Farewell
The sky-blue energy flashed for only a second, but it rocked the platform and gusted up a thick screen of dust.
“Hahahaha, that was fun. I’m glad this trip hasn’t been for naught.” Zhuxing Wuchang, standing inside the dust screen, cast away his sword and stretched out. He brimmed with so much energy that one might think that was just his warm-up.
“The two of us are glad we could entertain you.”
Master Le was all smiles as though he was at a friend’s banquet. Because the mental cultivation of the internal discipline he practiced – Pouch of Blessings – used smiling as its foundation, he would also be smiling no matter if a family member died or if he was on the verge of death.
Master Ku, despite suffering an injury, looked joyous about it.
Even though he came out on top in dominating fashion with his Enlightenment, Zhuxing Wuchang didn’t celebrate. Instead, he inquisitively looked Master Ku’s way. “Master Ku, was the discipline you utilised back there the Central Plain’s scholar’s ‘Great Dao’?”
Answering on behalf of his silent ally, Master Le flicked up a thumb. “You know your stuff, huh? Nobody in the Central Plain has identified him in all his active years, yet you could tell. Respect. Respect. I have to put it down on paper.” He looked around as though he really was going looking for a brush and paper.
“Master Le’s ‘Pouch of Blessings’ is a Buddhist discipline reserved for disciples. The last time someone mastered it was supposedly a century ago. It proves you are not one of League of Assassins’ five chiefs for no reason.”
The adulation Zhuxing Wuchang gave the two wasn’t just for appearance. They didn’t lose when he cast his Enlightenment, after all.
“And Shen Wuzheng’s disciple.” Zhuxing Wuchang shifted his gaze to Leng Jingliu. He cracked a smile, then grabbed two swords from the floor and ground them against each other. “How can I pass up an opportunity to test out three celebrated disciplines? Watch out now.”
Master Ku and Master Le ran off, leaving Leng Jingliu to fend off Zhuxing Wuchang’s assault. According to the unwritten rules between martial artists, the young one had to be composed if the old one was mad; if the old one didn’t let loose, the young one couldn’t. Therefore, Leng Jingliu had no complaints, especially given the fact that he preferred to work alone.
Zhuxing Wuchang deflected Leng Jingliu’s black sword using his left hand and attacked off his right hand, thrusting his sword straight at Leng Jingliu’s face. Leng Jingliu tried to pull his sword back into a guard stance, but Zhuxing Wuchang used his energy to stick to Leng Jingliu’s sword and obstruct his retraction whilst pushing forward with his right. Leng Jingliu decided to stop resisting and wait.
Master Le and Master Ku came in from either side of Zhuxing Wuchang one after the other, one using a hard hit and the other a soft. The duo decided to let Leng Jingliu fight first because it was the only way they could get him involved. Had they started first, Leng Jingliu would’ve likely just spectated. Moreover, he had a quality sword that would qualify him as the best vanguard among the three of them. The two of them weren’t a match for Zhuxing Wuchang. Howbeit, fighting wasn’t limited to physical prowess, so they relied on wisdom to overcome their shortcomings.
Rather than panic or freak out, Zhuxing Wuchang relished the challenge of fighting all three at once. He intercepted Master Le’s broadsword with a sword slash in his left hand, engaging in a strength contest. He thrust the sword in his right hand at Master Ku again, keeping the latter at bay. Leng Jingliu tried to catch Zhuxing Wuchang when the latter had no means of defending. Zhuxing Wuchang released his hold on his swords, using his energy to keep them operating. Next, he quickly fetched two swords from the ground to cut off Leng Jingliu’s advance and force him to disengage.
Although Master Le and Master Ku demonstrated the ability to adapt exceptionally fast, Zhuxing Wuchang seemed to be in a league of his own. The speed at which he switched from one mode to the next made it feel as though the trio was up against an opponent with six arms.
Regardless of whether they attacked in synchrony or took turns, the trio couldn’t overpower the avalanche-like swordplay – and Zhuxing Wuchang wasn’t even using Enlightenment.
Miguo meditated on the ground while Yungu hurriedly contacted her subordinates. Hua Qing and Zhuo Fengru were unable to mobilise.
Once one mastered Vajra Realm, they could expect their strength to continue increasing until they were truly immune to physical injuries. Nevertheless, if someone could pierce their armour and body, it’d be a miracle if they could retain a third of their previous peak. Therefore, Wugou quietly sneaked over to defenceless Miguo.
“I’ve come for your life.” While Wugou only had half of his total strength left, he knew Vajra Realm to take Miguo’s life in the latter’s condition. Wugou pretended to have been crippled precisely for this opportunity.
As always, Miguo didn’t react to the threat. No matter how far he went down the wrong path, he believed he was in the right; his obsession with his decision and determination to reach the end of his selected path was impossible to hate.
Wugou raised a hand. “It’s time for you to go.”
“… I’m not wrong.”
Wugou shook his head. “Amitabha.”
Wugou brought his hand down!
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