Republic of China Era: Entering the Dao through Divine Strike.

There was no joy on her face.

Instead, it felt somewhat heavy.

I had already seen my junior brother's fist and sword techniques when he fought against the two disciples of Monk Jinzhong last time.

He can turn the rotten into the miraculous... Ordinary tricks always shine with dazzling brilliance in his hands.

Especially in life-or-death situations, they often come up with brilliant moves.

No one knows what kind of amazing methods he will use.

Originally, Cheng Feiyan should have been very confident.

But just now, a sense of foreboding welled up in her heart.

This feeling came from nowhere, and I couldn't pinpoint what was wrong. All I could do was remind my junior brother to be more careful.

"I understand, a cornered beast will fight to the death!"

Li Xin chuckled.

"If self-mutilation were effective, the foreign devils wouldn't be able to invade. Why don't we all cut ourselves and drive all those foreigners out?"

Zhang Yuanhao's face, which had just recovered, immediately turned ashen again.

This time it wasn't an injury, but rather that I got angry again.

"Okay, I hope your knife is as sharp as your lips."

"Of course... Don't worry, this time I'll make sure you see it clearly, without any doubt. I won't attack from behind, so people won't say I'm sneaking up on you again."

"court death."

Zhang Yuanhao's temples throbbed, his eyes turned bloodshot, and he dragged his sword away.

The ground rumbled underfoot, shattering the stone slabs and leaving a mess.

He leaned forward, his steps were like arrows, and his bloodshot eyes were like those of a mad tiger.

Before the sword was even drawn, he let out a roar.

It was like a thunderclap in mid-air.

The shock made everyone around shake their heads, and they felt an itch in their ears.

hum...

Amidst the tiger's roar, a flash of cold light streaked out from the broad scabbard.

It cascades down like a waterfall.

I just saw the flash of a knife.

The roar was drowned out by the thunderous clang of the blades, as if it were floating in the sky.

"What a fine Tiger Soul Blade!"

Li Xin narrowed his eyes, and just seeing the glint of the blade made his brow throb violently... His left shoulder felt like it was being pricked by needles, and he saw hallucinations.

It seemed as if the other party had transformed into a real white-browed, fierce tiger, pouncing at his chest.

A foul, fishy stench filled the nostrils.

He slightly turned his body, and the long sword in his hand moved like a sprite, the blade held diagonally against his elbow, and he thrust it out in a counter-attack.

Clang.

Shen Xiong Dali vanished without a trace the moment he touched his own blade.

The cold light suddenly refracted, turning the oblique slash into a horizontal cut.

Change direction within a small space.

It quickly formed a streak of arc light.

"Good timing."

Li Xin moved swiftly, like a swallow skimming the water, and escaped the encirclement of the opponent's broadsword.

The blade flashed like waves, closing in.

Using the momentum of the undulations, his body leaped into the air, spun around, and rolled over the back of the broadsword.

The blade slashed down with the speed of a wheel.

Use the force of the blow to deflect the attack and then move swiftly, following up with "Swallow Skimming the Water" with "White Python Turning Over".

The knife moves with the person; the person and the knife become one.

With a single slash, a powerful gust of wind exploded, and the blade's light aimed straight for Zhang Yuanhao's head.

This move combines parrying and slashing, using retreat as a means of advance, and is so fast that the eyes cannot react.

However, Zhang Yuanhao seemed to have been prepared all along.

A cold smile flashed across his lips.

The scabbard, which had been hanging limply to the left, remained motionless.

Suddenly, a loud popping sound came from the spring.

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Chapter Fifty-Four: Hidden Hands Pursuing Souls, Tendon-Changing and Bone-Sh

"Clang..."

Three cold stars shot out like lightning.

"not good."

"mean!"

A gasp of surprise rippled through the crowd.

Previously, everyone was captivated by what they saw.

The two attacked and defended, one fierce and the other graceful, each move extremely dangerous, leaving the audience breathless.

Seeing Li Xin's agile and ever-changing movements, and his unpredictable and amazing swordsmanship, one could see that he was agile and ever-changing.

In just two rounds, he had gained the upper hand and cornered Zhang Yuanhao.

I never expected this.

Zhang Yuanhao's huge scabbard in his left hand was not just for decoration, nor was it used as a shield.

Instead, crossbow bolts were loaded inside the scabbard.

Judging from the vibrating sound of the mechanism and the speed at which the three points of cold light were emitted, it was clearly the work of a master craftsman, and the destructive power of the hidden weapon was extremely astonishing.

Li Xin now leaps and rolls, his blade striking down with the force of thunder, advancing without retreat.

They are the perfect live target.

"Puff puff……"

The figure in mid-air was pierced by three points of cold light.

For a moment, everyone's eyes were dazzled, but when they looked again, they saw a white outer robe fluttering to the ground.

Li Xin, who was originally hovering in the air, had somehow appeared behind Zhang Yuanhao.

His height became extremely short, like that of a three- or four-year-old child, only reaching the knees of an average person.

In the blink of an eye, the short figure's bones cracked and popped, and his body grew as if exposed to the wind.

The loose-fitting clothes, which used to be like a sack, have been stretched out and become fuller again.

He was still a handsome young man with sword-like eyebrows, bright eyes, red lips, white teeth, and a slender figure.

Not far in front of him.

Zhang Yuanhao remained motionless, his broadsword still extended forward, the scabbard poised to unleash a hidden weapon.

Just as everyone was wondering why he was behaving this way, they seemed to hear the wind.

"Hiss..."

Under everyone's gaze, a wound the size of a child's lip suddenly appeared on the left side of Zhang Yuanhao's neck.

The blood dispersed like mist, then gushed out like a fountain.

A splash of crimson blood filled the air.

With a hoarse voice, he struggled to say, "Such a sharp knife."

His body swayed, then he collapsed to the ground, twitched twice, and then fell still.

"How did they do it? I didn't understand at all!"

"Robe-shedding and position-shifting, bone-shrinking technique..."

"More than that, what's most impressive is that even as his body shrunk to the size of a child, he swung his sword while running at top speed, so fast that he couldn't even see a shadow."

"Too clever by half, he ruined his own life. Zhang Yuanhao miscalculated."

If he had surrendered when he was sent flying by a single blow, he could have saved his life. Why did he have to do this?

"It can only be said that man is a tiger, and tiger is a man. He couldn't beat others in martial arts, and he couldn't even outwit them in cunning. He died a worthy death."

"This time, Huiyou Escort Agency not only failed to save face, but also ended up losing face as well."

He lost both the martial arts contest and his moral character. Old Master Song was wise throughout his life.

Unexpectedly, in his old age, this reputation was bestowed upon his own prized disciple.

The commotion at Cheng's Martial Arts School drew a large crowd of onlookers.

Many people even clung to the walls to watch the battle.

After all, both sides are prominent figures.

In particular, Zhang Yuanhao's reputation for "Three Fists Without Limits" was well-known throughout the north.

As for Li Xin...

Those with limited information only knew that this was a disciple of the Cheng family's Bagua master, a newly accepted genius disciple.

Those who were well-informed were shocked and looked at Li Xin's slightly immature face with undisguised awe.

"What a fine [Yama's Decree, Third Prince]!"

Someone sighed softly.

"His reputation is indeed well-deserved; from now on, the capital will undergo a major transformation."

"What 'King Yama's Decree'? What does this have to do with Nezha, the Third Prince?"

That great hero was busy upholding justice and killing villains who trembled in fear.

He wouldn't go to a crowded place in broad daylight.

After the sallow-faced man finished speaking, he felt seven or eight pairs of eyes looking at him with very strange expressions.

It's like looking at an idiot.

Everyone knows it, but nobody talks about it.

In the world of martial arts, there will never be a shortage of villains and scoundrels.

There will also be plenty of heroic figures.

Regardless of their stance, most people still have their own moral compass.

Deep down, I feel disgust and hatred towards those scum who bully the weak and vulnerable, women and children.

They may not be brave enough or capable enough to face those evil forces.

But that didn't stop them from secretly admiring him.

No matter what, one can't help but feel a little more respect for that boy who always wears the "Nezha, the Third Prince" mask and goes out late at night.

That was my lost youth, my vanished courage. That upright spirit, that burning passion...

If anyone could be worthy of the word "knight-errant".