Immortality Martial Arts: I Started with the Five Animals Health Fist

Chapter 36: Chapter 34: Yan Song, the Flying Sand

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“These five are here for revenge!”

Inside the inn, some guests whispered among themselves.

There were those who enjoyed the thrill, and those who feared trouble; they hurriedly took out some copper coins from their pockets, placed them on the dining table without finishing their meal, and quickly left the inn, fearing trouble might befall them.

“No problem, it’s inconvenient to start here, let’s go outside to settle our grudge!”

Yan Song suggested indifferently.

Hearing this, the short-haired, robust man Sun Buwen and others hesitated briefly before nodding in agreement. With so many people and so many eyes in this place, it truly wasn’t good to start a fight. Resolving the grudge outside would also keep the incident from blowing up too big and attracting unnecessary trouble!

Sun Buwen and the rest turned around and took the lead towards the exit of the inn, but at this moment, a chilling glint flashed in the depths of Yan Song’s eyes.

Without warning, Yan Song, who had been sitting, stood up. Taking a half-step forward, he channeled the strength from the ground up through his waist and into his arms. With one hand on the scabbard and the other on the handle, he drew his blade with a fierce slash!

“Be careful!”

Sun Buwen, sensing the movement behind him and realizing the imminent danger, threw himself forward to dodge while shouting loudly, warning his companions.

The other four reacted quickly, but still, two were a beat too slow.

“Puchi!”

Amidst the crisp sound of flesh being torn, two men from the Nine Thieves of Meng Mountain were caught off guard as Yan Song’s ruthless strike from behind severed their heads clean off, causing blood to spray and heads to roll on the ground!

“Ahhhh! Murder! There’s been a murder!”

A brief silence in the inn was soon followed by horrified, piercing screams echoing inside.

The spurting blood and falling heads were beyond what most people could bear!

“That blade… quite impressive!” Su Changkong’s eyes lit up slightly. Yan Song’s blade seemed simple, but it was a combination of speed and skill, similar to a “Splitting Cut,” swift, accurate, and fierce. In an instant, he had killed two remarkably capable martial artists!

“Damn it! Despicable!”

Sun Buwen and the remaining three were a mix of shock and fury, their eyes reddened, seething with anger.

Yan Song was too despicable. One moment he had suggested they take their grudge outside, but as soon as they turned around, he didn’t hesitate to attack and commit murder in the inn, ambush them, leading to the spot deaths of two companions!

“All’s fair in war! Isn’t it despicable for you to bully the few with numbers?”

Yan Song laughed mockingly, knowing that the Five from the Nine Thieves of Meng Mountain were fearsome and ruthless, far from ordinary bandits. They were all martial artists above the Strength Refinement Realm. Facing them five on one would be difficult for him, but cutting down two first significantly increased his chances of victory.

“Together! Kill him!”

Sun Buwen roared, drawing the long blade from his waist, filled with a murderous aura as he and the remaining two companions charged towards Yan Song.

The blade technique Sun Buwen wielded was ferocious. He lifted his hand and unleashed a strike that split the air, producing a tear that was audible to the flesh, the momentum was extraordinary.

“Clang!”

Yan Song swung his blade to block, and the two long blades collided, issuing a crisp sound of metal clashing against metal, sparks flying from the impact. “Clang, clang!”

Sun Buwen’s blade technique was expansive, continuing to strike out repeatedly, his long blade whirling like a spinning wheel, all offense no defense. One slight mistake would split the opponent in two, demonstrating remarkable strength! ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

But Yan Song lived up to his not-so-weak reputation in the Martial World of Clearwater City. His favored blade technique was known for its speed and precision. Within a few exchanges, he forced Sun Buwen from attacker to defender, frantically fending off the strikes.

However, Sun Buwen still had two companions whose strength was not much less than his; they were both long-time practitioners in the Strength Refinement Realm, with physiques at the peak of what humans could achieve!

“Kill!”

The other two martial artists, one on the left and one behind, brandished their knives and attacked Yan Song.

With two fists it’s hard to fight against four hands, and it’s very difficult for one person to combat two opponents of the same level. While trying to fend off one, you lose sight of the other. Moreover, Sun Buwen and his companions weren’t teaming up for the first time; their coordination was incredibly in sync.

“Clang, clang, clang!”

Yan Song, fighting one against three, clearly started struggling.

As a martial artist at the peak of Internal Strength, Yan Song had greater stamina than those at the Strength Refinement Realm, yet his strength and speed actually were not overwhelmingly superior when compared to those of the Strength Refinement Realm—unless he had reached the Divine Strength Realm!

“Crack,crack,crack!”

The shockwaves from the four combatants’ clash shattered the tables and chairs in the hall, scattering food and soup all over the place, leaving a complete mess. The surrounding guests retreated far away, fearing they would be caught in the turmoil.

“Is this a fight between martial artists? So powerful! Yan Song doesn’t seem to be a match for the three!”

“Facing three on his own, it’s quite normal!”

Some guests marveled at the martial artists’ strength. The sheer force of their fight was enough to make ordinary people too scared to even get close.

And Yan Song, taking on three opponents, was clearly at a disadvantage.

“You three little thieves! Red Fire Skill!”

Yan Song bellowed, his complexion turning a reddish hue as his eyes bulged in anger. The veins in his arms, gripping the knife, protruded, and a faint red glow moved along the blade, emanating a scorching aura!

With one Splitting Cut from Yan Song, Sun Buwen’s expression dramatically changed; he felt a wave of heat rushing towards his face!

“Clang!”

Sun Buwen blocked with his blade, and amid the clear collision sound, a tremendous force struck him, making him stagger back a step or two, his knife-wielding arm going numb and weak.

“True Qi? Did Yan Song snatch that Red Fire Skill back then?”

Su Changkong, upon seeing this, was slightly surprised as well.

At that time, Yan Song followed the man with the fox mask who had purchased the Red Fire Skill. Whether he had snatched the Red Fire Skill from him or had come to some sort of agreement was unknown. However, it was clear that Yan Song had now learned the Red Fire Skill, and he had even begun to cultivate his True Qi!

“Kill!”

With his True Qi concentrated, Yan Song’s combat power surged. His face turned a fierce red as he faced three opponents, managing to suppress the three martial artists at the peak of Strength Refinement Realm with sheer ferocity.

But Su Changkong knew it had been barely more than, but not quite two years. Yan Song’s True Qi was definitely thin and wouldn’t last long, which was why he was so eager to go on the offense, to determine the victor quickly.

However, Su Changkong had no intention of intervening. It didn’t matter to him who would win or lose in this fight—he was just there for the show!

In the center of the hall, with tables and chairs shattered all around and a complete mess, a cry of shock went up—one of the Nine Thieves of Meng Mountain, a man with a scarred face, had been sliced open at the chest, a deep wound visible to the bone, the flesh around it burnt and smoking from the searing True Qi.

It was at that moment that a fierce look flashed in Sun Buwen’s eyes. He flipped his sleeve, and a grey ball the size of half an adult’s fist appeared in his palm and was thrown violently at Yan Song’s face.

Yan Song, startled, reacted quickly, swinging his knife at the grey sphere that seemed to be some kind of concealed weapon.

“Puff!”

The knife hit the grey sphere, which shattered into a white-grey powder that, carried by the momentum, covered Yan Song’s face.

“Ahh!”

Yan Song let out a muffled scream of pain as the powder seeped into his eyes, bringing an immediate, fiery burning sensation that forced his eyes to involuntarily shut and water.

It seemed that Sun Buwen had thrown something akin to a ball of lime, undoubtedly a despicable tactic, but it was very effective!

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