Chapter 5

As Yu Canghai took out his signature move, he was already extremely angry. The Heart-Crushing Palm Technique he unleashed enveloped everything within a ten-foot radius in front of him. In terms of the viciousness and cruelty of the palm technique, it was hard to find a better one in the martial world.

"Excellent palm technique!" Chen Ang praised. "But it’s useless!"

He stretched his right palm backward and his left palm forward, simultaneously using his little and ring fingers to hold three flying darts, while his powerful index and middle fingers pinched a silver nail. The closest to him, Linghu Chong, could only see the afterimages of his hands and the six points of silver light flashing between his palms.

These six points of silver light vanished in an instant, aiming directly at Yu Canghai’s vital points.

The six swallow-tail darts were made of extremely tough titanium alloy, and their aerodynamic shape, simulated by large computers, gave them unparalleled balance. Under Chen Ang’s exquisite technique, even a stone could be pierced, and they had other special uses.

Yu Canghai naturally dared not block them directly. Hearing the slight wind sound of the darts whistling past his ears, he knew that blocking them would be suicidal.

His cloak flipped, and a fine iron mask covered his vital points. This was his unique martial art, learned from the face-changing technique of Sichuan performers, combined with a specially crafted cold iron mask, which was his secret and deadly move.

The cold iron mask was easily pierced like thin paper, but the momentum of the darts was slightly slowed.

Yu Canghai spread his cloak, and his entire body shrank to the ground. His small stature, combined with the large cloak, made him seem to vanish, and the darts only pierced the cloak without harming him at all.

Yu Canghai could be considered a genius for combining magic tricks and martial arts so perfectly.

But his joy was short-lived. He heard a light "swoosh" behind his head, but it didn’t come from his ears; instead, it went toward the surrounding disciples.

Linghu Chong saw clearly that the six points of cold light flew out of the door, circled in the air, and then shot back with full force, aiming at the Qingcheng disciples.

"Thud!"

A swallow-tail dart pierced through Hong Renxiong’s neck and exited through his mouth. He didn’t even have time to cry out before he fell dead, clutching his throat. The other five Qingcheng disciples, one covering his left ear, one his right, two holding their pierced palms, and the last one staring at his hat nailed to the wall, were terrified to the core.

This incredible dart technique frightened the remaining few into crouching on the ground, covering their heads.

"These are boomerangs!" Yu Canghai’s eyes were bloodshot, but before he could react, he felt a slight chill in his chest. He quickly shifted his stance, moving a few inches away in an instant. The two dull silver lights that shot at him collided lightly in the original spot and then shot out in opposite directions.

Yu Canghai glared at the silver nail about to pierce his chest, took a deep breath, and his chest seemed to be hit by a fist, caving in a bowl-sized depression, narrowly avoiding the silver nail. When he retreated several steps out of the door, everyone noticed that his chest was torn open, leaving a three-inch wound.

All of this happened in a flash. Linghu Chong never expected that the once mighty Yu Canghai would be forced to retreat in such a狼狈 manner after just one round. With just six darts and two silver nails, Chen Ang had completely demoralized the Qingcheng disciples.

"Forest Piercing Swallow, Meteor Chasing Moon, Looking Back at the Moon, Silver Stars Scattering!" Yu Canghai, trying to remain calm, recited the names of Chen Ang’s throwing techniques. "Who are you, to come and trouble the young disciples of Qingcheng?"

"Not to trouble, but to teach you not to disturb my drinking with Linghu brother!" Chen Ang waved his hand, and the Qingcheng disciples, hearing this, hurriedly retreated outside the door.

Seeing his disciples so cowardly, Yu Canghai only glared at Linghu Chong with a murderous look, clearly harboring a grudge.

"Since you don’t want us to disturb you, we will take our leave!" Yu Canghai, suppressing his anger, waved his hand to have his disciples collect Hong Renxiong’s body, swallowing his pride.

"Hold it!" Chen Ang wouldn’t let him off.

Yu Canghai, enraged, threatened, "What more do you want? Do you want to break ties with Qingcheng?" His tone was clearly hostile. Linghu Chong, hearing this, knew he was trying to use the banner of the righteous martial world. With Ding Yi and Liu Zhengfeng present, he wasn’t afraid of Chen Ang’s throwing techniques.

"Did you think you could just walk away after disturbing my banquet? There’s no such thing in this world!" Chen Ang sneered, seeing the fear in Yu Canghai’s eyes.

Most of the throwing techniques he used just now were learned from Yu Canghai. How could he let such a living textbook go?

Others had to bow and scrape to learn martial arts, serving their sects like oxen and horses. They might get a word or two of true guidance when their master was in a good mood, but even then, they could only learn the surface. If they encountered someone with connections, they would be beaten down in a few years.

Even if they had a miraculous encounter and obtained a secret manual, they had to be wary of the previous master’s hidden tricks, often altered or concealed in key places. From the famous disciple Mei Chaofeng to the third-rate martial artists seeking medical help, all had been deceived.

But Chen Ang, in his omnipotent state, could learn and understand things in a few rounds of combat, as if the opponent was teaching him step by step. There was no need to worry about them hiding anything. It was simply cheating.

When Yu Canghai shot the darts at Chen Ang, Chen Ang, in his overclocked state, recorded Yu Canghai’s unique techniques and even deduced several follow-up moves that Yu Canghai hadn’t thought of. He then used the learned techniques to shoot back, making the original owner unrecognizable.

If Chen Ang’s understanding of internal energy were better, he would have shown Yu Canghai the Heart-Crushing Palm Technique, teaching him that there were male and female versions, and the female version was no match for the male version.

But before Yu Canghai could respond, Master Ding Yi and Liu Zhengfeng arrived hastily. Chen Ang, disappointed, put down his hand, knowing the fight was probably over.

Unexpectedly, Yu Canghai swallowed his pride, but someone didn’t want him to back down.

"Yu the Shorty’s head-shrinking skills are truly eye-opening. Everyone should see that Qingcheng’s greatest skill is head-shrinking, and if that fails, it’s testicle-shrinking! Hahaha!" A hoarse voice suddenly emerged, moving left and right, making it hard to pinpoint the direction.

"Who are you, hiding and daring to be so insolent!" Yu Canghai couldn’t hold back any longer, raising his sword and scanning the surroundings.

Unexpectedly, before the person spoke, a hunchback in the corner shrieked, "Yu Canghai, you are so shameless!" The small hunchback, with a bowed back and a face full of hatred, glared at Yu Canghai as if ready to devour him.

Others didn’t know who he was, but Chen Ang knew his background well.

The small hunchback was none other than Lin Pingzhi, the most tragic figure in the original story, whose parents and family were killed, and who castrated himself to kill his father-in-law. A typical heavenly curse, with five misfortunes, not only did his entire family die, but his wife’s family also perished.

Of course, the current Lin Pingzhi’s parents were still alive, and he was a kind and somewhat naive young man, not the ruthless and decisive Lin Pingzhi of the future. In his school days, Chen Ang often felt sorry for his tragic fate and wondered what his life would be like without the辟邪剑谱 (Evil-Exorcising Sword Manual).

Would he let go of his hatred and live a normal life, or would he be determined to seek revenge and die at the hands of Yue Buqun?

With Lin Pingzhi here, Yue Buqun couldn’t be far away, and with Mu Gaofeng lurking in the shadows, the scene was quite lively. If Chen Ang didn’t intervene, Lin Pingzhi would either be kidnapped by Mu Gaofeng or protected by Yue Buqun, and nothing serious would happen to him, or at least not until Yue Buqun found the Evil-Exorcising Sword Manual.

But Chen Ang was very curious: If he took Lin Pingzhi away, would Yue Buqun come looking for him?