Why do I have so many masters?-Chapter 656 - 261 Turns out Everyone is Mediocre (2/2) (3001)

A flash of thunder passed through Wang Anfeng's drooping eyes.

The right hand that seemed to be bound by chains let go of the sword handle and fiercely grasped the chains. The Yan Zhi Sword Master reacted instantly, but at that moment, he suddenly felt a burning pain in the area where he had just been punched continuously.

The heat gathered and then burst forth explosively.

A muffled thunderous roar erupted on the Yan Zhi Sword Master, visible thunder traveling across his body, charring it black, and his internal organs were even more scorched and yellowed, his breath weak and faint.

Thunder Path: Heavenly Thunder Fist.

The martial arts technique created by Li Qidao erupted for the first time.

The violent thunder was transmitted along the chains to Wang Anfeng, stimulating all the acupoints around his body. The previously dimming Golden Bell Shield reassembled and surged forward a step, angrily shouting.

His arms swelled with muscles, pulling on the chains. The chain, connected to the Yan Zhi Sword's handle, along with the severely injured Yan Zhi Sword Master, were accurately smashed face-first toward that Flood Dragon Slaying Sword.

"Heavenly Pair of Flying Swallows."

"Today, it changes to Flying Hong!"

The momentum of the Flood Dragon Slaying Sword instantly collapsed, dodging to the side.

Wang Anfeng's hand instantly released the chains, and he leaped into the air.

The young man who had been restraining his left hand, meaning he was also restrained by Wang Anfeng, couldn't dodge in time.

Wang Anfeng's knee smashed directly into the face of the Swordsman restraining his left arm. The terrifying force erupted instantly, breaking through the internal defense and smashing his nasal bones, causing him to stagger backward, dazed and dizzy.

The famous sword in his hand suddenly thrust towards Wang Anfeng, the strike still stable and powerful.

With a splurch, the longsword penetrated his body, turning Wang Anfeng's body a pale golden color. His movements didn't stop; he fiercely stepped forward, allowing the sword edge to pierce him.

Amidst a roar, his blood surged, and his inner strength at the peak of the Sixth Rank burst forth. He forced it to push into the Fifth Rank Realm, squeezing out the last of his inner strength from his newly opened meridians, then fiercely punched.

The young man clearly hadn't anticipated his opponent being so wild. He took the punch straight on, his blood surged, and he coughed out a mouthful of fresh blood, then immediately realized another terrifying fact.

He was now within a foot's distance of a martial artist whose fist technique was extremely brutal.

The master of the Flood Dragon Slaying Sword became flustered as Wang Anfeng got into close quarters with him, making it difficult to draw the sword. In that moment of hesitation, Wang Anfeng had already grabbed him and viciously slammed him onto the ground, raising his right hand as the air around them surged.

Behind him, an image of a man dozens of feet tall appeared, a spitting image of Wang Anfeng, also pale golden, half-kneeling with the left hand below, as if tightly grabbing someone, and the right hand clenched, lifted high.

What would require a Middle Third Rank martial artist to meditate to experience the Heaven and Earth Phenomena seemed to naturally occur for him.

Heaven and Earth surged.

He paused for a breath, then heavily smashed down.

The wind rose and the clouds surged, replaced by a wave of air that shot to the sky.

The elderly woman with white hair, holding the Flood Dragon Slaying Sword, felt a chill in her heart by the sheer irrational brute strength that had just driven the young man Wang Anfeng was holding into the ground. The ground cracked, and terrifying waves of air enveloped it and rose.

Amidst the debris, Wang Anfeng suddenly bent his knee and with the tremendous force of Vajra, he heavily slammed into the man's abdomen. His left hand covered the man's mouth and nose, shaking him with his inner strength so violently that the foul blood in his mouth was forced back into his trachea. With his right hand, he pulled out Xue Qinshuang's dagger from his waist and, with his last bit of strength, viciously stabbed it into his throat.

A Fourth Rank martial artist struggled for a few moments under the agonizing pain of having his throat pierced and suffocation, gradually losing his breath.

Wang Anfeng slowly stood up, seemingly unstable, staggered forward half a step, then steadied himself and turned to look at the white-haired old woman, who had not managed to react due to his overly fierce and unexpected attack.

He exhaled a breath of stale air, nodded amiably, and said,

"Do you also want to fight?"

"Please wait a moment."

His right hand lifted, gripping the hilt of the sword that had pierced into him, and he violently exerted force. Amidst a sonorous clamor, a stream of blood followed, flowing down the sword edge onto the ground.

He casually threw the sword on the ground, creating a clang.

"Now it is okay."

Despite being utterly drained and barely able to move, Wang Anfeng still appeared as if he was in his prime, his eyes bright as stars and smiling,

"I'm here to kill you..."

The master of the Flood Dragon Slaying Sword glanced at his thoroughly dead companion, his mind perhaps still reeling from that tyrannically terrifying assault like a mad tiger, nearly overwhelmed with fear, he subconsciously took a half step back.

Then, thinking of the consequences of retreating, he gritted his teeth, lifted the Flood Dragon Slaying Sword in his hand, and before he could make a move, it was snatched away by a figure in a blue robe, who seemed to have been waiting there all along, standing with his left hand behind his back, and his right hand holding the sword, his expression unclear whether it showed joy, anger, sorrow, or happiness.

The white-haired old woman hesitated for a moment, then immediately retreated explosively.

Hong Luoyu didn't pursue, just stood in place, still gripping the sword tightly, and said softly, "Step back."

In the direction he was gazing, a middle-aged man stepped forward with an air of casual grace on his face. Holding a sword in his right hand, he smiled and said,

"I thought you would never come out."

"If that were the case, I would have been quite worried, for assassins are always more dangerous."

Hong Luoyu sneered,

"I just wanted to see which shrinking turtle hiding on the side was worth killing."

The middle-aged man chuckled and asked, "And what do you think now?"

Hong Luoyu smirked coldly, "Not worth it—a weakling who preys on the small, naturally not worth killing."

On the contrary, the middle-aged man laughed loudly,

"What a sharp tongue you have, but today I must do this. I owe someone a favor, using might to bully the weak will have to do. That's how it is in Jianghu, where favors are repaid and grudges are avenged."

"Today, I will hold you off for the time it takes an incense stick to burn."

"I will certainly not harm your life."

"What filthy lies."

Hong Luoyu coldly smirked as his figure instantly vanished.

The middle-aged Scholar narrowed his eyes slightly and casually swung his sword forward, creating a crisp clang at the blade's edge, followed by another sound. Hong Luoyu, who was known for his movement techniques worldwide, launched thirteen sword strikes, all of which were blocked.

Hong Luoyu reappeared before Wang Anfeng with a segment of his robe sliced off, yet his expression had turned serene.

The middle-aged Swordsman smiled amiably and pointed to his feet,

"Your speed is fast, but as long as my sword is faster than you, that is sufficient."

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"While you can travel thousands of miles under the moon and return in one day, I am no match for you."

"But within these three feet of Qingfeng, I have more than enough leeway to kill you."

Hong Luoyu did not deny and slowly said,

"Who are you."

The middle-aged man smiled,

"Pei Danding."

There are many with the surname Pei, but there is only one Pei Danding.

"I wondered who it was, so it turns out to be the court's jesting Sword Saint... heh..."

"Hardly worthy of the title 'Sword Saint'."

Pei Danding raised his longsword, saying softly,

"This time, it's my turn to attack."

"Be careful, sir, my sword is not a dull technique that can be easily seen through."

Hong Luoyu scoffed derisively, but a familiar cold voice rang in his ears,

"Hold him back."

"The remaining charm will be poured into this automaton, letting you unleash your full strength. The martial skills of me and Ci are too consuming of charm; we simply cannot stop him."

"Not able to stop? His swordsmanship can break through Ci's Vajra Indestructible Divine Skill?"

"It would be a draw, but Ci's Vajra Indestructible Divine Skill constantly consumes charm, making it impossible to attack more than three moves..."

At Yufu Mountain, there are thousands of pines and the sound of waves.

With slightly graying temples, Su Zhengcheng looked down at the people fighting below. Seeing the sword qi crisscrossing, and watching Wang Anfeng creating opportunities to kill two men instantly at the expense of severe injuries, he couldn't help but say,

"Indeed, worthy of being raised by Li Qidao."

"But when attacking the Jinwu Dynasty, Tu Yuande, known as the first to slay generals for his bravery, was no more than this. If this young man were to join the army, he would be a fierce general of Great Qin, deserving the title of Marquis."

"What a pity."

Behind him stood one hundred people in black Mingguang Armor, their right hands on their swords and left hands holding spears, beside superior-ranked horses and Blackwater Flood Dragons. The sinister aura of the Military Family formed a formation, manifesting as a barely visible black giant wolf with its fangs slightly bared.

Su Zhengcheng spoke quietly,

"Gentlemen, the Supreme Former Emperor has ordered us to take prisoners."

"Do you understand?"

"Yes!"

The man in black old attire defeated another major piece in a game of chess, seeming to be out of patience for playing further, he sent the Scholar back, took a sip of wine, looking at the landscape outside, like whispering low that day at the Wen Family, he murmured,

"Ah, Wang Tiance..."

"After you left, this world has grown a bit more tedious."

"That day, perhaps I should not have cut off your way of life; however, the play of Divine Martial Mansion you arranged, old man, I took it for myself."

He finished his wine and scoffed,

"Turns out, the world is full of mediocrity."

PS: This is the second update of the day...

Su Zhengcheng originally appeared in chapters one hundred eighty and one hundred eighty-one, under the Supreme Former Emperor. He went to Great Liang Village to find traces of Wang Anfeng.