Bat Prince, roaming the heavens

Chapter 76 A Duel (Seeking First Subscription)

A broken tin wine jug smashed onto the blue bricks, sending pungent sorghum liquor and fragments flying everywhere.

With Hu Tiehua's movement, it seemed as if the cold wind in the courtyard had been sucked dry by him alone.

His white hair danced wildly in the strong wind, and in his bright red eyes, it seemed that it was not Ding Feng or Ding Bai, but the bottomless darkness on Bat Island back then.

Tonight, the blood in his body is scalding hot, so hot that it feels like it's burning his meridians inch by inch!

"Then today, I, Ding, will come to learn from Brother Hu's superior skills!"

Ding Feng crossed his palms, and a strange dark red color faintly emanated from his palms, which was the aura of someone who had mastered the Vermilion Palm technique.

"boom!!"

Ding Feng met the attack head-on with a palm strike, the palm wind carrying a rolling heat wave and the sound of thunder, and he charged fiercely towards Hu Tiehua.

He was confident that even if a renowned master on the weapons ranking list took this blow, he would not gain the slightest advantage.

However, Hu Tiehua did not take the blow at all.

His figure suddenly twisted in mid-air, a twist that seemed to defy all the common sense of lightness skills in the world, like a colorful butterfly suddenly folding its wings in a storm.

Ding Feng's overwhelming palm strike barely grazed the hem of Hu Tiehua's clothes. The surging force shattered the wooden pillars of the corridor behind Hu Tiehua, sending debris flying everywhere, but it failed to harm a single hair on his head.

"Impressive lightness skill!" Ding Bai sighed inwardly, a fighting spirit burning within him.

As the head of the Ding family, he rarely took action himself, but now, seeing a master like Hu Tiehua, he felt a sense of excitement, like seeing a predator.

Ding Bai's self-aura shifted slightly, and his burning fighting spirit locked onto the mad beggar who was guarding the door and had not intervened or watched.

"Master Hu, your skills are ruthless; please enlighten me!"

Ding Baiqing let out a whistle, his voice as sharp as metal and stone, and his longsword trembled, unleashing a sky full of cold light.

He charged forward, thrusting his sword straight forward with an upright and honorable air, his body moving with the sword, instantly sealing all the major acupoints on the hunchbacked beggar's body like a venomous snake spitting its tongue.

Hu Bugui snorted coldly. He didn't even look at Ding Bai's sword thrusting towards him. He just stumbled forward with disheveled hair, swaying left and right, looking exactly like a drunkard staggering around.

But it was precisely this haphazard step that, at an almost bizarre angle, managed to slip right through Ding Bai's impenetrable net of swords.

At the same time, Hu Bugui casually swung the slender, emerald-green bamboo sword in his right hand, as if swatting away a fly.

This swing looked weak and slow, completely lacking the exquisite swordsmanship of a prestigious school.

But Ding Bai, who was under the sword's edge, turned deathly pale in an instant.

He was horrified to discover that his series of deadly moves, which he had painstakingly honed over many years, were rendered useless by this light bamboo sword, as if he were simply slamming his wrist into the tip of the bamboo!

"when!"

It was clearly a collision between bamboo and wood and refined steel, yet at the moment the true energy clashed, it produced a violent roar like metal striking metal.

Ding Bai felt an extremely strange and unpredictable internal force, sometimes hot and sometimes cold, surge wildly along the sword, making his arm numb and tingling, and the longsword almost slipped from his hand again.

"How can this madman's skill be so profound?!" Ding Bai was shocked and stumbled several steps before he could barely dissipate the strange force.

Rumors in the martial arts world say that Hu Bugui is a madman whose strength fluctuates wildly. But tonight's fight was far from that; he was clearly an unfathomable quagmire, and one could easily sink into it if one looked at him for too long!

On the other side, the fierce battle between Ding Feng and Hu Tiehua has also reached a brutal and intense climax.

Ding Feng had already pushed his Vermilion Palm to its limit. Each strike carried a scorching wind and a thunderous, hidden force, turning the small courtyard into a giant furnace.

With the help of Yuan Suiyun's conditioning of his abundant qi and blood, he brought these techniques to their peak level in the first half of his life.

But Hu Tiehua was too fast and too crazy.

His playing style seems to be completely reckless.

He must see Yuan Suiyun today and personally seek justice!

Every move Hu Tiehua made was a close call to Ding Feng's palm strike, teetering on the brink of death. If he had been even a fraction slower, he would have suffered broken bones and torn tendons.

This fearless fighting style, ironically, forced Ding Feng, who was at his peak and had many concerns, to become hesitant and restrained.

"Ding Feng, you haven't improved much over the years."

Hu Tiehua roared, his eyes bloodshot.

He completely ignored Ding Feng's scorching palm wind aimed at his shoulder. His right palm grew rapidly amidst a flurry of afterimages, delivering a straightforward, unadorned iron palm strike that landed squarely on Ding Feng's crossed arms in a resolute, head-on collision!

At the same time, Hu Bugui's bamboo sword also started moving completely.

The emerald green bamboo sword drew an extremely mysterious arc in the air, and with a "snap," the supple bamboo tip drew out a piercing sonic boom in the air, accurately striking the blade of Ding Bai's thrusting sword three times in succession.

Hu Bugui chuckled foolishly, and the emerald green bamboo tip, like a serpent emerging from its hole, thrust forward. With a "plop," the supple bamboo tip carved a deep, bone-revealing gash into Ding Bai's chest.

"Bang!!"

Ding Feng groaned, feeling as if the bones in his arms were about to shatter, as a vast and ancient force surged wildly into his internal organs.

He flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily into the screen wall behind him, creating spiderweb-like cracks in the thick wall.

The dust has settled.

Ding Feng and Ding Bai fell one after another onto the cold blue brick floor, their faces as pale as paper.

"Father! Uncle Feng!"

Seeing that Ding Bai and Ding Feng were both injured, Ding Chengfeng was extremely anxious.

Hu Tiehua was breathing heavily, her bloodshot eyes fixed on the inner courtyard.

A familiar yet unfamiliar figure slowly emerged from among them.

Yuan Suiyun didn't look at Hu Tiehua, whose face was full of murderous intent. Instead, he turned his head slightly and "looked" at Ding Feng, who was sitting against the wall with a pale face, and Ding Bai, whose chest was stained with blood.

"Ding Feng, you've just recovered a bit. If you rashly engage in combat now, you'll probably need to recuperate for a while."

"Disciple—I have disgraced Master," Ding Feng said, clutching his chest.

"The wild goose and butterfly are like two wings, and the fragrance of flowers fills the world. How can it be considered shameful to be defeated by Master Hu?" Yuan Suiyun comforted him.

Then he turned to Ding Bai: "After becoming the head of the family, your swift sword skills must have declined considerably."

Overwhelmed with shame, Ding Bai felt his blood surging in his chest and abdomen, and a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. However, he still forced himself to bow and say, "Young Master is right."

At this moment, Hu Tiehua, who had been left standing aside, stared intently at the blind man in the black robe, his pent-up resentment of twenty years burning wildly in his chest like a volcano.

He was breathing heavily, and roared in a hoarse voice, "Yuan Suiyun! Die, you bastard!"

Before the words were even finished, Hu Tiehua transformed into a butterfly against the wind, his hands creating a flurry of afterimages as he lunged at the black-robed figure standing on the steps with a resolute determination to fight to the death!