Chapter 141: Chapter 141: Sweep Away
Everyone in the dilapidated temple knew that the strongest here was Peng Donglai. The barefoot elder and the sword-hugging middle-aged man were the three of them, and now two of them had made their stand. As a result, everyone turned their eyes to Peng Donglai.
Peng Donglai didn’t stand up, and his fellows didn’t move either.
"Cunning old fox."
The barefoot elder muttered under his breath.
The other party was clearly intending to profit from their strife. Nevertheless, he and the sword-hugging middle-aged man had already made an agreement, so they were not afraid of Peng Donglai interfering.
Anyway, today, the youngster named Shi is doomed to die!
"Boy, hand over the Copper Stone wisely."
"Do you think one person can stand against us all?"
Seeing the barefoot elder and the sword-hugging middle-aged man all prepared to take action, other smaller groups stood up to join the excitement. Maybe if they performed well, they could get a piece of the Copper Stone as well.
The commotion here was great, which attracted people outside the broken temple to rush over.
"Haha, it’s that boy, I’m curious to see how he dies."
A man with a chubby face laughed loudly. He was the one who had been slapped away by Shi Xiaole.
Thump, thump, thump.
Shi Xiaole flicked his sleeve, and more than ten pieces of Copper Stone fell at his feet, saying, "The Copper Stone is here. If you want it, come and get it yourself."
"Everyone, attack him together."
"Let’s defeat this arrogant bastard first."
This kind of blatant disregard infuriated many people.
More than ten low-level experts in the Qi Absorption Realm attacked Shi Xiaole from all directions. The surging Qi turned into a wild wind, blowing the bonfire in the temple.
Given this encirclement, even a high-level expert in the Qi Absorption Fifth Tier Realm wouldn’t dare to be careless, they must retreat to avoid being hit.
With a slight step, Shi Xiaole took off into the air like a wild goose. But just as he rose halfway, his body suddenly spun, releasing a circular blade light.
Shriek Shriek Shriek.
"Ahh..."
Among the screams, the dozen attackers fell to the ground, clutching their arms and shaking all over.
"Anyone who dares to touch my things, dies."
Suddenly, a chilly sword light cut through the night, shooting straight at Shi Xiaole.
The sword-hugging middle-aged man took his shot.
From the inside of the broken temple to the courtyard outside, a total of five Zhangs distance. An ordinary person could never imagine how fast the sword-hugging middle-aged man was, let alone react in time.
But who is Shi Xiaole?
His mind had locked onto the enemy long ago, and he swung his blade without a second thought.
Clang!
In the sound of terrifying blade and sword collision, both of them retreated at the same time.
"You’ve got some skills."
The sword-hugging middle-aged man hadn’t expected Shi Xiaole to block his move. Somewhat surprised, he gives a cold smile and stabs his sword rapidly, then slowly.
Many felt uneasy seeing this strange swordplay.
Even the barefoot elder and Peng Donglai showed serious expressions.
In martial arts combat, rhythm is crucial. But the swordplay of the middle-aged man seemed innately capable of breaking the rhythm, making it difficult for one to perform well.
Speed-change Light-step Sword.
Although the swordsmanship may be third-rate, it depends on when it’s applied.
The sword-hugging man was confident that most people would be at a loss when initially facing his sword technique. By the time they reacted, the situation would be under his control.
"Since it’s a sword technique, I’ll fight you with a sword one."
At the same time as he sheathed his blade, Shi Xiaole drew his sword with his right hand. The rhythm was greatly disrupted by the two sounds.
Unfortunately, it didn’t throw Shi Xiaole off, but rather the sword-hugging middle-aged man.
"What?!"
The barefoot elder and Peng Donglai both changed their expressions.
The sword technique they were both somewhat wary of was so easily broken?
Very quickly, the shock on their faces grew more intense. Because they found that the sword-hugging middle-aged man was being overpowered.
Compared with the rhythm-breaking Speed-change Light-step Sword, Shi Xiaole’s sword strokes could only be described as casually thrown out, lacking a sense of rhythm.
Or perhaps Shi Xiaole’s rhythm was too strong, so strong that the sword-hugging middle-aged man couldn’t break it and was instead being led by it.
"How can this be?"
The sword-hugging middle-aged man was wide-eyed with anger, unable to believe what had just happened.
"Mysterious Element Slasher!"
Suddenly, he uttered a cry and slashed his sword with a weird motion, producing a brilliant sword light.
The sword light was incredibly sharp and carried an aura of breaking through everything. What frightened Shi Xiaole the most was that the Qi rushing towards him was extremely pure, like a steel plate.
Strength comes from power, which clearly indicated that the internal power of the sword-hugging middle-aged man was much purer than that of ordinary people.
Even the simplest martial arts are not easy to perfect, but it was clear that the middle-aged man had cultivated his third-tier upper-grade internal skills to perfection.
This made his internal power much stronger than ordinary Qi Absorption Sixth Tier experts.
Shi Xiaole finally understood where the initial threat came from.
Unfortunately, his internal power had also improved a lot now. With his ultimate moves, he simply did not fear anyone in the field.
"Thin Line of Life."
With calm eyes and the Purple Light Divine Skill running to the limit, Shi Xiaole swung out a sword.
The green and purple long sword slid along the blade of his opponent, scratching a bloody cut into the shoulder of the sword-hugging middle-aged man under the hissing sparks.
Boom!
Just as the momentum of the sword stroke was dissipating, a broken iron crutch overhead came smashing down, producing a roaring sound.
Seeing that the sword-hugging middle-aged man couldn’t hold on, the barefoot elder struck.
In terms of internal power, the barefoot elder was even three points stronger than the sword-hugging middle-aged man. Plus, he was taking advantage of the situation, everyone thought that Shi Xiaole would die under this crutch.
The large-eyed girl even screamed.
"This is bad."
Peng Donglai prepared his palm to intervene. For one, he and the Barefoot Elder were not on friendly terms. For another, he didn’t want Shi Xiaole to die in vain, it would be too much of a pity.
"Your sneak attack tactic is too naive."
If it was a surprise attack by Pupil Skill, or a large scale hidden weapon, Shi Xiaole might be taken aback. However, a surprise attack, like that of the Barefoot Elder, was useless against him.
The Purple Light Divine Skill roared to life, a layer of purple internal power burst out from within him.
Clang!
The Barefoot Elder was astonished, he switched from attacking to blocking, his offensive momentum stumbled for a moment.
"This man is not easy to deal with, let’s join forces!"
The Middle-aged Swordsman had completely lost his coolness. As he yelled at the Barefoot Elder, he launched his deadly attack and charged forward.
The Barefoot Elder steadied himself and swung his iron staff from the other side towards Shi Xiaole.
Clang, clang, clang ...
Three figures crisscrossed through the broken temple, back and forth, their fierce energy colliding and sending straw, campfire, and rubble flying.
Everyone was stupefied.
Those who had thought about ambushing Shi Xiaole were sweating profusely.
Just as well they didn’t act against that youngster, otherwise they would have had no chance of survival.
"His martial arts ..."
The large-eyed girl gaped, she was utterly stunned. She had considered countless possibilities, but never anticipated such a scene that night.
"Heroes do come young, indeed."
Peng Donglai wistfully retracted his power.
With his discerning eyes, it was clear that Shi Xiaole could handle two opponents without losing footing. No assistance was required.
"Young master, I have offended you in the past, can we shake hands and make peace?"
After nearly a hundred moves, the Barefoot Elder was becoming more and more alarmed, he yelled at Shi Xiaole.
His opponent’s internal power, agility, swordsmanship, each aspect was impeccable, their combination was seamless. How could they continue the fight?
"Alright, as long as you cripple one of your arms and one leg."
Shi Xiaole responded coldly.
If he had been weak tonight, the only way would have been death. Since they showed no mercy, he saw no need for courtesy.
"Such an outrage!"
The Barefoot Elder could never accept that term, his murky eyes flashed ruthlessly and he suddenly shouted to Peng Donglai, "Brother Peng, work together with me and I’ll split the Copper Stone."
Peng Donglai scoffed but made no move to join in.
Bang!
Another clash of techniques.
Utilizing the force of the clash, the Barefoot Elder shot towards the outside of the broken temple, shouting, "Boy, I will remember tonight’s events."
"What use is remembering?"
Sheathing his sword and unsheathing his blade, Shi Xiaole switched weapons so quickly, he nearly left an afterimage in the air. Before the afterimage dissipated, he had already leapt into the sky, swinging his Shattered Snow Blade ferociously towards the Barefoot Elder.
Blood Battle Ten Forms, the tenth form - Monarch Overlooking the World.
Bang!
The iron staff was directly split by the Shattered Snow Blade, the blade proceeded without stopping, slashing across, and obliterated the Barefoot Elder’s neck under his horrified gaze.
The Middle-aged Swordsman was terrified to the bone, but alas, as soon as he moved, the world in front of his eyes abruptly stopped.
Wait, how come I can see my own back? He let out a mental cry as his head rolled onto the ground.
Quiet.
Absolute quiet.
Inside and outside the broken temple, only the sound of people’s heavy breathing mixed with the soft crackling of the campfire could be heard.
The bulky-faced man swallowed hard, wanting to run away immediately but feared attracting attention, he was breaking out in a cold sweat.
His three brothers were trembling with fear, fearing that Shi Xiaole would cause trouble for them.
After searching the bodies of the Middle-aged Swordsman and Barefoot Elder, Shi Xiaole shook his head in disappointment after finding only two Copper Stones.
No wonder these people were so envious of his Copper Stone, with their strength they could only get two pieces, it seemed like others were simply wasting their time.
If anyone had gotten any, they must have left silently, sneakily.
As for secret manuals, Shi Xiaole hadn’t found any in a long time.
Most martial artists, while they wouldn’t destroy a secret manual, they also wouldn’t carry them around to avoid benefiting others.
He just had to admit he has been quite lucky with his encounters in the Cloud Triangle.
Ignoring the remaining crowd, Shi Xiaole returned to his seat and began meditating. He had killed all those who had attempted to harm him, as for those who could only make noise, he didn’t bother killing them.
Seeing this, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, quickly and quietly moved away, they didn’t dare to take another glance at Shi Xiaole.
In the following days, Shi Xiaole came back late from his early starts and found thirteen more Mystic Crystal Stones. But he knew this was pretty much the limit.
Even if there were more, he wouldn’t be able to find them with his current Stone Vision skills.
"Thirteen Mystic Crystal Stones, should be enough for my breakthrough."
Shi Xiaole’s cultivation had reached the peak of the first tier of the Qi Absorption Realm, just like water in a cup that would spill over with just a little more force.
So, he decided to leave Yuan Stone Village, find a quiet place, and break through in one go.
"Young master, these ..."
Looking at the three pieces of Copper Stone in his hand, Peng Donglai was at a loss.
"That night, you were prepared to help me. Thank you."
With a smile, Shi Xiaole turned and left, leaving Peng Donglai and his apprentices with an unforgettable memory.
"What a peculiar person."
The large-eyed girl murmured, a touch of melancholic dazedness spreading across her face.
