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

Chapter 152 You dare call me Brother Shen?

In Hengyang City, Liu Zhengfeng was about to retire from martial arts, and all the sects and figures of some renown in the southern martial arts world gathered here.

In an instant, the city was bustling with traffic and filled with noise.

On this bustling street, where all sorts of people gather, two figures darted and weaved through the crowded throng.

The dark figure ahead, with its strange shape and unpredictable gait, was none other than Tian Boguang, the "Lone Traveler of Ten Thousand Miles"; the green figure behind, with its composed posture and thunderous momentum, was naturally Shen An.

How can I catch up with him?

Shen An had already entered a state of clarity by reciting the Ice Heart Mantra. In his mind, there was only the black shadow in front of him that kept flashing and moving, and the rapid calculation of various strategies to capture the enemy.

He was well aware of his own level of lightness skill.

Although his strength is enough to increase his speed, who would compete with him in a straight-line acceleration in a narrow alley?

Of course, Shen An also knew that even if he were running in a straight line on a flat, unobstructed surface, he might not be able to catch up with Tian Boguang.

The distance between them is widening, and if this continues, it's only a matter of time before he leaves them behind.

We must find a way to prevent him from escaping.

Verbal provocation?

Forget it, he can't be fooled twice, can he?

Let's find an opportunity to break his legs.

Shen An kept his eyes fixed on Tian Boguang in front of him, ready to throw his long sword like a flying arrow at any moment to disable Tian Boguang's mobility.

But he only has one chance.

Tian Boguang's movements were too unpredictable. He moved through these narrow alleys, sometimes flipping onto rooftops, sometimes sliding along the ground, his body moving left and right without any fixed pattern.

If he were to throw this sword, he would have no other means of attacking; if he missed, there would be no chance of capturing him today.

We must wait for the perfect opportunity.

At a moment when his old strength was exhausted and new strength had not yet been generated, his figure appeared to pause even for a fleeting instant.

The two chased and fled with lightning speed, traversing several streets and alleys in the blink of an eye.

The chaos and commotion along the way, the gasps and stares of pedestrians, were all left far behind them.

Just as Tian Boguang leaped down from a low wall and his feet were about to land, Shen An's eyes suddenly lit up!

opportunity!

His right hand muscles bulged, his inner strength surged, and he was about to make a move!

But at that critical moment, as Tian Boguang landed, he actually did a forward roll, his body rolling more than ten feet like a wheel without stopping, once again widening the distance.

Shen Anna's hand, which was halfway raised, abruptly stopped.

After chasing for several dozen more feet, Tian Boguang suddenly leaped onto the roof of a house. He ran along the ridge, but ahead lay a dead end, with no more rooftops to use for leverage.

If he wants to continue, he must jump off the roof.

Now! Shen An's breath caught in his throat. He had calculated that Tian Boguang would definitely need a brief adjustment period after landing.

However, Tian Boguang suddenly stopped at the edge of the eaves, twisted his body, grabbed the eaves, and swung like a nimble ape to the opposite wall. Using his hands and feet, he disappeared behind the wall in a few leaps.

As Tian Boguang's figure receded further and further away, about to disappear completely from his sight at the next alleyway, Shen An couldn't help but feel an uncontrollable sense of anxiety.

Can't wait any longer!

He gritted his teeth, his right hand ready to exert force, about to make a shot, whether he had a chance or not.

However, just as he was about to make his move, a sudden change occurred!

Suddenly, a figure appeared at the alleyway ahead, as if it had been waiting there all along. It landed right in front of Tian Boguang, who was fleeing in panic, blocking his way!

The man was dressed in a faded blue cloth robe, tall with long arms and legs, and had a nonchalant, lazy smile on his face. He carried a gourd of wine in his hand and had an ordinary longsword hanging at his waist.

"Brother Tian, ​​why are you in such a hurry? Why don't you stop by and say a few words with me?"

Linghu Chong shook the wine gourd in his hand and said with a grin.

Tian Boguang suddenly stopped in his tracks. When he saw that the person who came was the "drunkard Stendhal" who had been entangled with him the night before, he was immediately terrified!

There are wolves before and tigers behind!

He cursed inwardly, "What bad luck!"

He knew perfectly well that although he was certain of victory in a one-on-one fight, it was absolutely impossible to take down this drunken fellow in a short time.

If he is held back for even three or five breaths, Shen An will be able to catch up!

Today, we truly have nowhere to turn!

Tian Boguang narrowed his eyes, a fierce look appearing on his sallow face.

Damn it, one or two of them, do they really think I'm easy to bully?

He stopped running, slowly turned around, and looked back at Shen An, who was about to catch up.

"Brother Shen," he began, "I ran away when I saw you because I was afraid of you. But this fear wasn't because I felt I couldn't beat you, but because I felt—I had let you down."

He paused, seemingly organizing his thoughts, or perhaps trying to encourage himself.

"Regarding that sword pact, my skill was inferior, and I should have kept my promise and died by your sword. My escape was wrong. I will give you an explanation for that later; you can do whatever you want with me then. But all of this—will have to wait until I obtain Fairy Qingyin!"

If it were an ordinary person from the martial arts world, they might actually be intimidated by his words and argue with him about morality.

Unfortunately, he encountered Shen An.

"Go to hell, Brother Shen!" Shen An retorted, clearly disgusted by the way he was addressed. "While I, Shen, may not be a great man, do you even deserve to call me brother?"

Before he could finish speaking, Shen An gave him no chance to explain. He pushed off with his feet, his body shooting forward like an arrow, his long sword flashing before him.

With a flick of his finger, a cold, sharp sword light pierced straight towards Tian Boguang's throat!

He didn't even bother to say a single unnecessary word, and immediately drew his sword and charged!

Linghu Chong, who was over there, had already prepared to join forces with this "real Shen An" to capture this lecherous thief.

Seeing this situation and hearing Tian Boguang's words, one can tell that there seems to be an old grudge between the two that others do not know about.

He was not one to meddle in other people's business, and besides, this Brother Shen An was extraordinary from the start, with steady and skillful sword moves, clearly a master.

He calmly stepped back a few paces, leaned against the wall, tilted his head back, and took a swig of wine, making up his mind:

Let me first observe Shen An's abilities. If he can truly defeat Tian Boguang single-handedly, that would be ideal. But if—

If he shows signs of being outmatched, it won't be too late for me to lend him a hand.

In the arena, Tian Boguang was not provoked into a rage by Shen An's insults, something he had already anticipated.

He shook his head, a hint of disappointment at not being understood, and said softly, "Brother Shen, I'm sorry."