Chapter 35: Chapter 32: Assassination on Liu Xingren_1
The fight was fierce, leaving destruction in its wake.
The Martial Spirit was extremely vital, even though its martial power was inferior to the two Marquises, it was constantly under attack, and often injured, but it managed to hold on due to its strong life force.
If this continued, it would be the two of Liu’s Martial Marquises who might be defeated given enough time.
Human power has its limits, but the Martial Spirit seemed to possess a limitless source of strength.
But at that moment, another figure rushed towards them, like a ghost, its speed resembling an arrow that had left its bow.
This too was an old man, though tall and broad, his hair and beard were entirely white, much older than the previous two Marquises.
His once muscular figure was slightly hunched, and his skin was no longer smooth, showing signs of dryness and shrinkage.
Thump!
He started from hundreds of meters away, but in a few breaths, he was near, and his palm struck the body of the Martial Spirit.
The Martial Spirit’s body was directly penetrated by the powerful palm force, flesh and blood scattering.
The Martial Spirit suffered the pain and rolled backward more than a dozen times.
"Ancestor!"
"Ancestor!"
Two voices cried out in surprise and delight.
"This Martial Spirit is about to complete the Demonizing Ceremony and transition to Bone Strength. Its vitality is strong and hard to kill, we must joint forces."
An old voice sounded.
Thump! Thump!
After a series of collisions, the sound gradually moved away from Lu Yan, who then ventured to stick his head out and check the situation.
He saw three elders fighting against the Martial Spirit.
"Since the Marquises call him Ancestor, the old man who arrived later should be the Ancestor of the Feudal Lords of the Liu Family."
Lu Yan speculated in his heart.
The Liu Family has a total of five Marquises. Their Ancestor is the peak existence among the Marquises, but it is said that his age has already passed a hundred years and is not far from his natural lifespan.
The Ancestor of the Liu family completely suppressed the Martial Spirit. In a few moves, he had wounded the Martial Spirit, even the ferocious skull on its chest was blasted open by the Ancestor of the Liu family.
But the remaining part of the neck wriggled as if it was about to regenerate.
Roar!
Finally, the Martial Spirit, in a fearless manner, escaped the siege at the cost of losing an arm and fled deep into the mountain.
The three experts from the Liu family pursued relentlessly. Soon, they disappeared deep into the forest, and the area grew quiet.
Lu Yan quickly approached Liu Xingren.
"Who’s there?"
As Lu Yan got closer, Liu Xingren discovered him and cried out harshly.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
With a twitch of his wrist, four sleeve arrows flew out towards Liu Xingren. At the same time, his feet heavily stomped the ground, and his body, like a gale, rushed towards Liu Xingren.
Liu Xingren stirred his Qi-blood, his hand covered with red scales, swiped continuously, deflecting all four arrows, and then slapped out a palm, colliding with Lu Yan’s.
With a thump, Lu Yan didn’t move at all, while Liu Xingren was forced back five or six steps, and at the same time, got a clear look at Lu Yan’s face.
"It’s you?"
Liu Xingren’s pupils constricted. He hadn’t expected that his previous strike had not killed Lu Yan, who hadn’t even been injured.
"He’s wearing armor."
Liu Xingren had a thought and realised why his palm had felt odd when it hit Lu Yan.
Withou saying a word, Lu Yan surged forward and continued his fierce attack.
"You are offending your superiors and deserve to have your nine generations executed. Kill."
Liu Xingren bellowed. His voice echoed far into the night sky.
He did this in the hope of intimidating Lu Yan, even to scare him off.
After all, Liu’s three Marquises had just left not too long ago. Perhaps they were nearby. If he could really lure one of them back, Lu Yan would be doomed.
But Lu Yan was not moved and his assault was like a storm.
Although cautious in his daily life, once Lu Yan made up his mind, he was decisive and resolute. He had killed Sun Xiang and Meng Qi in the same way, and now so was his determination to kill Liu Xingren.
Liu Xingren’s right hand was seriously injured, some of the bones shattered. It was naturally impossible for the injury to heal in a few hours.
The saying goes, "Damaged muscles and broken bones take a hundred days to heal." Even for a Limit Breaking Warrior whose recovery far exceeds that of normal people, it would take at least ten days to half a month to recover.
Not only his right hand was injured, he had other injuries, his Qi-blood was weak and he was far from his peak.
In such a state, he could not withstand Lu Yan’s assault. After a few moves, he was almost hit by Lu Yan’s palm on his throat.
"Burning Shadow Style, Kill."
Liu Xingren shouted harshly, his eyes bloody red. The muscles in his body bulged, especially in his left arm, where the veins were swollen and writhing like several small snakes.
He swiftly delivered a palm strike.
Amazingly, Lu Yan saw this single palm strike split into four, then six, creating six palm strikes aimed at six critical points of his body, making it difficult to distinguish between real and false.
Lu Yan immediately responded with both hands, using punches and palm strikes, countering five of the six attacks within an instant.
However, all five blows missed their targets.
"Not good!"
Lu Yan was taken aback.
Whoosh!
Liu Xingren’s palm suddenly appeared in front of Lu Yan’s eyes. The scales on the edge of his hand oddly stood upright like blades, cutting towards Lu Yan’s throat.
In this moment, defensive action was too late.
In the key moment, Lu Yan heavily stomped, his body retreat half a meter in the blink an eye, narrowly avoiding Liu Xingren’s lethal attack.
"The martial arts of the feudal lords’ world are truly tricky."
Lu Yan heightened his vigilance and, instead of retreating, he advanced once again.
The three Liu’s Martial Marquises had obviously departed, and Liu Xingren was running out of steam. Now was the best time to finish him off.
If he missed this opportunity, he would have to return to the city immediately and take his parents into hiding.
Liu Xingren staggered after launching his previous attack, reopening his wound, causing him to visibly weaken due to the pain and drop in Qi-blood.
Whoosh!
Lu Yan stretched out his hand, his fingers as sharp as a blade, stabbing towards Liu Xingren. As he stabbed, his arm wriggled like a snake to avoid Liu Xingren’s counterattack and landed a hit squarely on Liu Xingren’s chest.
In an instant, he changed from a palm strike to a powerful punch which exploded on Liu Xingren’s chest.
Gale Hand combined the advantages of Iron Thread Fist and Shattering Stone Palm, allowing for seamless transitions between palm strikes and punches.
Crunch!
The sound of bones breaking filled the air. Liu Xingren’s chest caved in and he coughed up a mouthful of blood.
Roaring, he swung his hand to retaliate, but Lu Yan’s left punch again hit Liu Xingren’s broken right arm. The powerful force tore through the muscles of Liu Xingren’s arm, causing it to fracture completely and fly off, spraying blood everywhere.
Liu Xingren retreated with a grim cry. Lu Yan swiftly followed and unleashed another punch at Liu Xingren’s chest.
Boom!
The heavy punch landed squarely on Liu Xingren’s chest.
Liu Xingren’s chest had been hit once before, causing the broken bones to cave in. When this punch landed, his entire chest bone shattered, transforming into numerous hidden weapons lodging into his heart, turning it into minced meat.
"Die with me."
Liu Xingren let out his final growl and suddenly, his arm shot out several blades.
The blades whistled through the air like throwing knives.
Despite his heightened awareness, Lu Yan was unprepared for this attack. He instinctively flung himself to the side, rolling twice on the ground to dodge the facial attacks.
However, his abdomen and arm were still hit.
A quick glance at his arm revealed red scales embedded in the flesh, sharp as a blade.
Grimacing, Lu Yan managed to pull out the scales. The scales were as hard as iron, with extremely sharp edges.
Fortunately, his abdominal armor had stopped the two scales.
"So the scales on his arms can be utilized this way too."
This realization made Lu Yan reassess the danger posed by the feudal family martial artists.
Liu Xingren was severely injured but killing him had still almost come at a huge cost.
Lu Yan examined the scene, confirming Liu Xingren’s death before picking up his dislocated arm and the body. He then hurriedly left the scene.
Of course, he intended to destroy the evidence.
On their way there, the Red Sleeve Army had taken them past a wolf’s den housing more than ten wolves, only several miles away.
Soon enough, Lu Yan reached the wolf’s den.
After searching Liu Xingren’s body and finding nothing, he threw the corpse into the den.
The scent of blood aroused the wolves who immediately crawled out of the den. Their green eyes fixed on Liu Xingren’s body.
Yet, even after growling a few times, they didn’t rush to tear it apart, a trace of fear was visible in their eyes.
"No doubt, the formidable martial artists who have consumed alien beast meat for many years, even in death, can deter wild animals with their lingering aura."
Lu Yan mused privately.
The wolves circling the body grew in number. After reaching the limit five times, their restraint finally collapsed. A wolf lunged forward to tear at the corpse. The others followed suit, feasting voraciously.
