Chapter Fifty-Four: Hidden Intent to Kill

  "It's actually just the Great Primordial True Energy!"

  When Yue Yu's colorful and mixed sword energy finally emerged from the tip of his sword, Yue Yunwen, who was at the top of the hall, finally let out a surprised cry. As if he didn't dare to believe that in the hall below, the almost invincible dwarf was using only this kind of kung fu that could only be considered as the lowest level.

  "It's similar yet different! This person's breathing speed seems to be slightly faster! And the length of their breath, doesn't seem like those who cultivate the Great Primordial True Energy."

  Hong Zheng slightly shook his head, with equal confusion in his eyes. The person before him had already fought against over thirty martial artists, yet until this moment, not only did his aura show no signs of weakening, but it seemed to be growing even more vigorous and robust. This was certainly due to the dwarf's ability to conserve his true energy and avoid wasting it, however, if he didn't have a solid foundation for recovering his own vital energy, it wouldn't have reached such an extent.

  At this time, he no longer had the mind to mock or scorn. After Yue Yu entered the hall, he had already advanced more than sixty steps, one step and one sword, two swords within which must wound someone, causing the entire front of the hall to be in an uproar, and the distance from here was only over thirty yards. The momentum of that unstoppable charge even moved him. And now looking at the entire great hall again, apart from the younger generation of both sides, there were only about twenty people who could fight.

  "This person's swordsmanship is indeed somewhat strange! The level should be at least above high rank, but I, Hong Zheng, have never heard of it in my entire life."

  "I've never heard of it either!"

  Yue Yiwu's previous anger had long since dissipated, replaced by a look of deep contemplation. "This person's sword is as beautiful as it is eerie, I wonder where this mysterious figure came from!"

  The swordsmanship used by Yue Yu is his own basic sword technique, combined with some practical sword techniques from Wudang Taiji Sword. To outsiders, it seems simple and unadorned. However, to people like Hong Zheng and Yue Yunwen, it has a different flavor. The naturally smooth and unhindered sword style is indeed considered elegant in the eyes of these two.

  "Where did he pop out from? Hehe, Yunwen brother, I think this person is either a nephew of your wife's family or has a great origin with your family—"

  Hong Zheng smiled lightly and said with a hint of sarcasm, "You can't see that? He's still holding back even now!"

  Yue Yu was indeed showing mercy, his every sword strike was either with the tip of the sword poking at the muscles when exerting force or with the back of the sword striking the joints and arm bones of his opponent. Then the force used was extremely measured, although it could make these people temporarily lose their combat ability, it would absolutely not cause injury or disability, let alone be fatal.

  It's not that he spared their lives, but it was really unnecessary. This time he came here, not to offend the Yue family to death.

  It just so happened that his plan had some deviations. It seemed that they saw that he had no intention of killing, and the three people at the top of the hall were as stable as Mount Tai, temporarily without any intention of taking action.

  With a sweep of his gaze across the depths of the hall, Yue Yu let out a helpless sigh. The long sword in his hand suddenly spun rapidly, and with the sparks that flew out from the metal friction, Yue Yu drew a circle with the sword in front of him, and then at the moment when his opponent was already gradually unable to withdraw. He swiftly withdrew his sword, and with the same sword-hilt method, he whipped it onto the wrist bone of the fifth-level martial artist. This strike that could have shattered the bones of a second-level peak demon beast only resulted in a crisp cracking sound from the other's wrist.

  "Change swords!"

  From Lin Zhuo's hand, he picked up the second green steel sword. Yue Yu also shook his numb and aching right arm with the momentum.

  The foundation of a mid-level martial artist is already extremely solid. Their understanding of the martial way and their control over their own strength and internal energy are far beyond what those low-level martial artists can compare to.

  At this stage, if he wants to achieve the effect of "four ounces moving a thousand pounds", he must have the fundamental strength of a thousand pounds. Therefore, when facing those primary martial artists, he can wield his sword with ease. However, once he faced that fifth-level martial artist from earlier, there were several times when he almost lost control and was pushed to his limits. In the end, although he still managed to defeat his opponent, the process was extremely perilous, exhausting all of his skills. Moreover, he himself did not fare well either, with his arms feeling sore and weak, unable to exert any strength for a while, and even that fourth-level sword from earlier had suffered nearly destructive internal injuries.

  These people are just not used to his fighting style, Yue Yu believed that if they had a few more exchanges, the one who would lose would definitely be him!

  Taking a deep breath, Yue Yu looked forward and saw that the "tribal uncles" and "tribal grandfathers" with five or six silver threads embroidered on their clothes had all stood up with gloomy faces. Looking at Hong Fei again, the distance to his seat was less than forty steps.

  Yuè Yǔ Méng's lips curled up slightly at the corner of his mouth, and then he took another slow but firm step forward. He wanted to try again, combining his internal auxiliary intelligent parasitic system with this Taiji sword that had already brought him endless surprises, to see how far he could go tonight!

  "Whether or not he is a member of our clan I don't know, but one thing's for sure, the swordplay he uses, our Yue family has never had it in our collection!"

  Looking ahead, another fourth-level martial artist stumbled out of the war circle. Yue Yunwen hummed softly again. "It's a pity that my subordinate Jin Xu is not here. Otherwise, within three breaths, I can definitely capture him alive!"

  Although his face still wore a look of resentment, there was some uncertainty in his eyes. For such a long time, if he couldn't see that the figures of these two people in front of the temple were problematic, then it would be in vain for him to be the strongest in the Yue family castle.

  Those cotton pads stuffed inside his clothes, although tightly bound, had become somewhat deformed as the fight intensified. If you subtracted the soles of his shoes, he was probably not even fourteen years old yet. As for the other tall man, at first glance, there seemed to be no problem, but if you looked closely, you could see the inconsistencies in his movements, and his true figure should have been more slender.

  It seems that Hongzheng's words are also possible. If he wasn't worried about being recognized, why would he dress up like this?

  If that's really the case, then who is this young man, and which branch of their family-in-law does he belong to? Why have they never heard of him before?

  As he thought this in his mind, Yue Yunwen suddenly felt a sense of familiarity with the figures of these two people in front of the temple. Only for a moment, but he couldn't think of who that dwarf was.

  "Haha! Of course, it's best if that's not the case! However, judging from these two people's intentions, they seem to be targeting my family's Hongfei. If your family can't take him down, then I'll take care of it myself?"

  As soon as the words fell, Hong was pressing the hilt of his sword with his left hand on the table, still pretending to drink wine with his head down, covering up the deep killing intent in his eyes.

  "Brother Hong is joking, our family's affairs are really not worthy of your trouble!"

  Yue Yung-chieh's face was also as solemn as Yue Yung-wen's. After a moment of thought, he waved his sleeve. "Send someone to fetch my bow!"

  Upon hearing this, Yue Yunwen's eyebrows furrowed slightly. He didn't understand why his brother wouldn't let him take matters into his own hands. At this point, they couldn't care less about saving face. On the contrary, if this person was indeed a member of the Yue family, they should be feeling honored instead.

  However, upon hearing the word "archery", he finally put his mind at ease. He knew that although his brother was famous for his swordsmanship, his archery skills were also unparalleled in the entire eastern part of Beima Yuan. Within 600 steps, whether it was a living or dead target, he had never missed a shot. It was precisely this incredible marksmanship that allowed him to surpass another elder cousin who had an even higher cultivation level, and with the intention of the elderly members of the tribe, he finally took the position of tribe leader.

  The power of the eighteen-stone bow in the hall later, even if only half-drawn, is extremely strong. However, his brother's archery skills are also sufficient to control the extent.

  But Hong Zheng, who was facing him, smiled again: "Yun Wen brother, for the sake of this little kid, do you need to use that snake-shaped bow of yours? Isn't it a bit too exaggerated?"

  Shaking his head slightly, Yue Yunjie smiled wryly and didn't respond. In this brief moment, the short 'dwarf' in front of the hall had already taken ten more steps forward. Ten Swords Five People, several powerful men under his command who shook one side, couldn't even slow him down for a moment. As for dealing with this little guy, he really didn't have any confidence.

  Yue Yuenwen was somewhat dissatisfied, and when he was about to retort, he saw two armored men who had been sent by Yue Yuenjie to fetch the snake- patterned bow hastily running out from the inner left rear gate of the palace. Not only did they still have nothing in their hands, but their faces also showed a few points of panic.