Sweeping Through Martial Arts: My Clone's Extraordinary Talent

Yan Feiyun and Zhao Shuang turned around, their eyes questioning Wen He.

Wen He remained calm, raising his withered hand: "Guests are always welcome, you're too kind. However, this place is filthy, smelly, and contains corpses. Don't you find it offensive?"

Shen Han laughed and said, "I'm just taking a break. No matter how many corpses there are, it's none of my business."

"Alright, please come in."

Wen He said slowly.

Thank you.

Shen Han stepped into the temple gate.

In the firelight, his ugly face was completely expressionless.

He knew this place all too well; it was here that night that he obtained the black iron bricks and silk cloth. But everything had changed; the two beggars were now corpses, and Old Huang had been kidnapped and brought here.

"Shuang'er, pour a bowl of wine for our distinguished guest."

Wen He gave the instructions.

"Yes, Master."

Zhao Shuang immediately took an earthenware bowl, poured it full of wine, and gracefully walked towards Shen Han at the door.

"Thank you for your trouble, young lady."

"hehe!"

Just then, something unexpected happened.

Zhao Shuang roared and smashed the bowl at Shen Han.

Shen Han was prepared for this.

He turned his head and avoided the wine bowl.

"You ugly bastard, you're asking for it!"

In an instant, Zhao Shuang raised her nimble right leg and kicked Shen Han in the face with lightning speed.

This move, Phoenix Leg, is her signature skill.

"Young lady, is this how you welcome guests?"

Shen Han also moved.

He quickly circulated the internal energy of his Body Refinement Realm, condensing it into a hard fist, and met Zhao Shuang's flying kick without dodging or avoiding it.

Boom!

Fists and feet collided with flesh, producing a dull thud.

However, there was no evenly matched competition; it was a one-sided and utter crushing defeat.

"Uh..."

It was Zhao Shuang's cry, and she cried out pitifully.

In an instant, her entire body felt as if it had crashed into an iron wall, and she fell backward uncontrollably.

"Junior Sister!"

Seeing this, Yan Feiyun quickly helped her up.

"I have broken my leg……"

Zhao Shuang was instantly covered in sweat, her right leg twisted to the side, seemingly numb.

Yan Feiyun was shocked: "How could this be?"

Huang Tie was dumbfounded.

It was obvious that this ugly man had come to help him, but he had never seen this man before. Could he be a patient he had cured in the past?

Shen Han remained unmoved, and chuckled, "I merely asked for a bowl of wine, and you dare to try and kill me?"

"I'll kill you!"

Enraged, Yan Feiyun drew his long sword and lunged forward.

"stop!"

At the critical moment, Wen He spoke up to stop it.

Yan Feiyun gritted his teeth: "Master, Junior Sister was... by him..."

Wen He gestured for Yan Feiyun to shut up, then turned to face Shen Han, his face grim, and asked, "Just who are you?"

Shen Han said, "I already said, I'm just passing through."

Wen He tightened his grip on the knife: "Could it be that you're an accomplice Han Zhengming found?"

"I wouldn't call myself an assistant; I've met Master Han once before."

"Since that's the case, I don't want to ruin our relationship. I apologize on behalf of Shuang'er. Also, I don't want Han Zhengming's three thousand taels of silver. You may leave."

That's right, Wen He was also assessing Shen Han's strength.

Zhao Shuang was, after all, a martial artist at the Skin Refining Realm. This person was able to easily injure her with a single move, so his cultivation level was definitely not low.

It's not worth getting involved with someone like that for three thousand taels of silver.

If all else fails, we can just extort money from someone else in another place.

"I'd like to have a drink."

Shen Han showed no intention of leaving.

"Of course!" Wen He said. "Shuang'er, why don't you pour this brave man some wine to apologize?"

Zhao Shuang could only struggle to get up.

She endured the pain, dragged her broken leg, and laboriously moved to Shen Han's side on one foot.

Shen Han thought to himself: Power, this is power! These three can do whatever they want in front of Master Han, but they are clearly quite wary of me!

"Please...please have a drink."

Zhao Shuang nervously offered a bowl of strong liquor.

A cold smile appeared on Shen Han's lips.

However, he did not accept the drink.

Instead, under the watchful eyes of Wen He and Yan Feiyun, he suddenly pulled out a heavy iron scimitar and slashed it from the side.

laugh!

In the blink of an eye, Zhao Shuang had no time to react. She didn't even see how the scimitar weighing over a hundred pounds appeared. Before she could utter a single word, her body was severed in two.

Blood spurted wildly, and organs flew everywhere.

"Junior Sister!"

Yan Feiyun could not believe his eyes. His junior sister, who had been alive just moments before, was now decapitated and a mutilated corpse.

"You have gone too far."

Wen He stared intently at Shen Han.

Shen Han said calmly, "I'm sorry, since she insulted me, this is how she ends up."

"You bastard, pay with your life for my junior sister!"

Yan Feiyun could no longer bear it. His long sword came whistling through the air, and in his anger, he was determined to cut down Shen Han.

"Hehe, too slow."

Shen Han simply dodged to the side, easily avoiding Yan Feiyun's attack. The physical and muscular responses brought about by the Flesh Refining Realm had already surpassed those of the Skin Refining Realm by a whole level.

"You dare to hide!"

Yan Feiyun missed his first attack and pounced again.

Shen Han didn't want to get entangled with him too much; his focus was on Wen He, the former head of the Long Saber Sect.

Sky-Splitting Blade Technique - Bone Shattering!

The next moment, the heavy iron scimitar, which had gathered more than a thousand pounds of force, pierced Yan Feiyun's chest like a thick python, much to his surprise.

Click!

The sound of bones constantly cracking.

"You, you..."

Yan Feiyun stood there dumbfounded, his long sword falling to the ground.

thump!

In the blink of an eye, he stopped breathing, his eyes filled with terror, and he fell straight back to the ground, dying with his eyes wide open.

All of this happened so fast.

In the blink of an eye, two people were killed.

A pungent smell of blood permeated the dilapidated Golden Buddha Temple.

The fire was still burning.

Huang Tie, sitting in the corner, felt dizzy. In his decades of practicing medicine at the clinic, he had never seen such a scene before.

Wen He took a deep breath: "You've come here today just to kill someone?"

"If you say so, then it is."

Shen Han remained noncommittal.

Now that we've made our move, we must eliminate them completely.

We absolutely cannot let Wen He get away with this!

Wen He coldly replied, "But I've never seen you before. With your abilities, even Han Zhengming couldn't afford to hire you. Who exactly are you?"

"Stop talking nonsense and get started!"

As soon as Shen Han finished speaking, he used his heavy iron scimitar to pick up a piece of gravel from the ground and threw it at Wen He.

clang!

Wen He barely managed to block the falling rocks with his longsword.

Then, he leaped up.

He charged towards Shen Han with his knife in hand: "Very well, then I will kill you with my own hands to avenge my two disciples!"

Shen Han dared not be negligent and engaged in a battle with Wen He.

Dangdang Dangdang!

The two knives clashed repeatedly, sparks flying everywhere.

In the blink of an eye, the two had been locked in a fierce battle for more than ten rounds in the Golden Buddha Temple.

This old man is indeed extraordinary!

Clearly, the two were at the same level, and Shen Han was not confident that he could quickly defeat Wen He.

Fortunately, his swordsmanship was already at its peak, and Wen He was also older, so his speed was slightly faster than Wen He's. Finally, relying on this slight advantage, after more than ten moves, Shen Han found a slight opening in Wen He's defenses.

He first feinted with his gun, then with a ghostly half-turn, his sharp, heavy iron scimitar took an unusual turn and swept towards Wen He's neck.

Sky-Splitting Blade Technique - Slanted Slash!

"not good!"

Faced with this attack, Wen He had no choice but to sacrifice his pawn to save the king, so he stretched out his arm, risking injury to his arm in order to barely save his life.

chap!

The heavy iron scimitar left a deep, bloody gash on his left arm.

"What are you doing...?"

Wen He quickly retreated several steps, clutching his wound, and asked in shock, "What kind of swordsmanship is that?"