I was told I'd be a late bloomer, but I was born with the potential to achieve great things!

At the dock, swords clashed.

The murderous intent in the alley was even stronger.

"Wang Hu, you can't escape tonight."

Wen Tailai of Benlei Martial Arts School looked at Wang Hu and the others who were fleeing in panic ahead. He punched a hole in the wall and then scooped up a bunch of broken bricks with his arm and threw them all at them.

"Clang clang clang!"

Wang Hu's expression changed, and he frantically parried with the long sword in his hand.

But in that brief moment, a sharp, explosive sound came from the darkness.

The sound came extremely fast. Wang Hu could tell from the sound that it was Zhu Wushuang, the master of the Red Thread Martial Arts School, who had lashed out with his wolf whip.

"Snapped!"

The next moment, a loud bang exploded in front of his chest, and Wang Hu's clothes were torn apart, revealing black bloodstains.

He staggered backward, shouting in a certain direction.

"I'll give you a thousand taels of silver, then take me out."

Seeing Wen Tailai and Zhu Wushuang closing in, Wang Hu panicked.

"Too late!"

"Three thousand taels, I can't hold on any longer."

Wang Hu roared angrily, but then he saw Zou Quan being sent flying by He Qianshan of the Limitless Martial Arts School in a punch exchange not far away, and his eyes immediately turned red.

"I can't join them, there are too many experts among them, I can't handle it."

Zou Quan turned and ran without any intention of stopping.

In just a few flips, they crossed the alley.

"Old He, ignore that guy, don't let Wang Hu get away."

Wen Tailai shouted.

Upon hearing this, He Qianshan frowned, but Zou Quan's figure had already disappeared into the alley, so he could only rush over to intercept Wang Hu.

"That person is not simple. His kung fu is very strange. He was not seriously injured and knocked away by me."

"His name is Zou Quan. He is the Shadowless Thief on the List of Swordsmen. He is also a member of the Demonic Sect and holds the secrets of immortality."

Wang Hu turned pale and shouted in panic.

Wen Tailai and Zhu Wushuang were already a tough pair, and with He Qianshan coming along, he wouldn't have a chance to escape at all.

"Although you seem flustered, your swordsmanship and fist techniques are very steady. You can't fool us."

Wen Tailai gave him no chance, quickly closing in and unleashing a Thunder Strike.

Wang Hu's expression changed, and he quickly swung his sword to defend himself.

But just then, a cold voice rang out.

"Your master is gone. Good luck to you."

These words came from Feng Buping, who was fighting with Wang Xuan, the leader of the Seven Mysteries Sect.

At the same time, Wang Xuan's pupils suddenly contracted.

Suddenly, the longsword in Feng Buping's hand blazed with blood-red light, emitting an eerie crimson hue.

"The Secret Art of Blood Magic!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Xuan saw streaks of blood-red light explode from the longsword in Feng Buping's hand, transforming into countless blood-red swords that hurtled towards him.

"Everyone, be careful."

Wang Xuan swiftly retreated, his longsword moving so fast that only afterimages could be seen. He blocked the oncoming blood swords one by one while issuing a warning to the others.

The three men besieging Wang Hu glanced over and saw Feng Buping force Wang Xuan back with a single sword strike before quickly disengaging from the battlefield.

The change was too sudden. The two masters who were besieging the Black Tiger Gang wanted to help, but the incident happened so suddenly that they were also forced back by Feng Buping's sword.

"Chase!"

"This person possesses the secret art of blood magic; he's a big fish."

Without the slightest hesitation, Wang Xuan of Blood Sword exchanged a glance with the other two masters and immediately chased after Feng Buping.

"A utter disgrace!"

Wang Xuan's face darkened as he watched Feng Buping run faster and faster.

A perfectly good ambush was ruined by the escape of two men in such a short time. How can they hold their heads high in front of the government now?

Ultimately, it's because they've been living a peaceful life for too long and have lost the courage to fight back.

Upon seeing danger, one instinctively wants to retreat, but unwittingly gives the opponent an opportunity.

......

"This dense forest connects the dock to the distant waters; if there are any fish that have escaped the net, this is where the chances are greatest."

Looking at the complex terrain of the mountains and forests before him, Zhou An, who had rushed over, dared not delay and quickly looked around.

He wasn't sure if anyone would come, but since they were already here, and he'd finally found an opportunity, he was determined to take the gamble.

The Black Tiger Gang's actions were too outrageous; now that they've been discovered, they'll inevitably become outlaws.

Even a small dock can harbor hidden talents; it's quite normal for one or two to slip through the net on the battlefield.

It's easy to get the martial artists in Ningshan City's martial arts school to compete for credit, but when it comes to a life-or-death struggle, no one is willing to give up their life.

"Wang Hu is definitely not going to escape. Both the government and the martial arts school owners know him very well."

But these people, who are highly likely to be involved with the demonic cult, might have some desperate trump cards up their sleeves... My chances are very high.

Zhou An stared intently at the direction of the main battlefield, not daring to blink, for fear of missing an opportunity to learn about blood techniques and test his spiritual roots.

But if the newcomer is too strong, he is also prepared to turn around and run away.

"If we cannot defeat him in one move, we must not linger here for even a moment."

With this thought in mind, Zhou An gripped the fine iron longsword in his hand tightly.

soon.

Zhou An heard a series of hurried footsteps coming from afar.

He climbed to a high vantage point and looked into the distance. In the hazy night, he saw a person fleeing rapidly in his direction, with three blurry figures chasing after him.

"There's still time."

As he spoke, Zhou An jumped down from the tree trunk. The moment he landed, his powerful qi and blood erupted, and he sped away at an extremely fast speed.

Before the mud and withered leaves scattered on the ground had even fallen, Zhou An was already ten steps away.

"Um?"

With the dense forest in sight, a sudden alarm bell rang in Feng Buping's heart, and he abruptly looked up ahead.

Suddenly, a person appeared and attacked at an extremely fast speed.

Feng Buping dared not be negligent. He slashed his left arm with his sword, and the moment the blood stained the sword, he immediately used the Blood Technique again.

His instincts from years of fighting told him that the government's men left behind in this place must be far more ruthless than the previous martial arts school owners.

"Whoosh!"

The two quickly approached each other, and when they were only about ten steps apart, Feng Buping swung his sword, and the blood on the sword poured out like a torrential downpour towards the approaching man.

With the blessing of the Blood Technique, Feng Buping was confident that no one who had not gathered internal energy and mastered the Blood Technique could withstand this sword strike.

Even experts who wield sword energy can only retreat.

Various thoughts flashed through Feng Buping's mind, but the next moment, his pupils dilated violently.

Sword energy.

Streams of incredibly sharp sword energy burst forth from the longsword in that man's hand, like a raging storm.

No.

This is not sword energy, but sword momentum.

In the blink of an eye, the sword energies connected in mid-air, forming a dense, impenetrable net that enveloped everything.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

In an instant, streaks of blood-red swords exploded in mid-air, while the impenetrable sword energy swept across.

When the sword energy completely landed, Feng Buping and the ground behind him were as if they had been plowed by a plow, leaving no spot intact.

"My name is Li Feiyu, and I am in charge of guarding this area. All of you can leave with peace of mind."

As they spoke, Zhou An strode forward, snatched the long sword from Feng Buping's hand, and as he pulled away, threw the severed hand aside.

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