20demayo Chapter 21: Fame
Chapter 21: Fame
The makeshift arena, built of piled-up stones, was quickly covered in white snow, with only jagged rocks and withered branches crunching underfoot.
The commotion gradually subsided, and hundreds of fierce gazes from the two gangs remained fixed on the scene.
"Who goes there? I won't send nameless ghosts to their deaths!"
The wind and frost on the other side whistled, sharp as knives.
"Wu He".
He drew his Tang-style sword, its cold light flashing.
"I've never heard of Wu He in the South City area, brother. He's not a big name!"
Du Yuan raised his chin and looked at people through his nostrils.
Wu He chuckled coldly, bowed slightly, and charged forward.
The gleaming, cold blade sliced through the air, instantly striking Du Yuan in front of him, its swiftness astonishing the entire audience.
The latter's pupils dilated sharply, and he hurriedly stepped back, narrowly avoiding the blade with his nose almost touching it.
whoosh whoosh~
The disdain on his face vanished completely, replaced by deep astonishment.
The surrounding crowd was completely silent, no one made a sound, only the increasingly intense cold wind and heavy snow.
Some of them, who had been standing loosely, straightened up, craning their necks and staring intently.
"You've got some skills!"
Du Yuan looked down at the ripped clothes on his chest, gritted his teeth slightly, and immediately raised his knife and delivered a powerful slash!
The broadsword is heavy and powerful, and it is not the best strategy for Tang Hengdao to fight it head-on.
Wu He straightened his body and used his feet to leap out of the deep sea and dodge.
Dangdang Dangdang!
Amidst the swift wind and snow, the two blades clashed, their cold glints lingering, their back-and-forth exchanges astonishing.
Especially Xu Niang, who stood there dumbfounded, staring at Wu He, who was on par with Du Yuan, with disbelief in her eyes.
Didn't they say they hadn't entered the country yet?
Such skill clearly indicates that he has reached the late stage of the Skin Tempering Realm, comparable to Du Yuan.
Gudong~
She swallowed hard, the cold wind blowing down her neck. Thinking of her previous attitude towards Wu He, she felt a chill run down her spine.
"Did Master Li really take him as his apprentice?"
Beside him, Yu Hu, the leader of the Seven Killers Society, squinted his eyes, his expression solemn.
The woman nodded subconsciously: "Maybe."
"Why didn't you tell me sooner that the Desire Immortal Pavilion had such a person?"
"I only found out now."
She forced a smile and said, "Wu He... oh no, Master Wu! Master Wu has always kept a low profile."
clang!
A sudden, loud noise drew their attention.
Du Yuan retreated step by step, staggering slightly as he reached the edge of the arena, swaying as if he were about to fall.
His face was flushed, and he was panting heavily.
When his gaze fell on Wu He again, it was filled with horror.
In the short thirty rounds of combat just now, I could say that I hadn't gained the slightest advantage. This young lad was clearly also in the late stage of the Skin Tempering Realm.
"It's him!"
At this moment, Wu He, who had always felt that Wu He looked somewhat familiar, finally remembered him.
I caught a glimpse of him when he caused trouble at the Desire Immortal Pavilion; he was just a servant dressed in coarse linen clothes.
After that incident, I felt that there were other martial artists in Yuxianlou besides Li Bo, but I never expected it to be that little servant!
A martial artist in the late stage of skin tempering is assigned to menial tasks.
What were you thinking?
[Progress completed (Minor Mastery of Blade Splashing Technique): 17/200]
Wu He's attention was not on him at the moment; he was looking at the progress on the She Tian Ce (a book of credits), his brows furrowed slightly.
After more than thirty rounds, I only managed to gain two points to make up for the lost progress, which is much less efficient than my sparring session with Li Bo last night.
"It must be related to the intensity of the battle. Du Yuan's strength is not that great to me, so my progress is naturally not fast."
"If that's the case, then let's not dawdle," he thought to himself.
The opportunity to fight was hard-won. I had originally planned to use Du Yuan to make a good progress, but now that I see how disappointing he is, there is no need to use him anymore.
His gaze sharpened completely, and he drew his sword, closing in on Du Yuan step by step.
"Pooh!"
The latter, also filled with rage, spat out a mouthful of phlegm, his clothes billowing, gripped his broadsword tightly with both hands, and roared!
Swish swish!
In the blink of an eye, he swung his sword like the wind, the blade flashing with cold light, and a fierce gust of wind swept across the surrounding area for several meters.
bass!
bass!
Sparks flew from the strange rocks beneath their feet, leaving deep scratches.
"Chaotic Wind Blade!"
"Judging from his momentum, he's probably already achieved some success."
"I heard that Du Yuan once followed a general of the Garrison Army, and that's where he learned the Chaotic Wind Blade technique."
……
Upon seeing this, the crowd gasped in disbelief, and some people at the very front of the arena instinctively stepped back, fearing that the wind from the blade would strike them.
Wu He, on the other hand, remained calm and composed.
No matter how fierce the chaotic wind blades are, are they as formidable as Li Bo that night?
Moreover, his own sword-splashing technique was not even at the beginner level at that time.
Tang Hengdao spun with a chilling light. At a certain moment, Wu He stepped forward and thrust himself into the range of Du Yuan's sword strike!
Immediately, the knife was plunged!
Clang!
In a flash, a crisp sound rang out, and as the flames flickered, a broken blade was raised high in the air.
puff puff!
At the same time, several streaks of scarlet blood splattered between the silver and white sky. Du Yuan froze on the spot, the broken sword in his hand trembling violently.
puff~
Wu He strolled by, and with a flick of his wrist, he slit the throat of the man and precisely sheathed his sword.
Blood gushed out like a fountain, and Du Yuan, the Rolling Dragon, sobbed, clutching his neck and collapsing to his knees with a thud.
Do not look down.
Whoohoo!
As the wind and snow swept across the entire world, his tall figure remained unmoved, his hair fluttering, and his handsome young face now held a hint of fierceness.
Hundreds of gang members stood there stunned, staring at the pool of blood spreading across the stage, and at Du Yuan, whose eyes were wide open and who died with his eyes bulging. The sight of him was a shock to everyone's eyes and hearts.
Du Yuan is dead!
He was stabbed in the throat by this unknown young man!
"Bravo! Master Wu is awesome!"
"Hahaha! Master Wu is awesome!"
The old woman grinned from ear to ear, stumbled onto the other side of the ring, and slapped the madam of Cuixianglou across the face.
"Fuck your mother!"
"Go ahead and yell! Bah! You bitch!"
"My Delightful Pavilion is teeming with powerful figures; do you think you can touch it? Hah! Damn you!"
……
As if she wanted to vent her pent-up anger, she unleashed a torrent of abuse on the madam of Cuixianglou.
The other party, on the other hand, was completely silenced and allowed to be beaten and scolded at will.
Some members of the Black Dragon Gang, unable to bear listening any longer, tried to make a move, but the gang leader stopped them.
"A bet's a bet; if you're not as skilled, death is no loss!"
He understood the rules of the game.
Besides, the government officials haven't left yet.
"I didn't realize that Wu He could master the Splashing Blade Technique to this extent. He's probably already achieved a minor level of mastery, right?" Yu Long said sarcastically, glancing at Qian Bin intentionally or unintentionally.
The latter's hands, hidden in his wide sleeves, were clenched tightly, his eyes were fixed on her, and his breathing was slightly rapid.
I saw it.
Wu He's sword technique just now was fast, fierce, and the timing was precise. His skillful application of it clearly showed that he had already reached the minor mastery level.
Even within the Zhenguan Army's Zhanma Camp, very few could achieve this level of skill.
"Li Bo is so biased! He ignores his former comrades, but he's showering this greenhorn with all his knowledge!"
Qian Bin roared inwardly.
Meanwhile, Li Bo, whom he resented, was standing at the city gate, his face serious.
He clearly remembered that Wu He's swordsmanship was still a bit rough last night, only at the beginner level, but his state in the battle just now was much more refined.
To reach this level, one must possess exceptional comprehension; otherwise, only years of accumulated combat experience can unlock it.
And Wu He, just by testing the knife on him last night, was able to gain such insights?
Li Bo, his brow furrowed and utterly bewildered, limped back into the city...
At this moment, when everyone present was preoccupied with their own thoughts, Wu He stood in the wind and snow, trying his best to suppress the corners of his mouth that wanted to turn up.
[Progress completed (Minor Mastery of Blade Splashing Technique): 67/200]
That one strike actually restored fifty progress points!