used to be.

As Shen An drew his sword, he lowered his body slightly, using his waist to drive the sword and maximizing the momentum of the heavy sword!

The dark, heavy sword, skimming the ground, drew a deadly arc, accompanied by a dull and terrifying whistle, striking Cong Buqi's legs with deadly force despite being launched later!

"Snap!"

The sickening sound of bones cracking echoed clearly through the dilapidated temple.

"ah!!!"

Cong Buqi let out a scream that was not human, and his whole body was swept into the air by the huge force, his legs bending backward at a strange angle.

Shen An remained expressionless and did not linger.

While Cong Buqi's body was still in mid-air, his third sword was already raised high!

Na Cong Buqi fell heavily to the ground, his legs already turned into a pile of rotten flesh.

The excruciating pain and fear completely broke him down.

He gazed at the enormous sword shadow descending like a mountain collapsing overhead, gritted his teeth, and finished speaking his last words: "I was invited by your Left Sect Leader—"

But the dark, heavy sword, with a dull, tearing whistle, crashed down.

"Pfft!"

Red and white splattered instantly across the dilapidated altar.

Cong Buqi's voice abruptly stopped.

His entire body, along with his unspoken identity, had been reduced to an indistinguishable mass of minced meat.

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