King of Hundred Victories Saber

Chapter 351 - 148: Sinister Zhong Renwang Sows Discord, Fan Chang Falls for the Ruse and is Consumed by Rage

His body swayed, then fell to the ground, blood gushing from the wound like a spring, quickly staining the surrounding soil. In the darkness, the scarlet blood was particularly striking and alarming.

Xie Zhichuan stood aside, eyes wide open, watching the sudden turn of events with horror and reluctance on his face.

His lips trembled, and he suddenly screamed, "Ghost! There’s a ghost! There’s a ghost!"

The sharp and trembling voice echoed in the valley.

After speaking, he turned and ran in fright, his steps chaotic, as if an evil ghost was truly pursuing him.

In the nick of time, Fan Chang performed the "Monkey Form" body technique from the Xingyi Fist, his figure instantly agile and turning, while his arm extended like an ape’s. Shan Bing turned in shock and was accidentally hit by a punch from Fan Chang during this distraction.

With a "bang," Shan Bing’s body fell to the ground like a kite with a broken string, but he quickly leaped up, his skills indeed extraordinary.

His heart burned with anger, and he gritted his teeth, taking another punch from Fan Chang, then unleashed the "Seven Injuries Fist."

Each punch he threw was imposing, containing seven different forces, sometimes fierce, sometimes gentle, sometimes mixing strength with softness, and sometimes softness with strength, either crossing or straightly delivering, or retracting inward. Each punch struck with a whooshing sound, seemingly tearing the surrounding air.

"Bang! Bang!" Fan Chang fought hard to resist but ultimately couldn’t withstand the unending, ever-changing forces.

He groaned, a mouthful of blood spurted from his mouth, his body swayed a few times, ultimately severely internally injured, spitting blood and collapsing.

Shan Bing was just about to strike the fatal blow when suddenly he heard someone shouting, "Dad! Dad!"

It was Fan Chang’s son, Fan Shi, worried about his father’s safety, leading a group of martial brothers over.

From afar, Fan Shi saw Shan Bing about to strike a deadly blow on Fan Chang, his eyes instantly glaring red, almost tearing, he rushed over shouting, "Wicked thief, do not harm my father!" While punching toward Shan Bing.

A group of martial brothers followed, some punching to support Fan Shi, while others hurriedly helped up Elder Martial Artist Fan Chang.

Fan Chang, with blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, face pale as paper, yet his gaze remained firm.

He said with difficulty, "This is Zhong Renwang’s sinister plot, and his aim is to make our Xingyi Fist Sect and the Heroic Sakura Association slaughter each other. Quickly inform Shi Feiyang, the Grand Squad Leader, do not fall for it. My death is insignificant, but the Jiangnan Martial Arts must not descend into chaos from now on. Let the brothers of the Heroic Sakura Association conduct a thorough search for Zhong Renwang, catch him and avenge me. Avenge me!" Though his voice was weak, every word was filled with power, echoing through the ominous Red Dawn Peak night.

At this moment, a figure descended from the sky, reaching out with a grasp, performing the "Dragon Seizes the Heavens," a pinnacle move of the Divine Dragon Claw Divine Technique.

The powerful vortex formed by the Bright Jade Technique pushed away Fan Shi and his martial brothers, while fingers like iron tongs clamped onto Shan Bing’s shoulder, squeezing hard as a "crack" sound was heard! Shan Bing let out a miserable scream and collapsed to the ground.

It turned out to be Shi Feiyang who had arrived at the scene, and it was he who had earlier shot out a Golden Needle, diverting Shan Bing’s dagger.

In the darkness, Liao Pei, Lie Quan, Wu Zhong, and others quickly gathered, using iron chains to securely bind Shan Bing.

Shi Feiyang turned around, took out various miraculous elixirs and Tianshan Snow Lotus Water, fed them to Elder Martial Artist Fan Chang, and asked how he had seen through Zhong Renwang’s sinister plan. Fan Chang sighed, replying, "Alas! It was Xie Zhichuan! Ever since his father passed away, Xie Zhichuan has been following behind Zhong Renwang. Had it not been for Zhong Renwang orchestrating such a nefarious plot, I wouldn’t have been deceived. Alas!"

Just then, intense fighting and the clash of weapons were heard from the foot of Red Dawn Peak. Shi Feiyang said, "Mr. Fan, it’s good that you understand! Rest assured, the Heroic Sakura Association will avenge you, sir." Having said that, he stood up and floated away.

At the foot of Red Dawn Peak, Xiao Lingling wielded the Mandarin Duck Saber, Jin Liufu exhibited the Eight Trigrams Body-Traveling Saber, Gongsun Ren used a pair of Wu Yue Hooks, Yang Feng gripped a steel knife, and Xiang Kun held an iron flute, all attacking Tang Zihan and Xie Zhichuan.

Tang Zihan and Xie Zhichuan stood back-to-back, tension radiating around them.

Tang Zihan’s long sword in his hand resembled a dragon emerging from the sea, its cold light flickered, and as the sword body danced, it seemed like a spiritual dragon was howling.

He performed a move from the Huashan Swordsmanship called "Opening the Door to Welcome Guests", his wrist turned, and the sword blossoms shone gloriously, the blade rubbed against the air, making a "sizzling" sound like the rustling of pines. Xie Zhichuan, on the other hand, wielded the Thirteen Life-taking Swords, each strike was ruthless, and every thrust carried the sound of breaking wind, hissing like a life-taking specter howling.

Xiao Lingling wielded the Mandarin Duck Sabers, the dual blades danced as fast as lightning.

She performed a move from the "Seven Fiend Saber Technique" called "Riding the Wind and Chasing Lightning," her dual blades attacked Tang Zihan like a violent storm.

The blade edges glistened with cold light, each sweep dangerously grazed Tang Zihan’s robe’s hem, making a "rustling" subtle sound.

Tang Zihan quickly performed a move from the Huashan Swordsmanship called "White Rainbow Penetrating the Sun," his long sword drew a sharp arc, clashing with Xiao Lingling’s Mandarin Duck Sabers, "clang" a loud sound echoed, sparks flew.

Jin Liufu executed the Eight Trigrams Body-Traveling Saber Technique with a ghost-like body. He performed a move called "Dragon Playing with Phoenix," the saber light flickered, and the saber technique was unpredictable. The blade sometimes emerged like a spiritual snake from a cave, slashing swiftly from Xie Zhichuan’s left side with a "swish" sound; at other times, it seemed like a phantom flashing, appearing on Xie Zhichuan’s right side, leaving him defenseless.

Xie Zhichuan sensed danger, quickly performing a move from the Thirteen Life-taking Swords called "Back Wind Gazing at the Moon," the sword shadows flickered, intertwining with Jin Liufu’s saber light, producing endless "ding ding dang dang" collision sounds.

Gongsun Ren swung the Wu Yue Hooks, the hook bodies gleamed with a cold light. He executed a move called "Hook Lock Chain," each hook strike carried a fierce sound of breaking air, roaring with terrifying power. The tips of the Wu Yue Hooks, like venomous snakes flicking their tongues, straight towards Tang Zihan.

Tang Zihan’s body flashed, performing a move from the Huashan Swordsmanship called "White Clouds Emerge," his long sword swiftly danced, deflecting Gongsun Ren’s Wu Yue Hooks with a "clang," the sound of metal clashing echoed in the air.

Yang Feng tightly gripped his saber, cooperating seamlessly with Xiang Kun. Yang Feng executed the "Raging Wind Saber Technique," the saber wind howled, "whoosh whoosh" it sounded, each strike carrying immense power, slashing towards Tang Zihan.

Xiang Kun wielded an iron flute, performing a move called "Flute Sound Mind Disturbance," as the iron flute moved, it emitted a sharp whistle, disturbing the concentration of Tang Zihan and Xie Zhichuan. Under the siege of many, Tang Zihan and Xie Zhichuan appeared overwhelmed and found themselves in a fierce and tough battle.

They continuously employed their martial arts techniques, attempting to fend off their assaults, but facing such formidable opponents, their pressure grew, the situation became more critical.

Shi Feiyang and the heroes of the Heroic Sakura Association had long anticipated that Zhong Renwang would use Fan Chang as a pawn, but to win over Fan Chang, Shi Feiyang deliberately delayed his intervention, allowing Fan Chang to be injured first, then stepping in to save him.

At this moment, Shi Feiyang flew over.

Xie Zhichuan was taken aback, having been repeatedly defeated by Shi Feiyang, both his hatred and courage had faded completely.

A moment of distraction and he was struck on the shoulder by Xiao Lingling’s blade, letting out a cry of "Ah!", then kicked by Gongsun Ren, falling in front of Shi Feiyang. Tang Zihan, terrified, cried out in panic: "I surrender! Spare me! Spare me!" so frightened he threw down his sword and knelt on the ground.

Shi Feiyang looked stern, his gaze penetrating, exuding a natural authority, he steadily faced Tang Zihan and Xie Zhichuan, his voice low yet carrying undeniable power: "Tang Zihan, Xie Zhichuan, write down Zhong Renwang’s hiding place immediately, and reveal the whole conspiracy of poisoning Elder Martial Artist Fan Chang."

Upon hearing the command, Shi Xiong quickly led some competent disciples from the Heroic Sakura Association, hurriedly gathered over.

They respectfully placed the Four Treasures of the Study before Tang Zihan and Xie Zhichuan, and steadily positioned the table and chairs.

A sharpness flickered in Shi Feiyang’s eyes as he tightly focused on the two men, emphasizing once again: "Write separately, if your statements do not match, don’t blame me, Shi Feiyang, for being merciless, I will surely sever your hands."

Tang Zihan and Xie Zhichuan turned as pale as paper, their bodies trembling uncontrollably like falling leaves in the autumn wind.

They knew well that Shi Feiyang meant what he said, not daring to delay even a moment, with trembling hands, they picked up the calligraphy brush and began writing furiously.

The brush scraped over the paper, making a "squeaking" sound, as if voicing their internal terror.