Chapter 51

The knife-wielder indeed dared not risk his life in a fight to the death with Zhuang Wudao, and he shouted loudly, "Wang Ba, you bastard, I'll curse your ancestors!"

As he spoke, he simultaneously drew his blade to block, positioning it in front of him. However, Zhuang Wudao had already changed his fist into a palm, and once again used the Great Boulder Smash technique!

The sound of the powerful impact immediately echoed through the street. With the Great Boulder Smash, Zhuang Wudao's palm struck the spirit weapon longsword, which had already been imbued with the Second Level Tower Law, and it was shattered by his palm, breaking into hundreds of pieces that scattered in all directions.

The knife-wielder staggered back several steps, spitting out a mouthful of dark red blood mixed with bits of flesh, clearly indicating that his internal organs had been injured.

His eyes were filled with fear and shock, his fighting spirit waning, and his gaze became more evasive.

"This boy should be left to me! I ask for your assistance, all three of you!"

This voice suddenly sounded, coming from about two zhang (about 6.6 meters) to the side of Zhuang Wudao. It was low and piercing, making it impossible to determine its true origin.

The Qi Practitioner knife-wielder's face immediately brightened. He discarded the broken blade in his hand, kicked up a discarded steel broadsword from the ground, and rushed forward again.

Zhuang Wudao raised an eyebrow slightly. He had no idea when this person had arrived at his side. The person had approached silently, and he had not sensed anything at all!

Turning his head to look, he saw no one. Instead, a sharp wind pierced his left ear. It was likely a dagger, extremely sharp.

External martial arts were not omnipotent. Areas like the ears, nose, eyes, and groin were always difficult to strengthen, and thus could not truly be made impervious to blades. Even the Bull Demon Yuan Body, considered a supreme external martial art, was no exception.

If this dagger struck, it could pierce through Zhuang Wudao's brain!

Zhuang Wudao instinctively placed a hand over his ear, but the forceful wind disappeared. Then it came from behind his neck. This was not a weakness of the Bull Demon Yuan Body, but if a powerful true essence struck the vital points in his neck, it could paralyze him, making him lose control over his limbs for a short time.

When Zhuang Wudao dodged, the dagger cut toward his heel.

Several consecutive strikes all targeted his vital points. However, after a few breaths, Zhuang Wudao still had no idea what this person looked like.

This person's strength was at most that of a six-bull level, even less than many Bone Marrow Practitioners. However, his speed was incredibly fast, surpassing ordinary Qi Practitioners by three to four times.

At this moment, the Qi Practitioner knife-wielder and Wang Ba also attacked again, refusing to give Zhuang Wudao the chance to engage in a direct power struggle. They only engaged in continuous combat, using spells from time to time. Zhuang Wudao felt like a trapped beast, as if he were in a cage, unable to move even a step for a hundred breaths. Not only could he not move, but the situation became even more dangerous. Several times, the dagger nearly struck him from behind.

"Zhuang Wudao, you fool, pig brain! They have already lost more than half their people. Why don't you leave now? Why stay here to show off and wait to die? If you want to kill Feng San, I can help you afterward. A word from me, and his head will be yours! If you die today, who will accompany me with my Blood Essence Pill?"

A slightly anxious, sweet voice reached Zhuang Wudao's ears. Without looking, he knew it must be Beiting Wan'er, who was at least thirty zhang (about 100 meters) above.

Zhuang Wudao remained unmoved, not even glancing upward. Despite being surrounded by four Qi Practitioners, he felt no frustration or impatience. Instead, his mind became even calmer and more focused. His fighting spirit, however, remained high and burning.

His bones and marrow itched, and the surging blood seemed to contain something that was about to break free. Below his left rib, a sense of emptiness gradually grew, as if an endless abyss was eroding everything.

Zhuang Wudao was aware of this but paid no attention, completely absorbed in the battle.

What was the difference between killing Feng San himself today and having the Beiting family settle the score afterward?

He saw this battle as a whetstone for himself, and his feelings became increasingly clear. By killing Feng San, he might take a crucial step forward in both his cultivation and martial arts.

Although being surrounded by four Qi Practitioners made it difficult for him to escape, it deepened his understanding of the three sets of boxing techniques he had mastered. Not only the application of the techniques but also the underlying principles of martial arts.

Many of these principles "Yun'er" had already explained to him, but he had never experienced them firsthand. He had memorized them, but his understanding was superficial. Now, as he continuously tried to break free from the困境, these memories gradually came to life, integrating into his boxing techniques. With each exchange with the three opponents, Zhuang Wudao gained some insight.

Especially with the Six Harmonies Xingyi, a direct and aggressive boxing technique that mimicked the shapes of eight beasts, fierce and powerful like a torrent or thunder, Zhuang Wudao's understanding deepened significantly.

Despite being in a dangerous situation, Zhuang Wudao felt a sense of security. The three opponents dared not engage him head-on, allowing him to gradually recover his strength with the help of his pills. On the contrary, Wang Ba and the knife-wielder became increasingly anxious.

Half an hour was almost up, and it had already been more than three quarters of an hour. If they failed to subdue Zhuang Wudao by then, their efforts would be in vain. The current缠斗 would be meaningless.

If the battle dragged on too long and the Beiting family arrived, or if Zhuang Wudao pursued and killed them, most of the people here, except for the one with the dagger and the unpredictable movements, would likely not survive.

A cold sneer appeared on Zhuang Wudao's lips. He was waiting for the moment when the three became anxious and made a mistake. One mistake would be enough!

Even Beiting Wan'er, standing on a white eagle in the sky, gradually noticed the situation and stopped speaking to avoid disturbing Zhuang Wudao's concentration.

The four engaged in close combat, and the surrounding soldiers could not get close, nor dared to approach.

Everyone knew that Zhuang Wudao's bare hands could split mountains and rocks, and they could not withstand a direct attack. The three opponents relied on their agility to avoid direct confrontation. If the soldiers joined in, they would only hinder the three.

At the end of the alley, Feng San's face was ashen, his eyes flashing with a fierce light. He silently took an eight-foot-long bow from one of his attendants and placed a two-zhang-long iron-tipped arrow on the string.

Zhuang Wudao felt a sudden sharpness in his mind, followed by a sharp whistling sound. An arrow appeared before his eyes, moving at an incredible speed. Without hesitation, he sidestepped. The arrow grazed his shoulder, tearing a large piece of his iron armor. Even his silver-threaded inner armor was marked with a white scratch, and a cunning true essence penetrated his body.

Although it was quickly expelled by his vigorous blood qi, it still caused his right arm to stiffen, nearly allowing the dagger to strike him.

"Mountain-Shooting Bow!"

Zhuang Wudao's pupils contracted sharply. The "Mountain-Shooting Bow" was not the name of the bow but a bow technique used in the military. It was a first-class external martial art, extremely powerful.

Those who learned this bow technique started practicing from before the age of twelve, pulling the bow in a specific posture every day. They focused on strength rather than accuracy, progressing from a one-stone bow to a ten-stone bow, from one bull to ten bulls. Once they mastered it, one arrow could kill a giant elephant!

It was highly valued in the military because on the battlefield, when arrows were shot in formation, they rarely missed.

However, Feng San not only had incredible strength but also incredible accuracy! His eyesight was exceptional. Although the arrow did not hit Zhuang Wudao, it disrupted his carefully planned counterattack.

"Indeed, he is from the Northern Army!"

Zhuang Wudao thought to himself. After firing one arrow, Feng San did not shoot again. He only half-drew the bow, pointing it in this direction.

However, this made Zhuang Wudao have to focus most of his attention on defending. If he were hit by such an arrow, even with the Bull Demon Yuan Body, he would not be able to withstand it.

The situation was tricky, but it seemed that Feng San was also getting anxious.

The unknown Qi Practitioner knife-wielder deliberately taunted him, "You dare to be distracted? This is the moment of your death, Zhuang Wudao! To be a Bone Marrow Practitioner and master three supreme external martial arts, you are a great talent, truly a pity! Ha, watch your left ear!"

The sharp wind from the dagger came from under his left armpit. This person's movements were incredibly fast, appearing in front and then behind, unpredictable and elusive like the wind.

However, after nearly half a quarter of an hour of continuous combat, Zhuang Wudao's mind gradually became more focused. Although the coordination between this person, Wang Ba, and the knife-wielder improved, he began to understand some of the more agile and swift techniques in the Six Harmonies Xingyi.

The only one he remembered was the person hiding in the distance, using spells. He did not know which Qi Practitioner it was. Even within the Thunder Dragon Gang, few could use spells. Could it be Mr. Mo, who once killed a Third Level Tower Qi Practitioner on the street?

If it was him, it would be troublesome.

The ground suddenly cracked again, and several mud claws trapped Zhuang Wudao's feet without warning.

The knife-wielder's eyes immediately flashed with a sharp light, and he shouted, "Wang Ba!"

A blade shadow immediately rose from below, slicing toward Zhuang Wudao's waist. Wang Ba understood the urgency and, without holding back, crouched and struck Zhuang Wudao's knees with a hammer.

Even the person with the dagger increased their speed, silently stabbing toward Zhuang Wudao's right eye.

At the same time, Feng San's iron-tipped arrow also came from the front. The five of them worked together perfectly, leaving no gaps.

Zhuang Wudao knew this was the critical moment. With a low grunt, he took a step back and extended his fists.