In life, there are too many things that are unpredictable.

Grasping the hilt of the knife tightly, Ning Yi took a breath, calming his somewhat agitated heartbeat, maintaining it within a controllable range.

Regarding the events to come, he didn't have many chips to play. Strategy and calculation were things too far removed. The asymmetry in numbers and martial strength was an almost insurmountable obstacle in this moment. Li Tianyou's soldiers and generals stationed downstairs also eliminated any possibility of escaping the dilapidated building. If there was anything that could support him in remaining calm at this moment, it was perhaps only because he had encountered similar situations far too often.

Some situations concerned life and death, while others could only be described as the problems one encountered. After those predicaments, which seemed to have no way out and no solution, were resolved, what remained, perhaps, couldn't be called optimism, but at most, simply an appropriate attitude to face things.

No one was ever truly a chosen one, capable of riding the waves from the beginning, cutting through thorns, and minimizing all difficulties. At least for Ning Yi, what he had seen in successful individuals was not the martial strength to compete with others, or the power that surrounded them. The difference perhaps only lay in what kind of attitude toward life they possessed after discarding external things: that of a lion or a rabbit.

Quiet breathing, steady heartbeat, soothing fear, abandoning expectations, making appropriate choices... Gripping the knife tightly in his hand.

The rest was left to fate.

However, if possible, he wouldn't have minded being a rabbit at first. He thought this as he swung the knife... He wasn't really a young man anymore, alas...

"Who's next!"

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Ning Yi's mood was temporarily put aside. At least in the hearts of the onlookers, there was a rather peculiar feeling at this moment.

Whether it was Zhu Yanlin, Lou Jingzhi, Liu Xiyang in the crowd, or even Li Tianyou, acquaintances and strangers alike couldn't help but feel a strange emotion in their hearts.

Zhu Yanlin, like most of the people around him, was meeting Ning Yi for the first time. Even before, he had only heard of his poetry. At this moment, hearing about his status as a Son-in-Law, he was even more astonished. Lou Jingzhi, on the other hand, frowned. Before this... he had actually heard of this person, but this was the first time he had actually seen him. As for Liu Xiyang and others who had known Ning Yi before, they probably felt completely unable to recognize the scholar before them. Although everyone's impression of him had been repeatedly overturned and revised during Ning Yi's time at the Wenlie Academy, this time was probably the most drastic.

Scholarly spirit, the integrity of a literati – many people could actually understand these things. Although they themselves might not be able to do it, since the Fang La army entered the city, there had been people who weren't afraid of blades and directly confronted them. But integrity was integrity. The resilience of standing in front of an enemy, allowing oneself to be chopped without saying a word, or the courage of wielding a knife and charging forward with red eyes, was completely different from the scene before them.

The scholar named Ning Liheng before them, from beginning to end, had displayed more than just the spirit of gritting his teeth and not fearing death. From the very beginning, he seemed to be confronting Li Tianyou and the others on equal footing. Now, drawing his knife, he revealed only the bravery of a martial artist facing an enemy. It seemed as if, under these circumstances, he sincerely wanted to launch a counterattack against them.

Even Wenren Buer, hidden to the side, was somewhat taken aback upon seeing this situation. After receiving the task, he had learned a lot about this scholar named Ning Liheng. Honestly, he had some respect for Ning Yi at this moment. But neither the battle in Taiping Lane nor the subsequent gathering of three thousand defeated soldiers during the escape could prove that he was a highly skilled martial artist. Even himself, if Li Tianyou were to target him with these dozen or so experts, he could only make a desperate attempt to survive without any hope. But he couldn't see such emotions in him at this moment. Wenren Buer also couldn't imagine where the hope lay in the days to come.

The scene that followed pushed the situation rapidly into the abyss.

The cause of the change came from the swordsman named Liu Jin, but ultimately, it was Ning Yi's posture that infected him. When Ning Yi swung his knife, the dozen or so elite Xuanwei Camp soldiers had already stood up, vaguely preparing to attack. Liu Jin had also almost dropped his knife because of Ning Yi's words, but at the moment when Li Tianyou also suddenly stood up, the young man looked at Ning Yi, his eyes turning red, his expression becoming fierce in an instant. Holding his Overlord's Blade horizontally, he stepped back two steps, still blocking Ning Yi's side.

"**** your ancestors for eighteen generations… You bunch of cowards, who dares to come up!"

With a bang, Li Tianyou, who had just stood up, slammed his palm on the table in front of him, the table shattering to both sides with flying wood chips. Someone among the soldiers roared: "What did you say!?" A black iron spear escaped the bound cloth strip, and with a terrifying sound of wind breaking, slammed down! Even the light of an oil lamp above was stirred up, shining brightly for a moment!

Liu Jin leaped to the side. The front end of the great spear landed with a crash. This restaurant's floor was originally solid, but under this strike, it almost broke through the top layer. Ning Yi stepped back diagonally. Liu Jin had already raised his long knife and slashed towards the spear-wielder. At the moment of impact, the spear was pulled back by the spear-wielder's control. When the spear broke through the surface floor, the black iron spear shaft bent like a bow. The next moment, the spearhead leaped upwards like a dragon, and the spear shaft collided heavily with the slashing Overlord's Blade. The sound on the upper floor was like thunder, and sparks flew in all directions. In the blink of an eye, the great spear swirled like a dragon, and the Overlord's Blade pounced and slashed like a tiger, already rumbling three times in succession amidst the sparks.

If one didn't understand martial arts, the scholars spectating on the side would only be startled by the intensity of the collision in that instant. But Wenren Buer had already seen the high and low of both sides. The young man named Liu Jin's Overlord's Blade was fierce, obviously taught by a famous master, but he was only relying on his desperate ferocity and youthful strength to barely fight the opponent to a seeming standstill. The spear-wielder had swung and slammed his spear with one hand. The iron spear was originally heavy, and the shaft was long, but he only held the spear shaft end with one hand. Under the inertia, the spear was pulled back by him in the opposite direction, and he only used force with one hand. In these few moves, the muscles on his arm bulged, almost tearing his sleeves, showing his great arm strength and control over the great spear. Placing him outside, he would already be a famous spear master.

That Liu Jin was, after all, young. He suddenly went mad, even shouting curses at people's ancestors for eighteen generations, which had already forced the face-conscious martial artist to act. Even if Li Tianyou had some fear of the Overlord's Blade Camp, he probably couldn't step down at this point.

In Wenren Buer's thoughts, after the three collisions, sparks splashed. The spear-wielder swung his iron spear like a steel whip, and after hitting the Overlord's Blade three times, the spear shaft suddenly folded back into his hand. Liu Jin pounced straight over like a fierce tiger, slashing down with a knife from above. The Overlord's Blade Camp's weapons were heavier than ordinary weapons, and most of the time, they were almost not slashing but smashing, with unparalleled explosive force. But the man wielding the great spear stood in place, holding the spear with both hands to block, pushing Liu Jin a step back.

The next moment, Liu Jin steadied his body, crouched down, and swung his knife horizontally to slash the man's legs. The other party plunged the great spear downwards, slamming into the floor with a bang. This spear failed again. At this time, Liu Jin's body had been滞(zhì – slowed down) by the force of this counterattack. The man, however, was calm and ruthless. He pulled out the great spear with both hands and swung it down from above, smashing it towards Liu Jin's bowing back.

With his strength and the great spear's weight, once this spear landed, it would directly break the other party's back!

And almost at the same time as the man swung the spear, someone shouted from the side: "A dying man, how dare you move!" A huge sound of wind breaking howled over, and the oil lamps overhead almost all went out together. At this time, the one who made the move was Ning Yi, who had been behind Liu Jin all along. At this moment, he forcefully grabbed a corner of the tablecloth beside him and swung it towards the direction of the great spear. The table beside it originally had a table of dishes, and at this time, most of the dishes and soup flew towards Li Tianyou's side, and half of them were wrapped in the tablecloth, increasing the tablecloth's speed and sharpness.

With a whoosh and a bang, the tablecloth slightly wrapped around the great spear, deflecting the path of the great spear, and at the same time, some of the soup splashed towards the spear-wielding man. The side was even more chaotic for a time.

"Looking for death!"

"Your mother!"

"Kill you——"

Accompanying these roars were scenes of everyone using their skills to wave away the vegetable juice and soup. They were originally green forest heroes. Although they became soldiers, this was not the battlefield. Fighting people was about face. If the other party was a dying man, and everyone on their side was splashed with soup, they would only be laughed at. For a time, the tables and chairs beside them were all picked up, and some people pulled up the tablecloth and blocked the soup back with a whoosh. Some people, like the spear-wielding man, wrapped their weapons in cloth and waved the cloth to block the juice. Although it was extremely difficult to use knives and swords to prevent water from splashing, everyone always had similar abilities.

Also, at the moment when the tablecloth wrapped around the great spear, Ning Yi suddenly waved his hand in a circle, wrapping the tablecloth more tightly around the great spear with a whoosh. At the end of his vision, the man wielding the spear raised his left hand to block his face. On his right hand, the great spear turned and twisted several times with a whoosh, trying to tear or wave away the tablecloth, but his single-handed strength only made Ning Yi's body shake a few times. A portion of the tablecloth was still unfolded, making Ning Yi's figure appear and disappear intermittently. Ning Yi was on the other side, looking into the man's eyes.

The next moment, the force coming from the end of the tablecloth loosened slightly. At this time, Liu Jin had already taken the opportunity to roll to the side. The man shook his iron spear, smashing Liu Jin away, but his heart tightened suddenly, because Ning Yi, who had seemed silent and calm just now, had pounced over like a fierce tiger.

The tablecloth was still wrapped around his spear shaft, greatly reducing the speed at which he could exert force. But he was already an old Jianghu. At this time, he no longer attacked, but quickly retracted the spear shaft. But Ning Yi directly swung the military knife in his hand and threw it like a flying knife from his face. At the moment he turned his head to avoid it, he directly embraced the spear shaft. But the man gave a fierce shout, and the force of taking back the spear was so great. The spear shaft moved rapidly with a whoosh, like a crazy struggle like a蛟龙(jiāolóng - mythical dragon). The next moment, Ning Yi tauted it, pulling the ends of the tablecloth tight. This time, it was as if he had strangled the throat of the 蛟龙(jiāolóng - mythical dragon), tightly entwined.

At this moment, the power he exerted in his hands was also surprisingly great.

"Kill him."

A cold and icy voice rang out in the noisy and chaotic environment at this moment.

The voice came from Ning Yi's mouth. He was also a member of this chaotic scene. It was hard to believe why he would have such a quiet and almost indifferent tone at this moment, as if he was not fighting desperately, and as if he was not talking about something related to himself. But Liu Jin on the side was naturally brave and fierce. Seeing this situation, he suddenly relied on his knife and leaned forward.

The iron spear spun rapidly. Ning Yi released the tablecloth. Countless pieces of cloth and broken ceramic shards flew in the sky. His figure, however, had approached the spear-wielding man's close. On the side, Liu Jin swung his knife angrily. The spear-wielding man, however, only took a step back with his right foot, still trying to block. But Ning Yi's right hand had directly slapped towards his face. He was just in a fast-moving posture, slapping down with one palm. But the sound of wind breaking hooked on that palm was enough to show that if this palm landed on his head, it would probably flatten his face.

And at the same time, several figures and sword lights on the side had also approached.

An indescribably chaotic moment exploded in everyone's eyes. Among the onlookers, not many people could see clearly what was happening at this time. The loud noise, the sound of knife and sword collisions, the roar, the fire, and the intertwined figures were mixed together. When everyone fixed their eyes and looked again, Ning Yi's body had flown backwards. With blood splashing, wood chips flew in the air. A table that had been blasted open flew out to the side along with Ning Yi's body, hitting several long chairs. The spear-wielding man had retreated to more than ten feet away. Liu Jin's Overlord's Blade had been smashed away, but he was still approaching the spear-wielding man, maintaining a standing posture at this time. A sword had been stabbed into his right arm, the hilt held in the hand of a tall and thin man next to him, and a knife blade was embedded in his left arm. In front of him, a man had smashed an iron rod on his shoulder, leaving a bloody mess. Around him, there were three or four people, all surrounding him.

At this time, his mouth was overflowing with blood, and his gaze was still fixed on the spear-wielding man. He even smiled: "You are already… cough… dead."

Others might not know what had happened just now. Even the several people involved might not have seen everything clearly. Perhaps only bystanders like Wenren Buer, who possessed martial arts skills, saw what happened at that moment.

The elite of the Xuanwei Camp were not mediocre hands. When Ning Yi waved the tablecloth, half of them had already reacted. When Ning Yi leaned forward, several people around him, who had not been affected by the soup, rushed over together.

When Ning Yi swung his hand and slammed down, his palm suddenly clenched into a fist in the air. Judging from the power of the latter, it was enough to directly smash the person's face. But everyone around him had already reacted. A man behind the spear-wielding man had originally caught the military knife thrown by Ning Yi with a wooden table and smashed it towards this side. Others dragged the spear-wielding man's body, quickly pulling him back. Various weapons were also pressing over. This was to save people, and everyone couldn't care too much.

In Wenren Buer's view, the spear-wielding man was also an expert, but being forced to this extent, perhaps it could only be said that the stubborn feared the reckless, and the reckless feared the desperate. On the other hand, being somewhat contemptuous of Ning Yi, this scholar, might also be one of the reasons. They pulled away the great man, but Ning Yi's fist momentum had not diminished at all. The wooden table that flew over was blasted open by him in the air. But it was also because of this wooden table that the attack that suddenly came from the front side was blocked. He himself was punched and kicked, flying backward.

Liu Jin did not have such good luck. He charged straight forward, probably intending to take the other party's life even if it meant dying together. He received several attacks in succession, and finally the great knife in his hand was also knocked away. Although everyone was still somewhat afraid of the consequences of killing him, and in the case of many people, they did not really go all out to take his life, but after receiving these blows in succession, he was already in bad shape.

"Cough cough, you are dead… without so many people, you are already dead…"

Liu Jin spat out a mouthful of blood and said this with a smile. Everyone was shocked by his tragic state at this time. Zhu Yanlin, Liu Xiyang, and a group of literati who participated in the gathering were even more dumbfounded. Several women turned their faces away and did not dare to look, and some looked and looked, their eyes turning red, looking like they were about to cry.

Even Li Tianyou was a little stunned. The scene almost stagnated for a moment. Li Tianyou did not speak. After all, people around him did not know whether Liu Jin could be killed. In such a waiting time, a whoosh suddenly rang out on the slightly dim side.

A figure waved away a piece of broken wood piled on his body, slowly sat up from there, shook his head, supported the ground, and stood up straight in everyone's field of vision, patting the dust off his body.

It was Ning Yi.

Although he had not suffered too fatal injuries just now, his scholar's clothes had already been torn in several places at this time, and there was also a shallow knife wound. The right arm that smashed the table was scratched by wood chips, the sleeves were ragged, and his hands were soaked with blood, looking quite serious. His head was probably broken and bleeding. But he didn't seem to see these bleeding injuries at all, just patted a few times at the dust on his clothes, stood up straight, and looked towards the center of the field.

Then, he walked to the side.

The flying table had its surface blasted open by him, but the military knife he threw was still nailed on it. He walked there and pulled out the knife.

"There's still me."

He said so. Just after the words were finished, Liu Jin on the other side also moved a few times, retreating backward and pulling his body out of the restraint of the knives and swords next to him.

"What, what do you mean there's still… Mr. Ning…" He said, staggering backwards. People around him were not very good at stopping him for a while. His knife had not fallen too far. After walking a few steps, he walked to the Overlord's Blade, reached out to take it, fell to the ground, and then tried hard to support the knife to get up.

"I, I'm not dead yet, we… there are still two people… haha, this bunch of… bullying the few with the many… ha, ha…"

He gasped loudly, saying so.

Not far away, Wenren Buer looked at all this, feeling a bit tragic and desolate in his heart. He had been thinking about countermeasures all the time. If there was anyone in this restaurant who could be used as a bargaining chip for Ning Liheng, it might only be himself. But in the current situation, even if he risked everything, there was actually no way to think, let alone more follow-up troubles.

But no matter what, today has become like this, the feud between the Xuanwei Camp and the Overlord's Blade Villa has really been formed, and it cannot be resolved.

Thinking of this, a thought suddenly flashed in his mind. Before he could think about it in detail, he heard Li Tianyou say a sentence in a deep voice.

"…What a tough guy, okay, I'll give you a chance to… die in peace. Don't say that my Xuanwei Camp… bullies you with numbers!"

In the slightly dim light, Ning Yi closed his eyes slightly, and then opened them again.

When narrow roads meet, the brave win. In the originally hopeless dead end, a crack has finally been forcibly torn out, revealing faint light… (To be continued. Please vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)

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