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

This horse even has a soft whip?

Faced with this sudden turn of events, Shen An's swordplay faltered for a moment.

His gaze fell on the shimmering silver whip, his brow furrowing almost imperceptibly, but he didn't seem to care much.

Just before, when facing Qu Yang, Ma Bao was already in a hopeless situation where he was doomed.

In that life-or-death moment, he would rather struggle with the flawed and ridiculous Songshan sword technique than draw his soft whip.

What does this tell us?

This only shows that, in his own judgment, the power of this soft whip was even less than his swordsmanship!

Therefore, Shen An's sword momentum did not diminish, and he continued to thrust at him.

"Get out of my way!"

Ma Bao let out a roar like a trapped beast, frantically pouring all his internal energy into the soft whip!

The silver whip seemed to come alive in his hand instantly, like a raging python emerging from its cave, whipping towards Shen An's head with a piercing sound!

Shen An raised an eyebrow, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

He never expected that this guy, whose swordsmanship was so mediocre, would actually have such a hidden skill.

He had never encountered this strange weapon before, so he should be more careful to avoid being tricked.

Faced with this strange soft whip, he did not fight it head-on. Instead, he shifted his feet and slid half a step to the side like a ghost, avoiding the powerful blow.

"boom!"

The soft whip lashed the ground hard, sending dirt flying and leaving a deep, gruesome welt.

Ma Bao missed his first strike, then his wrist twitched rapidly. The tip of the soft whip seemed to have eyes, drawing a strange arc in mid-air before striking Shen An's lower body from an incredibly tricky angle once again!

Whip techniques are known for their unpredictability, cunning, and all-pervasiveness. In the hands of a veteran like Ma Bao, who has been immersed in this art for decades, the essence of "entanglement, whipping, locking, and striking" has been brought to its ultimate expression.

In an instant, whips flew through the forest, flashing silver light, and the sharp sound of whips cutting through the air could be heard everywhere.

That long, soft whip seemed to transform into countless venomous snakes, lurking and ready to devour, enveloping Shen An from all directions!

However, Shen An's figure was like a small boat sailing through a storm, seemingly in great danger, but always able to avoid all fatal attacks at the most critical moment with the least cost.

His gaze remained absolutely calm throughout.

At that moment, he put away all his contempt.

This Ma Bao may be of low character, but his skill in whipping is truly not to be underestimated.

My previous assessment of his low martial arts skills was probably wrong. This guy is not a mediocre disciple of Songshan at all, but a heretical master who joined Songshan halfway through his life.

But... so what?

They were just a dozen or so guys who could be blinded by Linghu Chong's sword when he had lost all his internal energy.

To be honest, with my strength not yet recovered, and still wielding the light and thin Qingyin Sword, it's not really suitable for me to continue using that unstoppable Songshan Sword Style.

However, combined with the keen perception of the Ice Heart Technique, using the strategy of striking first after the opponent has moved and attacking where the opponent must defend, impersonating a low-level Linghu Chong would be a good choice.

"Ding! Ding! Dong! Dong!"

The light-sound sword in Shen An's hand was incredibly fast.

He stopped dodging and instead charged forward. His sword flashed like splashed ink, each strike landing precisely on the elusive, soft whip!

Each collision added a bit more soreness and numbness to Ma Bao's arm.

Each exchange of blows deepened Ma Bao's despair.

He was horrified to discover that no matter how bizarre his whip technique was, or how tricky the angle of his attack was, his opponent always seemed to be able to anticipate his intentions!

In his hand, that slender longsword seemed to transform into an impenetrable curtain of light, completely neutralizing all his attacks.

"This...this is impossible!" Ma Bao's heart sank rapidly.

His decades of experience with the whip technique were completely suppressed by this young man!

Ma Bao's whip technique became increasingly chaotic, and his previous storm-like attacks were no longer fluid.

"it's over."

Shen An's icy voice, like a judgment from the deepest hell, rang in Ma Bao's ears.

The moment the words left his mouth, Shen An's sword changed.

A dazzling sword light, like a thunderclap tearing through the night, ignored the countless whip shadows and, with an unwavering determination, pierced straight for Ma Bao's throat!

This sword strike is a sure kill!

Ma Bao was terrified! He knew that no matter what, he couldn't withstand this sword strike!

At this moment, the fear of death overwhelmed everything!

An unparalleled will to survive erupted wildly from the deepest part of his heart, and a wild, mad, and resolute glint flashed in his eyes!

He made a decision that surprised Shen An!

Instead of using the whip to defend himself, he slammed it hard against the ground!

"Snapped!"

Countless withered branches, fallen leaves, and soil were whipped up by the whip and, like smoke bombs, rained down on Shen An, instantly obscuring his vision!

At the same time, Ma Bao let out a shrill roar, and instead of retreating, he advanced, charging headlong into Shen An's sword!

He was willing to gamble his own life on that one in ten thousand chance of survival!

Shen An's eyes turned cold. How could he be swayed by such a petty trick? His sword did not pause in the slightest, but continued to thrust forward resolutely!

However, just as the sword was about to pierce Ma Bao's throat, Ma Bao's soft whip got tangled in a small tree not far away, pulling Ma Bao up suddenly as he was falling!

"Pfft—!"

The sound of a sharp blade piercing flesh was clearly audible!

The soft-sounding sword pierced through Ma Bao's right thigh without any resistance!

"ah--!!!"

Ma Bao let out a blood-curdling scream, but within that scream lay a hint of triumphant madness and pleasure!

He succeeded!

He traded one leg for that fleeting, precious opportunity that could decide his life or death!

Using the pull of the whip, the moment Shen An thrust out his sword and before the next sword was launched, and his last burst of energy, his entire body shot out like an arrow towards the Xiangjiang River not far away, pulling the whip and swinging violently!

As he swung near the river's edge, he suddenly let go.

He vanished into the water like an arrow released from a bow!

That was the only place where he could possibly survive!

"Thump—!!!"

His burly body, covered in blood, crashed heavily into the icy river, creating a large splash of muddy water before disappearing instantly.

Shen An stood on the bank, looking at the rippling surface of the river.

Hmph, trying to escape?