Chapter 68

(Listening to the repetition of the previous two chapters and the formatting issues, Hanbao deeply apologizes. It has been fixed. Such issues have occurred repeatedly, and Hanbao guarantees it will not happen again.)

As the sword was about to strike, it suddenly froze.

Xiaoming, who should have had his hand tendons severed, suddenly raised his hand and grabbed the sword that was about to pierce Yuhe.

"What if not?"

Wumouzi's face changed. He thought Xiaoming was using his last strength to grab the sword, so the force should be insufficient.

But when he tried to pull the sword, it didn't budge at all.

Realizing something was wrong, he quickly retreated.

Xiaoming watched Wumouzi retreat but did not pursue.

Of course, the main reason was that he was too weak to chase.

In this short moment, he had勉强将右手的手筋接上.

If it weren't for protecting the little boy, he would have delayed even longer.

"What's going on?" Wumouzi lightly shouted, questioning the guards.

The four guards were also puzzled, looking at Xiaoming in confusion.

However, seeing that Xiaoming's other hand was still weak, they thought perhaps they hadn't severed the tendons of that hand properly.

One of the guards immediately stepped forward to deliver another blow.

But now that Wumouzi no longer had a hostage, Xiaoming could no longer sit and wait to die.

Xiaoming grabbed the blade that was swung at him, pulled it forcefully, and delivered a punch.

The guard, who had thought dealing with a cripple was no big deal, now realized the terror of this young man.

Xiaoming's eyes showed a fierce look as he stared at Wumouzi and the guards, as if they were already dead.

"Kill him!" Wumouzi, seeing this, panicked.

Xiaoming's gaze made him feel uneasy.

So he ordered without hesitation. Although those elixir formulas were good, he didn't want to lose his life over them.

This half-crippled boy, even lying on the ground, made him feel uneasy.

Xiaoming immediately hugged Yuhe, curled up, and a burst of firelight erupted from his body, forcing the guards back. However, this was not a long-term solution.

These guards were not weak. They quickly regrouped and raised their knives to slash at Xiaoming's neck.

Xiaoming remained curled up, ignoring the attacks, as the dozen guards slashed at him.

These guards were all innate experts, capable of projecting their internal energy externally.

The blades, infused with internal energy, were far more powerful than those of post-natal experts.

Although they couldn't inflict fatal wounds on Xiaoming, each strike caused his blood to boil and the evil qi in his body to surge.

The more the guards attacked, the more disheartened they became. How was this boy's body made?

If it were a normal person, they would have been killed a hundred times over.

But these dozen guards, none of them ordinary, found that their attacks didn't even scratch him.

They were relieved that Wumouzi had used a hostage to cripple him earlier; otherwise, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

Wumouzi, growing more alarmed, shouted, "Stab the child in his arms!"

If he hadn't said this, it would have been better. As soon as he spoke, Xiaoming erupted like a fierce dragon.

His previously crippled legs were now fully healed.

Xiaoming stood up, immediately terrifying the guards.

With a move called "Dragon Coils Taiheng," he forced the guards back and followed with a punch called "Finger Points to Huashan."

The guard closest to Xiaoming's head exploded like a watermelon, instantly shattered.

This series of events left Wumouzi and the guards terrified.

Wumouzi reacted first, pulling out a fire gun from his chest and firing it into the sky, causing a brilliant firework to bloom in the night.

"Calling for reinforcements?" Xiaoming's eyes blazed with fury, staring at Wumouzi. "Do you think you can escape my palm today?"

Wumouzi sneered, still arrogant. "I consider you a remarkable talent. Why not join me and contribute to the great cause of Emperor Liao? I will not hold your past sins against you."

"Join you? If you can withstand this punch, I'll join you." Xiaoming clenched his fists, flames rising, scaring the guards back a few steps.

"Hmph! You refuse the wine and choose the punishment!" Wumouzi's face darkened. He didn't really expect Xiaoming to agree, but it was just to buy time. He then ordered, "Don't engage him directly. He has to protect the child. Just keep him busy. Once General Xu's troops arrive, he will be dead."

"Boy, stand behind me, don't get in my way."

Wumouzi's words were exactly what Xiaoming feared. These guards were not weak, but with his skills, he could handle them.

However, protecting a half-grown boy while fighting was indeed a challenge.

If it dragged on too long, it would be difficult.

To his surprise, Yuhe immediately wiped away his tears. "Big brother, don't worry about hurting me. Kill these dogs. Yuhe can protect himself."

Xiaoming smiled bitterly. How could a half-grown boy protect himself?

Suddenly, a cold wind came from behind. Xiaoming's heart sank.

When did someone hide behind him?

He hadn't noticed. He had just told Yuhe to hide behind him, and the person launched a surprise attack.

He wasn't protecting Yuhe; he was putting him in danger.

Xiaoming turned around, but something unexpected happened.

Yuhe suddenly assumed the stance Xiaoming had used earlier and delivered a punch called "Finger Points to Huashan."

The small fist landed on the attacker's chest.

The attacker, who never expected to be hit by a little boy, was caught off guard.

What was even more shocking was the ferocity of the punch. It hit the attacker's chest, causing him to spit out blood and fall to the ground, unable to get up.

Yuhe, however, was also in bad shape. Xiaoming didn't know where Yuhe had learned the Seven Injuries Fist.

But this martial art wasn't something anyone could use. It first injured oneself before injuring the enemy, which wasn't just a saying.

Yuhe also spat out blood, his eyes wide open, and fell backward.

My little ancestor, using the Seven Injuries Fist with such a small body, isn't this asking for trouble?

Even when he used the Seven Injuries Fist, he would spit out blood with each punch. If it weren't for the Xuanhu Gong, he would have died many times.

Xiaoming quickly picked up Yuhe. Now, it didn't matter how he had learned the Seven Injuries Fist; the situation didn't allow him to be complacent.

There were still ten guards left, all innate experts. Even in the large city of Qingzhou, they would be a formidable force.

Xiaoming could easily kill so many because of the element of surprise and his feigned weakness.

Another reason was his foundation: the Fire Brand Shirt and the Seven Injuries Fist.

These two martial arts complemented each other perfectly. The Fire Brand Shirt was defensive, while the Seven Injuries Fist was offensive, making them the strongest shield and spear combination.

As Jiesha had said, when the enemy can't hurt you, you have many options.

What do the protagonists in those热血漫画 (hot-blooded manga) rely on? Isn't it their resilience?

The guards saw this clearly. They had never encountered such a stubborn opponent. Even when they could wound him, it was only superficial.

Wumouzi saw this even more clearly and couldn't help but laugh. He wasn't worried about his situation.

"We're leaving!"

"Want to leave!?" Xiaoming immediately blocked their path.

"Sir, do you really think you have the upper hand? If we fight to the death, even if we all die, the child in your hands will also suffer."

Xiaoming's face was uncertain. Letting Wumouzi go was hard to accept.

But as Wumouzi said, with Yuhe in his hands, it was hard to fight freely.

Wumouzi saw Xiaoming's hesitation and immediately left under the protection of the guards, heading down the mountain.

From a distance, Xiaoming's voice echoed, "One day, when the Longze River flows, I will make the Yangtze River flow backward!"

This sentence showed how deep Xiaoming's hatred was. Wumouzi, who had been calm, almost turned back to fight to the death with Xiaoming.

Fortunately, Wumouzi knew this battle couldn't happen. Xiaoming's strength made him wary.

Even if he used all the guards, he could only kill the useless child, which would only fuel Xiaoming's killing intent.

Although he had a thousand troops outside, they were not nearby. By the time they returned, Xiaoming would be long gone, and the news of the Shen Ce Army's invasion would be out, leaving them no place to stand in Qing Shui Town.

Wumouzi was furious but had to think of the bigger picture. The priority was to hide the troops and plan for the future.

After all, the Wu Liang Sect was just a small sect. If the mission failed because of the Wu Liang Sect, it would be a loss.

Xiaoming also knew the situation was serious. The Wu Liang Sect was no longer safe, so he carried Yuhe down the mountain.

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