novelraw Chapter 112
Chapter 112
“Who is it?!”
“There’s someone over there!”
“Enemy attack! Enemy attack!”
The hidden sentries that Song Minshu had arranged within the hall finally proved their worth.
Although the patrol teams at the gates and in the inner hall had been silently taken out one after another, at the very moment those men were struck down, the Inner Disciples concealed in the shadows sensed that something was wrong. They shouted out, exposing the enemy’s movements.
All the hidden sentries were instantly roused.
Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!!
Sharp, urgent gongs rang out from every direction.
“Enemy attack!”
“The enemy has invaded the main hall!”“Everyone! Grab your weapons!”
Just as more than twenty black-clad figures slipped into the hall from outside, they were startled into halting by the sudden uproar.
Then a furious shout rang out.
“Song Minshu isn’t here!”
“There’s only one helm leader in the hall. They’re no match for us!”
“Kill!!”
The twenty-odd black-clad men steadied their gazes. Killing intent surged like a tide as they charged at the Inner Disciples rushing out from their rooms.
Slash!
The Yulong Gang’s Inner Disciples had only just been jolted awake and had grabbed their weapons in haste. How could they possibly withstand these prepared quasi-martial artists?
The leader appeared to be a formal martial artist with astonishing strength. At the first exchange, several disciples were cut down. Blood splashed like water.
The attackers pressed forward with unstoppable momentum!
Those who had vaulted into the hall first to assassinate the night-duty disciples were also martial artists. Now they abandoned stealth entirely and began slaughtering openly.
One by one, they stormed into the courtyards of the Inner Disciples.
In the blink of an eye, seven or eight more fell beneath their blades.
It had all happened too quickly.
By the time Su Wangchuan reached the eaves of the inner hall, he saw chaos within—men cut down, bodies strewn everywhere.
“Four… five… six martial artists. At least two of them are first-rank.”
“Twenty to thirty quasi-martial artists.”
“Damn it!”
“Song Minshu, you bastard. You had better not actually be sleeping with some girl!”
He cursed inwardly. He knew that the moment he drew his bow, he would become a target of all arrows—the primary objective for the Qingyi Sect. Yet as more and more of his gang brothers were cut down, he could not endure it any longer.
He nocked an arrow and aimed at a first-rank martial artist wielding a steel saber.
The man wore a black face covering. His saber technique was swift and vicious. In the firelight, flashes of silver blade were accompanied by blooming sprays of blood, exuding the aura of a man who would slay gods and Buddhas alike. Seven or eight Inner Disciples already lay around him, groaning and screaming.
The Inner Disciples before him had been slaughtered to the point that their hands trembled too violently to grip their weapons. Their faces were pale as they retreated step by step.
“Hmph!”
“Yulong Gang!”
“A pack of trash like you dares monopolize these waters? All of you, die!”
The masked saber-wielder laughed harshly and lunged again—
TWANG!
At that very instant, Su Wangchuan acted without hesitation.
From the darkness, an Armor-Piercing Arrow shot forth.
Amid the chaos, no one noticed his attack.
The masked saber-wielder jerked as if struck by lightning. His pupils instantly filled with blood and dilated. His forward momentum faltered, and he toppled headlong, crashing heavily to the ground. The arrow shaft protruded from his lower back, stained red.
“Urgh!!”
The man was tough. Even lying on the ground, he stared at the Armor-Piercing Arrow that had punched through him, reached back, and yanked it out. Blood gushed like a fountain.
“Damn it! Someone’s firing cold arrows!”
His mouth full of blood, he shouted a warning.
But Su Wangchuan had already shifted his aim and loosed a second arrow.
Another first-rank martial artist, holding an ordinary Hundredfold Steel Longsword, was charging toward a cluster of Yulong Gang Inner Disciples. His movements were agile as he evaded saber strikes and thrust his blade rapidly.
One sword, one life.
No one before him could survive even a single exchange.
The arrow came whistling toward him.
The man’s ear twitched slightly. In a strange, almost eerie motion, he twisted aside. The Armor-Piercing Arrow grazed his cheek, leaving only a thin line of blood.
“Iron-Reinforced Bow. Armor-Piercing Arrow. The branch helm leader of the Yulong Gang—Su Wangchuan.”
He turned his head and locked onto the shadowy figure atop the roof, bow drawn in a steady stance. Recognizing him, he suddenly lunged forward. Abandoning the disciples before him, he covered three to four meters in a single step, sprinting up the wall and running across the eaves with fluid ease, landing decisively upon the rooftop.
TWANG!
Su Wangchuan was no slower.
An arrow shot toward the man’s face.
He sidestepped like lightning.
The arrow skimmed past his hair, drawing another faint line of blood.
TWANG!
When Su Wangchuan loosed the third arrow, the swordsman was already dashing across the tiles at incredible speed.
Su Wangchuan’s heart sank. This man’s footwork was formidable.
He cast aside the Iron-Reinforced Bow. With light, rapid steps, he retreated seven or eight meters. The Hundredfold Steel Saber was already in his hand.
The swordsman charged forward, glancing at the bow lying on the tiles. A cold smile tugged at his lips.
“A poor brat from Blackstone Village should have stayed in his village hunting. Why meddle in the Jianghu?”
In his eyes, the moment Su Wangchuan abandoned the bow—his strongest weapon—he was already a dead man.
However—
Just as the swordsman closed to within arm’s reach, Su Wangchuan suddenly flicked his wrist.
WHOOSH!
The air split sharply.
《Heart-Piercing Dart》.
At such close range—
The swordsman had no time to react.
He had not expected that, aside from Hundred Paces Piercing the Poplar, his opponent also wielded throwing darts. He saw only a flash of cold light before his pupils dilated.
Thud!
The Hundredfold Steel throwing knife sank straight into his brow.
His body shuddered. His head tilted to one side. He fell backward, tumbling off the rooftop and rolling down the tiles.
“The hall master is dead!!”
Several Qingyi Sect disciples watched in horror as the swordsman died with a dart in his brow. A chill crept into their bones, and their morale plummeted.
“Retreat!”
At that moment, the first-rank martial artist who had been pierced through the lower back had already been hacked to death by Yulong Gang disciples amid a storm of blades.
Both of the Qingyi Sect’s first-rank martial artists were dead.
The remaining four martial artists shot resentful glances at the rooftop but did not dare charge up.
“Break through!”
“Fight our way out!”
The two first-rank martial artists who had led the raid were both dead. The team had suffered heavy losses. The mission to destroy the Yulong Gang’s hall could no longer continue.
Moreover, they had no confidence that they could eliminate Su Wangchuan before reinforcements from Huishui County’s authorities arrived. They had no choice but to withdraw.
“The Helm Leader is mighty!”
“The Helm Leader is still here!”
“Brothers! Kill!”
“Slaughter the invaders!”
Su Wangchuan turned and picked up the Iron-Reinforced Bow, drawing it once more.
At that very moment, he suddenly heard a surge of sounds cutting through the air. Then he saw numerous torches flare to life outside the hall and along the dock.
Reinforcements had arrived.
More than a hundred Yulong Gang disciples sped in on fast boats.
Large numbers of Outer Disciples poured in from two directions along the dock, encircling the hall.
In an instant, the hall and dock were packed with people.
He Haisheng, Lin Xun, Qin Ming, and Fang Kui led Song Minshu, Constable Wu, and Constable Yu at the front, intercepting all who attempted to break out of the hall.
Under dozens of flashing throwing knives, half of the Qingyi Sect disciples were instantly cut down.
The four remaining martial artists desperately swung their blades to block, yet they were still struck by darts, one after another. Wounded and bleeding, they lost any ability to break through.
Yang Feiyue stepped forward from the crowd. His stride was steady, his gaze sharp and profound. A powerful aura of cold confidence radiated from him.
“Yang Feiyue is here! Those who wish to live, lay down your weapons. Otherwise—kill without mercy!”
A group of Inner Hall disciples surged out with sabers in hand. All were wounded, and all wore ferocious expressions.
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