Chapter 200: Chapter 200: Repay Others with Their Own Methods
The hidden weapon Shi Xiaole used was, naturally, the Storm Pear Blossom Needles.
As one of Tang Sect’s Hundred Secret Weapons, the Storm Pear Blossom Needles were immensely lethal-if controlled well, they could even kill a lower-rank master of the Xuanqi Realm.
The premise, however, was hitting the target.
Some lower-rank masters of the Xuanqi Realm, possessing superior Flying Skills, could dodge in advance. This was why Shi Xiaole had waited until now to make his move.
"What a despicable little thief!"
The right Protector was directly killed, while the left Protector was also in a bad state, his half-body riddled with bee needles, the heart-rending pain causing him to tremble continuously.
As for the other Gown Gang masters who were close, they were even worse off-some dead, some crippled, helplessly rolling on the ground, unable to fight any longer.
Not wasting this opportunity, Shi Xiaole lunged forward through the tarnished red web full of holes and immediately charged towards the left Protector.
"You wish to kill me? You’re still far short! Heavens Open, Earth Split!"
The left Protector bit his tongue and forcefully suppressed the potent poison from the bee needles, stacking his hands and using the strongest move in his double ring technique.
The two heavy metal rings, one above the other, interlapped. They struck at Shi Xiaole as quick as lightning, dragging up two bright trails of sparks along the path due to the excessive force, incredibly dazzling.
A clank sounded twice.
Shi Xiaole was sent tumbling, his qi and blood roiling, staggered by the strike. Even a first-level Xuanqi Realm master, despite his severe injuries, was not something Shi Xiaole could resist.
Meanwhile, Lai Qianyong made his move. With a shift of his body, waves seemed to surge up, his hand’s palm energy was held but not released, causing shivers down one’s spine.
He had initially thought that the combined assault of the two Protectors would be sufficient to handle Shi Xiaole, but it had turned out with one dead and one injured, the anger in his heart was indescribable.
On the other hand, Lai Qianyong felt somewhat fortunate that he had not taken action, otherwise he might not have managed to avoid the Storm Pear Blossom Needles.
"Go to hell!"
The left Protector was closer, therefore when Lai Qianyong rushed over, he was only three steps away from Shi Xiaole. With one hand he controlled the heavy metal rings using his Internal Power, and with the other, he transformed into a heavy fist. His fist condensed with robust Internal Power, pounding towards Shi Xiaole like a mudslide, not giving him a sliver of chance to evade.
Even before the Internal Power arrived, the energy swept through like a wild wind, causing Shi Xiaole’s hair to blow straight back, and his entire person seemed like a leaf fluttering in the wind, likely to be shattered at any moment.
Yang Jiuding and others were left in a blank state.
The emergence of the Storm Pear Blossom Needles greatly exceeded their expectations, but they didn’t believe that Shi Xiaole had any other hidden weapons.
Faced with a full-powered strike from a Xuanqi Realm master, how could he resist?
Yet, in this crisis, there was no panic on Shi Xiaole’s face.
The left Protector’s offense seemed fierce, but due to the effect of the poison needle, his power was not even half of his usual. Of course, even if it was just half, it was not something an ordinary Qi Absorption four-stage martial artist could resist.
But Shi Xiaole wasn’t an ordinary person.
Once the Brahma-I Unity was operating at its peak, Internal Power surged out from his body in an unstoppable torrent.
With a deafening boom at the collision point of the two Internal Power energies, transparent ripples spread and churned the energy into a pasty mess.
Shi Xiaole’s right arm shook slightly, his wrist turning. Visible to the naked eye, layers of sword light started to mist up like a thin fog. Within this thin fog, a cyan-colored light ignited, similar to the color of the moon.
"What is this?"
The left Protector had a moment of distraction. By the time he came to his senses and detected something was amiss, he felt a pain in his throat and found out that he had been pierced through by the sword.
"How could I possibly...."
He was both shocked and terrified, his gradually dilating pupils staring at Shi Xiaole, almost unable to believe it was true. He was a Xuanqi Realm master, a figure with a little fame in the Martial World of Yunfeng Domain, who had been killed by a Qi Absorption four-stage youth.
"What kind of sword technique is that?"
The martial artists in Sea View City were not dead, as the Yang Jiuding Sect’s intense battle had already attracted a group of people, all watching in secret. When they saw Shi Xiaole kill the left Protector with one sword, they were all stunned.
Those who were stunned were not just the martial artists who were drawn there. Including the Gown Gang masters, the Yang Jiuding Sect masters, all wore dumbfounded expressions, practically like stunned chickens.
They were not only startled by the powerful sword just now, but because when the sword momentum was produced, they themselves were also drawn into the created scenario. It goes without saying that, should they replace that position, they would not be able to dodge this fatal sword.
How terrifying!
At this moment, many people suddenly wanted to know the name of the sword move, this was a common trait of the martial arts world.
Shi Xiaole, the creator of the move, initially didn’t know what to call this sword, but when the sword pierced through the left Protector’s throat, he suddenly had an inspiration.
Mist Rises, Moon Falls.
This sword would be named Mist Rises, Moon Falls.
The moment the white mist arises, it signifies the fall of the moon, and the fall of a life.
"How did this damned thief grow so powerful?"
Lai Lingyao was incomparably crazed, the jealousy in his heart had long since disappeared, only endless killing intent remained.
The gap between the two sides was too large, so great that he couldn’t even muster jealousy, he only wanted the other party to disappear quickly. Otherwise, if he grows, he would be a great threat to the Gown Gang.
From the charge of the left Protector towards Shi Xiaole to being counter-killed by Shi Xiaole, it seems a lot to talk about but it actually occurred in an instant. Before people could recover, Lai Qianyong’s attack arrived.
Boom!
The tremendous palm power furiously swung down, actually smashing spider-web like fractures on the ground of the bluestone slabs, and the crevices spread all the way from the courtyard’s center to the corner of the wall.
From a birds-eye view, the whole courtyard seemed as if it could collapse at any moment.
"’Easy-Going Gown’ Lai Qianyong, dominating Sea View City for many years, is truly not in vain."
"Considering this palm attack, within a 500 mile radius, who can be his opponent?"
All the onlookers around them were shocked by Lai Qianyong’s palm power.
The joy that the disciples of Yang Jiuding Sect had just begun to feel, just like this earth, was shattered, filled with fear and unease.
The opponent was too strong, so strong that it was hard to muster any thoughts of resistance.
Everyone’s eyes were on Shi Xiaole, who once again initiated that mysterious flying skill, managing to retreat first. Yet in mid-air, he still spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.
"This man, he is no ordinary a Xuanqi Realm second-level master."
Shi Xiaole’s gaze fell upon Lai Qianyong.
While there was a substantial gap between the first and second levels of the Xuanqi Realm, the disparity between the protectors and Lai Qianyong could virtually assign them to different ranks, which was somewhat terrifying.
Normally, martial artists who cultivated into the Xuanqi realm would at least practice second-tier inferior internal power. However, judging from the internal power revealed in Lai Qianyong’s last attack, he was likely practicing second-tier middle-grade internal power.
Shi Xiaole’s guess was not wrong.
The technique cultivated by Lai Qianyong was the Mysterious Induction Technique, a second-tier middle-grade internal power inherited by the first leader of the Gown Gang by chance.
As for the martial arts of the Qiongjia Gang, the first leader was merely a three-bagged elder who had no opportunity to learn advanced martial arts. And even if he learned some, he would not dare to teach others after establishing his own sect, as this would bring about a merciless hunt by Qiongjia Gang, leading to a loss outweighing the gain.
"Boy, you’ve killed my left and right protectors and my brothers. I want you to kneel before their corpses and never stand up again."
Lai Qianyong’s face was somber, looking as terrible as could be.
The sudden death of two Xuanqi Realm masters meant that the Gown Gang had suffered more than half its strength. In addition to other casualties, although he, the leader, remained, sustaining an ostensibly formidable force, the collective strength had undoubtedly fallen by a notch and could no longer compete with the other top forces.
As a result, the industries and territories currently owned by the Gown Gang were likely to be shaken.
"I need to use this kid to capture Qing Ma and extract all the secret skills from him. In this way, not only can we make up for the losses, but also elevate the Gown Gang a level."
Lai Qianyong drew a deep breath, and his expression gradually eased.
Through investigation, he, of course, knew that Shi Xiaole had a ’master’. However, as long as he caught Qing Ma and won the favor of Old Mr. Ma, was there anything to fear from a mere Cloud Wild Crane?
In any case, he was determined to succeed today.
Upon this thought, Lai Qianyong tipped his toe on the ground and shot out like an arrow. His flying skill may be third-tier, but when combined with the internal power of the Xuanqi realm, the speed became terrifyingly fast, closing in on Shi Xiaole in the blink of an eye.
"Fog Rise, Moon Fall!"
Having kept an eye on his opponent’s movements, Shi Xiaole promptly slashed his sword.
"Humph, petty skill."
Lai Qianyong closed his eyes, and used the Mysterious Induction Technique. Judging by Shi Xiaole’s energy, he easily determined the direction of his movement and fiercely slapped out.
With a clanging sound, the sword’s momentum was completely shattered, the residual force of the palm strike kept going, and Shi Xiaole felt a lump in his chest and blood oozing from the corner of his mouth. If he hadn’t dodged in time, just this single strike could have severely injured him and caused him to fall.
"I told you, kneel."
Not giving Shi Xiaole any respite, the second round of Lai Qianyong’s attack arrived, still employing the same cunning movement with slap.
Shi Xiaole’s Bird Crossing Skill and swordsmanship were indeed sharp, but his strength was too low after all. He couldn’t resist Lai Qianyong, let alone run away.
It was like a child who was good at skills against a strong man. Even if the latter only knew how to fight blindly, he could easily crush you.
"Father, this man must not be spared, destroy his dantian first."
Seeing that the situation was under control, Lai Lingyao breathed a sigh of relief and began to shout impatiently.
"Leader, take revenge for our brothers."
The Gown Gang masters also screamed excitedly, waving their weapons.
"What a pity for the child."
"He shouldn’t have confronted Leader Lai so soon; he would have had boundless prospects in the future."
People in the dark all shook their heads, expressing regrets.
However, this was how the Martial World worked. Every day, a large number of talented individuals emerged, yet how many could really make it to the end?
"Master, it’s all my fault."
Only at this moment did Yang Jiuding finally understand that when Shi Xiaole insisted on leaving earlier, it was not only because he didn’t want to involve the Positive Pole disciples, but also because he himself had confidence in escaping.
Except for Lai Qianyong, who in the Gown Gang could hurt him?
No, wait! His master was wise beyond his years. How could he choose to take risks here due to my enthusiasm if he didn’t have alternative measures?
Yang Jiuding suddenly shuddered.
"Break."
In the midst of his fierce cry, Lai Qianyong brushed his palm at Shi Xiaole’s knees. The potent internal power was like surging waves, rollingly oppressive, breaking the flagstones on its way.
To the spectators, it appeared as though the technique had just been launched and the internal power was already engulfing Shi Xiaole.
"This is my self-created killing technique, Startling Hibernating Insects Hand. Let’s see how you dodge it."
Lai Qianyong chuckled coldly, confident of winning.
Usually, a Xuanqi Realm first-level master facing Startling Hibernating Insects Hand would only surrender or die. How could this boy be an exception?
"One more ultimate technique will be wasted again."
To everyone’s surprise, Shi Xiaole did not dodge this time.
In the midst of the terrifying palm force, he suddenly sheathed his sword. Both his hands did a push-pull movement and an invisible force started to revolve like a millstone, reversing the internal power, and actually driving back the attack launched by Lai Qianyong at an even faster speed.
Using his own tricks against him.
Spurt!
Before the eyes of the startled spectators, Lai Qianyong, caught off guard, spat out a mouthful of blood, countless bones in his body were broken. He rolled on the ground like a piece of wood smashed away, his breath weakening.
