Chapter 55: Striding Across in Hundred Steps (Third Update!)

  "In other words, all sixteen stone bows in the rear hall, including my Snake-Embracing Bow, have vanished? And the martial artists guarding them were also knocked unconscious?"

  Listening to several guards' slightly panicked reports, Yue Yongjie's eyes didn't show a hint of anger, and when he heard the back, he even burst out laughing. "This little guy is really interesting."

  Yue Yun's expression was first stunned, then a bitter laugh.

  "Brother! Can you let people go to the west wing——",

  "Left wing room? Never mind, let someone go take a look!"

  Yue Yongjie shook his head, with no hope in his heart. He looked up at the gate outside the hall. The sound of weapons clashing inside the hall rose and fell, but it was still unable to drown out the sounds from outside the gate - the wailing of the demonic birds and the thunderous roar of the giant crossbows piercing the air. Even faintly visible were several enormous birds with wingspans of tens of meters, diving down from mid-air. Additionally, there were a few low-level warriors rushing in from outside the gate. And although they all had large bows weighing ten to twelve dan on their backs, none of them used them.

  With Yue Yunjie's keen eyesight, he could see at a glance that the bowstrings were in a state of fatigue. In this chaotic and unrelenting battle situation within the temple, even someone as skilled in archery as him did not dare to use them, let alone these people who had only just caught a glimpse of the entrance to martial arts.

  But how could such a careful arrangement still leave the bows in the left wing for them? However, at this moment, he was even more restless. After thinking for a moment, Yue Yongjie once again waved his hand to several personal guards beside him.

  "Go get two more people to the ancestral hall and ask Seventeen Uncle to come over as soon as possible, be sure to hurry!"

  Yue Yunwen was even more surprised this time, and Yue Yunjie's mouth mentioned that the seventeenth uncle was named Yue Tianbai, one of the only two ninth-level peak martial artists in the Yue family. This made him even more puzzled, what exactly was it that made his brother so cautious? Did he need to invite this elder who had been closed for many years to break through the congenital boundary?

  He then turned his gaze to Hong Zheng opposite him, and saw that the Sword King of Cang Lan, the deputy city master of Dan Yun City, was holding his sword with a look of being lost in thought, his eyebrows furrowed as he stared sideways into the distance, seemingly thinking about something.

  Yue Yunwen also understood a bit of Hong Zheng's feelings, as he was not yet of the age to attend school and had already defeated more than 30 strong martial artists without showing any signs of defeat. This kind of extraordinary talent made even him feel a little jealous, especially since this young man might be from a rival family. His heart felt uneasy and worried. He smiled secretly to himself, gripping his knife handle tightly, with increased vigilance in his heart. If he were in Hong Zheng's position today, no matter whether the young man was a member of the Yue family or not, he would also unhesitatingly kill him on the spot!

  At this time, the three people had different thoughts. Behind the second table on the left side of the banquet hall, Hongfei's face was also pale and white. He had recognized Yue Yu not long after the two entered the temple.

  The people of the Yue family were the first to enter, but they didn't expect that the young man who was often accompanied by a giant and was extremely weak would be there. However, he had no preconceptions and instead admired how Yue Yu handled himself outside the store yesterday. So after seeing the "dwarf" perform a few sword moves, he already recognized his opponent's identity.

  Earlier, he was only shocked, but now there's only fear left. Occasionally, when Yue Yu looked over, the fierce killing intent in his eyes made him feel chilled to the bone. If it were just as he had originally imagined, a child with exceptional intelligence but extremely weak abilities, it wouldn't have been possible for him to feel this way. However, before his eyes was a strong opponent who could defeat dozens of elite members of the Yue family within tens of steps without revealing any signs of fatigue.

  Hong Fei never thought that for the sake of venting a personal grievance, for the sake of those few thousand taels of silver, he would stir up such big trouble.

  He wasn't afraid of the masked youth at this moment, but was worried that after the cause and effect were exposed, his own actions would lead to the views of his uncle and others in the clan.

  Such a talented person didn't try to get along with him, but instead offended him to the point of no return. Not to mention others from his tribe, even he himself would regret it.

  But perhaps this is a good thing. Hong Fei's gaze swept towards his superior. Under the sandalwood desk, Hong Zheng's left hand was bulging with veins, and his eyes were extremely complex.

  A cold sneer echoed in her heart, and Hong Fei cast a slightly surprised gaze at the figure several feet away. She thought to herself that if this young man could survive, then so be it; she would just treat his sister better in the future. If he was willing to put in some effort for her, she might even consider making him a formal husband. But if he unfortunately died under his uncle's sword, she would have to torment that little girl until she was on the verge of collapse!

  A loud, clear "clang" echoed through the entire hall once again.

  When the crossed swords parted again, Yue Yu let out a heavy gasp. At this moment, he only felt that his right hand muscles were difficult to lift, and the numbness was like needle pricks.

  At the one hundred and twelfth step, his advancing footsteps were finally blocked. Standing in front of Yue Yu at this moment was a young fourth-grade martial artist, with cold indifference in his eyes.

  Yue Yu recognized that this person's name was Yue Yining, his seventh paternal uncle, the second most talented in the main house after the eldest grandson Yue Yiren.

  In fact, it was also the case that after twelve consecutive mid-level martial artists fell before him, this person had accurately found a way to counter his sword technique. His internal energy and sword momentum were all condensed without dispersing, and he only used three-tenths of his strength. Although he weakened seven parts of his might, he left Yue Yu with no power to borrow or draw upon.

  What's even worse is that the true energy in his body, which was originally full of vitality and vigor, finally began to weaken at this moment, revealing a hint of decline.

  Yue Yi Nian also seemed to sense something, and with a hint of regret, he glanced over here before striking again at Yue Yu's throat. Still, his moves were neither hot nor cold, not seeking success but merely avoiding failure.

  Yue Yu let out a bitter laugh, this kind of opponent was precisely the most difficult to deal with. His right hand unhesitatingly raised his slanted sword, coinciding with the second collision of the two swords. Yue Yu's body suddenly retreated a step back, the Qinggang sword in his hand also shattered inch by inch after that, and he tasted a hint of rust flavor in his mouth.

  "Change knives!"

  At the moment when everyone around, including Yue Yining, was stunned, Yue You's left hand suddenly reached behind Lin Zhuo and pulled out a horizontal knife. The clear and bright light of the knife, like moonlight, flashed across the entire hall in an instant. The first ray of light shot towards Yue Yining's wrist, forcing this young fourth-level martial artist to withdraw his sword halfway. The second ray of light cut towards the lower right side, causing Yue Yining to stop the step he was about to take with his right foot. By the third knife, it had already chopped into Yue Yining's left arm's brachioradialis muscle.

  Even if his body was exhausted, Yue Yu's control of the knife was still incredibly precise. Half an inch into the flesh, he had already withdrawn and risen, just enough to render his elder cousin powerless to hold his sword.

  When Yue Yi's long sword fell to the ground and he retreated, Yue Yu suddenly felt that his entire field of vision had opened up. The 114th step, there was no longer an enemy in front of him who could fight back.

  At this moment, Lin Zhuo let out a deep breath. As if he wanted to spit out all the emotions of disbelief, admiration, unwillingness and jealousy in his heart.

  In the deepest part of the great hall, Yue Yunjie and Yue Yunwen finally couldn't help but stand up straight, their eyes fixed on Yue Yu's left arm. Almost at the same time, Hong Zheng also subconsciously tightened his grip again, his left hand holding a knife under the banquet table, his muscles slowly swelling without him realizing it, and his neatly trimmed fingernails were deeply embedded in his flesh.

  Hong Zheng was completely unaware of this, his gaze also concentrated on the young man in front of him, who was now only twenty or so steps away.