Chapter 35

Facing the several bandits rushing towards him, Su Yimin was not the least bit afraid. He shouted, "Young Master has never taken a life before, but today, I will start with you scoundrels!"

After saying that, he leaped down from the second floor, passing over the heads of the bandits rushing at him. His long sword thrust out rapidly, and countless sword shadows fell like a heavy rain from the sky! With just one sword, he managed to create the momentum of a thousand arrows firing at once!

"Quick, get out of the way!"

The waiter, the chef, and the other bandits hurriedly dodged to the left and right, but they were in the middle of the stairs, which left them with very limited space to move. As they twisted and turned, there was a loud crash, and the wooden stairs collapsed, pinning them underneath.

Taking advantage of their disarray, Su Yimin did not press his advantage. Instead, he continued his sword strikes and attacked the innkeeper, Liu, who was standing at the back.

Capture the leader first, Su Yimin thought. He knew these were not ordinary bandits but seasoned outlaws who had roamed the江湖 (jianghu) for many years. Without some real skills, how could they have survived long enough to retire?

So, despite his boastful words, Su Yimin did not underestimate them. His sword hummed as the Nine Yang True Qi within him reached its peak, determined to strike down the bandit leader in one move, or at least gain the upper hand in the subsequent battle!

Clang!

A metallic sound rang out as Su Yimin's full-strength strike was blocked by Liu's single hand. Liu's right hand, made of flesh and blood, clashed with Su Yimin's iron sword without a single scratch.

Su Yimin was greatly alarmed. Although his weapon was just a standard long sword from the Quanzhen Sect, not a legendary divine weapon, Liu's ability to block it with one hand was truly remarkable!

"Sir, I, Liu, am not a capable person. In the past, I was honored with the title of Iron Arm Black Dragon by the jianghu. Although I have retired for many years, I have not abandoned my skills. Alas, it is a pity that a young hero like you will be killed by my hands today!"

While Liu expressed regret, his actions were merciless. He tightly gripped Su Yimin's sword with his right hand and punched at Su Yimin's chest with his left, carrying a full body of killing intent!

Su Yimin tried to pull his sword free, but Liu's external martial arts were highly refined, and his strength far exceeded Su Yimin's. The sword was firmly held, and he could not pull it out in the short term. With a cold snort, he ignored the weapon, formed his left hand into a palm, and struck Liu's incoming punch.

Boom!

A faint, visible shockwave spread from the point where their hands met. Su Yimin grunted, feeling as if his palm had hit a rock. His wrist ached severely, and blood spurted out. His left arm hung limply, unable to lift.

Liu, however, fared even worse. His Iron Shirt skill was formidable, especially his arms, which were as strong as divine weapons. He had thought he could easily kill this meddlesome young man, but Su Yimin's full-strength palm strike left him at no advantage...

With a spurt of blood, Liu fell to the ground, his face pale and continuously vomiting blood.

Su Yimin, despite the pain, broke into a triumphant smile.

Little fool... What a moron! Don't you know what kind of skill I practice? The Heart-Crushing Palm from the *Nine Yin Manual*, powered by Nine Yang True Qi. The combination of these two supreme martial arts is not something a mere NPC can withstand!

Dare to clash palms with me? I am the legendary Duan Changchang!

Liu, lying there with a pale face, continued to vomit blood. The fiery and tyrannical qi from Su Yimin's strike had entered his body through his arm, burning like a raging fire. In an instant, it reached his heart meridian and exploded!

Liu's external skills were astonishing, but his internal cultivation was mediocre. Unable to suppress the Nine Yang True Qi, he could only let it continuously damage his heart meridian!

"Boss!"

The others, who had been pinned under the stairs, struggled to their feet, all covered in dust but unharmed.

Liu, gritting his teeth, said, "This kid's palm technique is formidable. Don't clash palms with him! I'm fine, but quickly kill this kid. He is a disciple of the Quanzhen Sect. If we don't kill him today, we won't survive in the future!"

"Good eyesight!"

Su Yimin couldn't help but admire Liu's insight. He had only used one sword strike, and Liu had already identified his background. Liu was indeed not simple, but his overconfidence in clashing palms with Su Yimin had led to his severe injury. Otherwise, it would have been difficult for Su Yimin to defeat him.

Facing the bandits rushing at him again, Su Yimin sneered inwardly. If you think I only know Quanzhen Sect's skills, you are greatly mistaken. My true strength has never been the Quanzhen sword technique!

"Die!"

The fat chef, wielding a bone-removing knife, was surprisingly agile despite his bulk. He led the charge, and as he reached Su Yimin, he swung the heavy knife with a fierce wind, aiming to cut Su Yimin in half.

Su Yimin jumped high to avoid the knife. The chef's swing missed, and his body swayed to the side. While in mid-air, Su Yimin suddenly changed direction, descending back to his original position without any misalignment in his footprints.

The Spiral Nine Shadows, a supreme lightness skill recorded in the *Nine Yin Manual*, excelled in mid-air directional changes and creating illusions to confuse the enemy. At its peak, it could allow up to nine directional changes and create nine illusions, making it the top lightness skill in the jianghu!

Using the Spiral Nine Shadows to return to the ground, Su Yimin faced the fat chef, who was still swaying from the momentum. With a cold smile, he lightly lifted his sword and mercilessly slashed the chef's throat.

"Ah... ah..." The fat chef clutched his throat and stumbled backward, falling to the ground with a thud. Blood spurted from his throat like a fountain, and he tried to stop the bleeding with his hands but failed. After struggling for a long time, he finally collapsed, his body twitching like a chicken or duck that had been bled out, and then slowly went silent.

"Old Pig!!!"

The others couldn't help but cry out in grief, their eyes filled with even more killing intent.

Su Yimin's hands trembled. His words had been easy, but taking a life was not like killing an NPC in a game. This was a real, living person. Looking at the twitching, fat body, a wave of nausea rose in his stomach, and he felt like vomiting.

"Ugh..." He forced the bile back down. This was not the time to vomit. Facing these ruthless bandits, any sign of weakness could mean his death!

Taking several deep breaths, Su Yimin sneered, "Don't be in a hurry. Soon, I will send all of you to meet your victims in the afterlife. When you see them, remember to say a good word for me, that I, Yang Kang, avenged them! Hehehe..."