Bang...!
With another round of fighting that overturned tables, chairs, cabinets, and shelves, the second-floor living room had become a battleground for Wan Yunting and the mysterious man. The commotion was so great that the master and disciple, Zi Qing and Lan Xin, on the third floor, as well as Duan Yingying on the basement level, and even Huang Guilan in the maid's quarters, heard it. Unsure of what was happening, she rushed out in panic and ran upstairs...
Thump...
Wan Yunting was once again heavily struck in the back by a punch from the mysterious black-clad man, falling directly onto the living room floor. His internal blood sea churned, and with a turn, he quickly got up. As he faced the mysterious man, another kick was aimed at him. Wan Yunting's eyes widened, and reacting swiftly, he blocked with his hands. The instep of the mysterious man's kick landed on his palms, and the immense force sent Wan Yunting airborne...
In an instant, the mysterious man, a master of martial arts, punched towards Wan Yunting's face. Startled, he quickly raised his left hand to block his face. This punch, imbued with vital energy, sent Wan Yunting flying back, causing him to retreat more than ten steps on the ground...
Thump!
His left foot could no longer be controlled, and he knelt down on one knee. Immediately, Wan Yunting clutched his chest, which had been heavily injured by a knee strike, almost spitting out blood again. Wan Yunting's left hand, supporting him on the floor, trembled slightly, indicating that if an ordinary person had received that punch from the mysterious man, their arm would have been crippled.
Raising his head, Wan Yunting, with wide eyes, stared at the mysterious man walking towards him. He couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of powerlessness. Facing a strong practitioner of the Gang Jin realm, he could only be beaten, with no room to resist or counter.
"Boy, with your martial arts, among the younger generation of the major sects, you are undoubtedly the foremost. Such talent, a pity."
The mysterious man stepped forward a few paces, his fierce gaze fixed on Wan Yunting. His deep, hoarse voice conveyed regret for the genius.
Wan Yunting, clutching his chest, struggled to stand up, a bloody smile on his lips. "Perhaps you could show mercy to a genius like me and let me go?"
The mysterious man shook his head and said, "Although I value talent, there are rules. I took someone's money, and naturally, I must complete the task. But don't worry, if nothing unexpected happens, you'll still be a fine man in twenty years, and perhaps you can even avenge yourself."
Wan Yunting's eyes sharpened, his ferocious face contorted. Grinding his teeth, he said fiercely, "I don't want to be a fine man in twenty years, nor will I avenge myself. If you want to kill me, you'll have to pay a bloody price too..."
As soon as he finished speaking, Wan Yunting, circulating his internal energy from his dantian, roared and lunged forward with his fists. The wind from his fists carried a domineering vital energy, with swift speed and force. In a blink of an eye, he unleashed over a dozen punches, all aimed at the mysterious man's vital points, forcing him to retreat and parry. He even took a punch, which sent him staggering back several steps before stopping. The mysterious man raised an eyebrow and said in surprise, "I didn't expect the Wuliang Daoist Temple to have such a powerful boxing technique. Unfortunately, you don't seem to have reached its full mastery yet, but it's impressive that you managed to hit me once."
"Enough talk, take this."
Wan Yunting roared and pounced again. The desire to survive ignited his potential, and he engaged in a chaotic battle with the mysterious man in the living room, with clangs and crashes, furniture breaking and flying everywhere...
At this moment, Zi Qing, wearing a simple Daoist robe, stood at the top of the stairs, her sharp phoenix eyes fixed on the mysterious man fighting Wan Yunting. She raised an eyebrow and murmured, "Thirty-two Forms of Wudang Long Fist!"
"Ah, could he be from our Wudang Sect?"
Lan Xin's almond-shaped eyes widened, and she looked back at her master. Zi Qing's phoenix eyes were fixed on the mysterious man, but she couldn't recognize him. She then thought of the senior brothers and disciples in the sect who knew the Thirty-two Forms of Wudang Long Fist, but it didn't seem to be any of them...
"Oh dear, what's going on?"
Huang Guilan, who had rushed up from downstairs, saw the scene of Wan Yunting and the mysterious man fighting in the living room and was startled, not knowing what was happening.
Duan Yingying's eyes widened. Seeing Wan Yunting kicked flying again and spitting blood, she knew they weren't just playing around. She turned and shouted to the master and disciple Zi Qing and Lan Xin, "Why are you just standing there? Aren't you going to help?"
Zi Qing said calmly, "This person is in the Gang Jin realm of martial arts. Even if I intervene, I won't be able to win."
"If you're not helping, then get out of my sight."
Angrily, Duan Yingying glared at the master and disciple and turned to run downstairs...
"Hey, what kind of attitude is that..."
Lan Xin shouted at Duan Yingying, who was going downstairs, then turned to Zi Qing and said, "Master, are we really not going to help?"
Meanwhile, Huang Guilan had already taken out her phone and was trembling as she dialed the police.
Just then, Duan Yingying rushed up with two Tai Chi swords and threw one towards Wan Yunting, saying, "Catch!"
Wan Yunting rolled on the ground, grabbed the Tai Chi sword with his large hand, drew it, and with a cold snort, lunged at the mysterious man who was advancing towards him. This forced the mysterious man to dodge this sword. He blocked Wan Yunting's sword-wielding wrist with his left hand and then twisted his hand, seemingly intending to snatch the sword...
However, Wan Yunting lowered his sword and caught it with his left hand, then turned the sword towards the mysterious man's neck. But the mysterious man dodged it by lowering his head. His right hand turned into a fist and punched towards Wan Yunting's abdomen. But Wan Yunting quickly raised his left knee to block the punch. The two immediately retreated, creating distance...
"Ah..."
Duan Yingying, holding a Tai Chi sword, swung it towards the mysterious man, seemingly disregarding the fact that he was a powerful practitioner in the Gang Jin realm. At this moment, she only wanted to help the man...
"Ah..."
In the next second, Duan Yingying screamed. She was punched in the abdomen by the mysterious man. Her right hand loosened, and the sword clattered to the ground. She flew backward, landing on the floor with a thud, sliding towards the stairs and stopping at the feet of the master and disciple Zi Qing and Lan Xin. Huang Guilan cried out "Oh dear" and quickly went to help Duan Yingying...
"Yingying..."
Wan Yunting's eyes widened, and he called out anxiously. Enraged, he charged at the mysterious man again with the sword. The mysterious man flicked his foot, caught the sword on the ground, and with a clang, sparks flew. Immediately, he engaged Wan Yunting. The sounds of metal clashing echoed throughout the living room. Their fighting speed was extremely fast, and the sparks from the colliding swords jumped, creating a shocking sight that made people hold their breath...
"Liangyi Swordplay!"
Zi Qing, standing at the top of the stairs, her phoenix eyes widened slightly, fixed on the swordplay used by the mysterious man. It was indeed the Liangyi Swordplay of their Wudang Sect. Then the mysterious man's swordplay changed, and Zi Qing was surprised again, "Thirteen Swords of Shenmen..."
Lan Xin's eyes widened, her mouth agape. After a long moment, she came back to her senses and excitedly said, "Master, this person is truly from our Wudang Sect. Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to use our sect's ultimate skill, the Thirteen Swords of Shenmen!"
"Go get the wooden sword."
Zi Qing's phoenix eyes were fixed on the mysterious man who was locked in a fierce battle with Wan Yunting. Her voice was cold.
"Yes."
Lan Xin responded and quickly went to the third floor. Soon, she returned with a peach wood sword. Zi Qing took it with one hand. In the gap when Wan Yunting was sent flying by a palm strike from the mysterious man, Zi Qing, holding the wooden sword, attacked. The tip of the sword contained sharp vital energy, aimed directly at the mysterious man's neck, causing his eyes to change. He had to stop pursuing Wan Yunting and raise his sword to block Zi Qing's thrust. The three immediately created distance, forming a triangular formation. Wan Yunting hadn't expected Zi Qing to intervene.
"Still hiding one."
The mysterious man's sharp gaze assessed Zi Qing, seeming somewhat surprised.
"Senior Sister Zi Qing, let's do this together."
Wan Yunting called out to Zi Qing.
Zi Qing nodded. Holding her sword, her entire demeanor turned sharp and imposing. She flicked the peach wood sword, releasing invisible vital energy, and attacked the mysterious man along with Wan Yunting. As they swung their swords, they unleashed rows of sword shadows. In a blink of an eye, the two had thrust hundreds of swords, forcing the mysterious man to retreat repeatedly...
Clang, clang, sparks flew. He hurriedly blocked the swords thrust by them. The vital energy of the three clashed, and the invisible sword energy cut and pierced many pieces of furniture around them. Huang Guilan, holding Duan Yingying and hiding in the corridor, watched this scene with astonished eyes, her heart filled with shock and disbelief...
Crack!
Wan Yunting's left palm struck the mysterious man's chest heavily, sending him flying backward, smashing the wooden chair behind him. However, he endured the severe pain in his chest, flipped over, and stood up. Holding his sword, he created distance from Wan Yunting and Zi Qing. His eyes showed astonishment, and he said to Zi Qing, "Nine Palaces Linked Sword, are you from the Wudang Sect?"
Zi Qing pointed her sword at him and said calmly, "It seems you are not from our Wudang Sect!"
"Hahaha..."
Suddenly, the mysterious man laughed twice. His gaze at Zi Qing became somewhat complex. He shook his head and gave a wry smile, then said to Wan Yunting, "Kid, you got lucky tonight. I'm leaving."
As soon as he finished speaking, he turned and leaped, rushing out of the bedroom balcony. With another leap, by the time Wan Yunting and Zi Qing reached the balcony, he had landed in the front yard. With a jump over the iron fence, he landed outside and disappeared into the dark woods surrounding the villa complex.
Wan Yunting raised an eyebrow. Although he didn't recognize Wudang Sect's martial arts, he had just sparred with Zi Qing yesterday morning. The swordplay used by that person just now was precisely the Liangyi Swordplay of the Wudang Sect. This meant that the person hired to kill him was from the Wudang Sect?
"Senior Sister Zi Qing, I need an explanation!"
Wan Yunting turned his head, his stern gaze fixed on Zi Qing beside him, and asked coldly.
These words made Zi Qing raise an eyebrow. She said calmly, "You think he has something to do with me?"
"Otherwise?"
Wan Yunting glared at her coldly, gritting his teeth in anger, "Are you going to tell me that he wasn't using your Wudang Sect's martial arts just now!"
Zi Qing's expression paused slightly, then after a moment, she nodded and said, "He was indeed using our Wudang Sect's martial arts, but that doesn't mean he has any connection to our Wudang Sect!"
Wan Yunting stared at her sharply and said coldly, "Do you think I would believe you?"
Zi Qing's phoenix eyes met his, and she understood Wan Yunting's implication.
Indeed, yesterday morning she had suddenly come to spar with him, and then in the late evening, he was attacked by an assassin using Wudang Sect's martial arts. Such a coincidence made Wan Yunting suspect that Zi Qing was involved!
"Pfft..."
The next second, Wan Yunting's expression changed. He spat out a mouthful of blood, his body went limp, and he collapsed. Zi Qing, quick-handed, dropped the peach wood sword and quickly supported him...