From the beginning of Swordsman, he created a legend in the martial arts world.

The man in the brocade robe walked straight to an empty table in the center of the second floor, slammed the nun down on a stool, then sat down himself with an air of superiority, shouting, "Waiter! Bring me the best wine and food!"

Seeing this, Meng Fei immediately understood that this person was most likely Tian Boguang, the notorious womanizer known as "Wanli Duxing" (Wanli Lone Wanderer).

The nun in his hands, if nothing unexpected happens, must be Yilin, a disciple of the Hengshan Sect whom he had abducted.

Meng Fei saw that although Linghu Chong had followed him up to the second floor, he seemed hesitant to act immediately to save the person.

At that moment, Meng Fei smiled, stood up, and warmly cupped his hands towards Linghu Chong, saying, "Brother Linghu, it's true that we meet again at Huiyan Tower. Please come and sit with me."

Linghu Chong hesitated for a moment, but seeing Meng Fei's calm expression and the meaningful look in his eyes when he glanced at Tian Boguang, he knew that Meng Fei intended to help him.

Feeling somewhat relieved, Linghu Chong quickly walked over, clasped his hands in greeting, and said, "Brother Meng, how have you been?"

After Linghu Chong sat down, Meng Fei's gaze shifted to the pitiful-looking nun who was being forced onto the stool, and a slight smile appeared on his lips: "Seeing how nervous Brother Linghu is, could it be that you... have quite a connection with that young master?"

Upon hearing this, Linghu Chong quickly waved his hand and immediately explained, "Brother Meng, please don't joke. That is my fellow disciple from the Five Mountains Sword Sect, Junior Sister Yilin from the Hengshan Sect. She was forcibly abducted here by Tian Boguang. I followed her all the way, hoping to find an opportunity to rescue her, but alas..."

At this point, Linghu Chong gave a bitter smile, "Tian Boguang's swift blade was truly formidable; I... was no match for him and failed to strike!"

"Oh?" Meng Fei raised an eyebrow, a thoughtful look flashing in his eyes.

"With Brother Linghu's swordsmanship, few among the younger generation of the martial world can rival him. For you to admit defeat, could it be...?"

Suddenly, Meng Fei paused, his gaze shifting to the man pouring himself a drink. His tone held a hint of suspicion and seriousness: "Tian Boguang? Brother Linghu, are you referring to that infamous flower thief, renowned in the martial world for his 'Wanli Duxing' (Lone Wanderer) lightness skill?"

"It is this person!" Linghu Chong gritted his teeth and said hatefully, his face showing even more shame.

"Tian Boguang's swordsmanship is as fast as lightning, sharp and ruthless. I... am indeed no match for him, which is why I followed him all the way, hoping to find an opportunity to save Junior Sister Yilin."

As he spoke, his gaze fell once more on the helpless, aggrieved nun, his eyes filled with worry and anxiety.

Immediately, Linghu Chong turned his head and looked at Meng Fei, his eyes filled with hope and earnestness.

When the two of them joined forces to deal with the Qingcheng Sect disciples last time, Meng Fei's swordsmanship was already quite impressive. Meeting him today would undoubtedly be an excellent help in saving lives.

He lowered his voice and said, "Brother Meng, this thief is highly skilled in martial arts. It may be difficult to subdue him in a one-on-one fight. If you are willing to lend a helping hand, and we work together, there may be a chance to rescue Junior Sister Yilin."

At this moment, Tian Boguang seemed to notice the two men whispering and staring at him. He slammed his wine bowl down heavily, glanced at them sideways, and said with a tone full of mockery and disdain, "Linghu brat, what are you whispering about? Have you found some helpers to deal with me?"

His gaze then swept over Meng Fei, and seeing that he was young and dressed plainly, he sneered, "This greenhorn?"

Faced with Tian Boguang's provocation, Meng Fei acted as if he hadn't heard. He quickly said to Linghu Chong in a very low voice, "Brother Linghu, I'll go and distract Tian Boguang. You take the opportunity to rescue that little master Yilin. After you succeed, don't worry about me. Take her out of the city immediately. We'll meet at the land temple five miles southeast of the city. Then we'll work together to deal with this thief."

Meng Fei had long heard of Tian Boguang's swift and powerful blade, so he dared not be too careless and planned to lure him outside the city to join forces with Linghu Chong to fight him.

Upon hearing this, Linghu Chong was both excited and somewhat worried as he looked at Meng Fei.

"Brother Meng, Tian Boguang's swordsmanship is extraordinary; you must not be careless! Perhaps we should reconsider our strategy..."

"It's alright." Meng Fei's tone was calm, yet it revealed an undeniable confidence.

"I know what I'm doing. Just be prepared to rescue them."

Having said that, Meng Fei said no more, calmly got up, and walked straight toward Tian Boguang.

Upon approaching, Meng Fei's gaze first fell upon the nun who was on the verge of tears and looked pitiful.

"Young monk, may I ask which temple you are cultivating in seclusion? Why... are you at this restaurant with this person? If someone is forcing you, please speak freely. In broad daylight, justice will prevail in Hengyang City."

Yilin was feeling lost and helpless when she suddenly heard this clear and gentle voice. She looked up at Meng Fei with tearful eyes and saw that he was composed and had a clear and upright gaze. She also knew Linghu, her senior brother from the Huashan Sect. Hope was suddenly restored to her heart, and she choked out, "This humble nun...this humble nun is Yilin, a disciple of Baiyun Nunnery of Hengshan Sect. This person...this person..."

She glanced fearfully at Tian Boguang, who was standing beside her with a cold smile and no words, but dared not utter another word.

Seeing this, Tian Boguang didn't get angry but laughed, looking at Meng Fei with disdain: "What? Is it any of your business if I take a little nun out for a drink? Where did this brat come from, so ignorant and arrogant, daring to meddle in my affairs?"

Upon hearing this, Meng Fei's expression changed drastically. He flew into a rage and roared, "You lawless lecher! How dare you act so recklessly in broad daylight in Hengyang City! Do you think this place at the foot of Mount Heng is a place where you can do whatever you want? Die—!"

Before he finished speaking, Meng Fei's longsword was instantly drawn from its sheath, the blade transforming into a chilling light that pierced straight towards Tian Boguang's vital chest.

This sword strike, seemingly unleashed in anger and with overwhelming force, actually left room for maneuver in terms of speed and angle. It was a bluff, intended to provoke the opponent and lure them into taking the hit.

Seeing that Meng Fei was young and his swordsmanship, though fast, was not particularly skillful, Tian Boguang remained calm and unhurried. Without even getting up, he suddenly drew his slender willow-leaf knife, bringing with it a bright flash of light, and precisely met the sword light.

"bite--!"

A crisp clang rang out as swords clashed, sparks flying.

Meng Fei responded with a muffled groan, staggered back half a step, and a blush of shame and anger quickly spread across his face, as if he was surprised and annoyed that the other party had so easily pushed him away.

Then, in a fit of rage, he growled, "You scoundrel! Take another strike from me!"

At that moment, Meng Fei attacked again with his sword, his sword moves more hasty than before, and he had more openings.

"Hahaha! You ignorant brat, with such meager skills, you dare to pretend to be a hero and save a damsel in distress?"

Upon seeing this, Tian Boguang burst into laughter, his guard lowering even further.

He calmly stood up, casually brandishing his willow-leaf dagger. The blade flashed like a storm as it hurtled towards Meng Fei, while he taunted, "Come, come, let me, Uncle Tian, ​​give you some 'guidance' on what the treacherous world of martial arts really means!"

The two exchanged blows, seemingly engaged in a fierce fight, but in reality, Meng Fei was fighting and retreating. Although his sword moves were sharp, he always missed the mark by a hair's breadth at the crucial moment, and was forced to be "flustered" by Tian Boguang's fast blade, constantly retreating.

After only a dozen or so rounds, Meng Fei was forced to the wall, seemingly with nowhere to retreat, in a perilous situation, which drew gasps from the surrounding diners.

Tian Boguang's smugness grew stronger, and his sword thrusts tightened, ready to finish off this ignorant brat in just a few moves.

However, just as his mind wandered slightly, and his attention was almost entirely drawn to Meng Fei's "disheveled" defense—

On the other side, Linghu, who had been waiting intently, acted impulsively.

He moved with lightning speed, silently appearing beside Yilin, and whispered, "Junior Sister Yilin, forgive me, please leave!"

Before he finished speaking, he grabbed Yilin's cold, trembling wrist, pushed off with his feet, and rushed towards the stairwell.

"You dare, you little thief!"

Tian Boguang caught a glimpse of this out of the corner of his eye and was immediately filled with shock and anger. He roared and no longer cared about Meng Fei, who was "in imminent danger" in front of him. He used his willow-leaf knife to feint and force the opponent away, and then turned around to pounce on Linghu Chong.

"Tian Boguang! I am your opponent!"

In that split second, Meng Fei, who had been "backed into a corner" and looked "in a sorry state," suddenly had a sharp glint in his eyes and his aura changed abruptly.

The "impatience" and "shame and anger" just now vanished instantly, replaced by a cold and calm killing intent!

The longsword in his hand hummed, its light flashing like a shooting star, arriving faster than before, more than twice as fast as before.

The sword drew an arc, aiming precisely at the open back of Tian Boguang's shirt, which was exposed as he turned to pursue!

This sword strike was ruthless, accurate, and swift, completely different from his previous one.

Caught off guard, Tian Boguang felt a chill run down his spine. In a panic, he had no choice but to twist his body and parry with his sword.

"Ding ding ding ding—!"