A Blade This Soft—Who Could It Kill?!

Wind and Rain Pavilion stood beside Ten Li Long Street, an old-established restaurant of East Hall.

At this moment, by a window on the second floor.

Yamen Runners in red uniforms, sabers at their waists, watched the brutal slaughter on the street.

"Brother Zheng, should we go down and help Fang Xuan?"

One of the Yamen Runners frowned as he asked Yang Zheng.

"Help?"

Yang Zheng lifted his teacup, took a sip, and laughed. "Help with what? Wouldn't it be better for us to sit atop the mountain and watch the tigers fight, letting them both suffer?"

The Yamen Runner replied instinctively, "Brother Zheng, but isn't Fang Xuan one of our brothers? Didn't we agree to help him when he was in trouble?"

"Brother?"

Smack!

Yang Zheng flung the tea in his hand straight into the Yamen Runner's face and cursed with disdain, "What's a brother? When there's nothing going on, you'd stab both sides for him; when trouble comes, you stab your brother twice! That's what brothers are!"

"You've followed me for over half a year, and you still don't understand something this simple? No wonder you'll spend your whole life working under me, you idiot!"

The Yamen Runner wiped the tea from his face. Seeing Yang Zheng's displeased expression, he hurriedly forced a smile and apologized.

"Yes, yes, yes, Brother Zheng is right. I was only thinking that Fang Xuan is sharp and knows how to read the situation, so he's easier for us to use."

Yang Zheng glared at him. "Shut up! Remember this: if Fang Xuan wins, we'll take the men down to congratulate him. If he loses, then when anyone asks, you'll say Fang Xuan bullied merchants and tyrannized the streets, and that we'd long been preparing to make a move against him! As for Xie Han, he'll be a great hero who rid the people of harm!"

"Yes, yes, yes."

Elsewhere.

Twenty-Four Bridges Restaurant, the most extravagant restaurant in all of East of the City.

Inside a private room.

"Third Young Master, Old Man Yu is one of ours, and this Fang Xuan is Old Man Yu's trusted aide. Should we lend him a hand?"

An elderly man stood with his arms hanging at his sides and spoke respectfully.

Before him, a young master dressed in snow-white robes, his features handsome beyond compare, drank tea with lowered eyes as he calmly watched the hundreds of street thugs confronting one another below.

"Old Man Yu got aboard my ship because he used his life as a pledge of allegiance. Fang Xuan is merely a petty thug—does he think he can latch onto me that easily? Who does he take me for, the king of thugs?"

The young master shook his head, set down his teacup, and said indifferently.

"Watch for now. If Fang Xuan truly has some ability, go down later and tell him to come see me."

"Understood, Third Young Master."

At that moment.

Countless gazes turned toward Ten Li Long Street.

"Fang Xuan! They say you're the fiercest fighter among the Black Whale Gang's younger generation. Today, I'll see just how well you can fight!"

With a savage laugh, Xie Han stamped heavily on the ground and charged toward Fang Xuan, dragging his saber behind him!

Screech—!

The Horse Chopping Saber scraped across the ground, throwing up a long stream of sparks!

In the next instant, Xie Han leaped into the air and brought his saber down at Fang Xuan's head with both hands!

The howling wind carried a biting chill. This slash was enough to split an adult-height tree stump in two!

The countless East Hall and South Hall thugs who had been fighting all stopped unconsciously, their hearts pounding as they looked toward Fang Xuan and Xie Han.

The two of them practically represented the highest level beneath Entry Realm Martial Artists in the Black Whale Gang!

Everyone knew that their battle would decide the true victor between East Hall and South Hall today!

"Too slow."

A thick, powerful hand seized the Horse Chopping Saber as it came crashing down with overwhelming force.

Fang Xuan raised his head to look at Xie Han. Amid Xie Han's stunned gaze, his right leg lashed out like a Giant Axe and smashed viciously into Xie Han's waist and abdomen.

In an instant, Xie Han looked as though he had been struck by heavy artillery. His body bent into the shape of a shrimp, his eyes bulged, and he spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with countless chunks of shattered organs.

Boom!!!

Only then did the tremendous force in Fang Xuan's leg fully erupt against Xie Han's waist and abdomen. Xie Han flew sideways and slammed heavily into a wall along the long street, causing it to collapse with a thunderous crash.

"That kick—you kicked my brother like that just now, so I'm returning it to you the same way!"

Fang Xuan glanced at where Xie Han had crashed amid the billowing dust and said contemptuously.

"And do you know? My brother One Line Sky hates it most when people say his eyes are small. Of course, I'm the exception."

At the tea stall, One Line Sky clutched his waist as he struggled to rise from the haystack. Hearing that, he felt both touched and aggrieved.

His mother's—

One Line Sky was the name Fang Xuan had given him!

Swish!

Just then, two flashes of cold light streaked through the night sky!

A figure burst out from the second floor, wielding two long, narrow blades as he slashed fiercely at Fang Xuan!

"Not good!"

"Brother Xuan! Watch out!!"

"His mother's—Yu Zifu, West Hall's top fighter, actually launched a sneak attack!"

In an instant, Big Eyes, One Line Sky, and the others saw this and were so enraged their eyes nearly split apart.

South Hall and West Hall had always been close, but no one had expected West Hall to disregard the rules of the martial world so completely and send their top fighter, Yu Zifu, to ambush him!

Clang! Clang!

Two sounds of metal striking metal rang out, as though those two long, narrow blades had struck a wall forged from molten iron!

Yu Zifu, with his long, narrow face, first glanced at the blades that had cut through Fang Xuan's clothes yet sunk no more than a fraction of an inch into his flesh. Then he lifted his head again in astonishment and stared blankly at the broad, towering Fang Xuan.

"A blade this soft—who do you think it could kill?!"

A low, savage laugh rang out.

Then Yu Zifu saw Fang Xuan turn around, bare his teeth, and reveal a face twisted in a ferocious grin.

"Fang—" His face filled with terror as he tried to speak.

Boom—!!!

A massive fist had already crashed into his chest like a heavy cannon!

Crack!

In that instant, every one of Yu Zifu's ribs shattered. His chest caved inward, while an enormous, distinct fist mark bulged from his back!

It was as if he had been struck head-on by a war chariot. He shot high into the air and crashed into the second floor of a restaurant.

In an instant, all of Ten Li Long Street fell so silent that one could hear a needle drop.

Whether they were East Hall or South Hall thugs, all of them stood with mouths agape, staring blankly at that tall, imposing figure.

Two moves!

He had crippled the strongest fighters of South Hall and West Hall!

Inside restaurants such as Wind and Rain Pavilion and Twenty-Four Bridges Restaurant, flashes of interest crossed countless eyes.

How could flesh and blood withstand sharp weapons?

That slash had clearly been aimed at gutting him alive!

"Fang Xuan has probably entered the realm."

At once, everyone with even a little knowledge of martial arts narrowed their eyes.

"Brother Zheng! Should we go congratulate him now?"

The Yamen Runner who had spoken earlier hurriedly looked at Yang Zheng.

Yang Zheng was just about to speak.

"Fang Xuan!!!"

A shrill roar suddenly rang out from the collapsed ruins where Xie Han lay.

Sounds like the rasping breaths of a wild beast came from within the dust-filled ruins.

"Hmm?"

Fang Xuan frowned and looked toward the dust.

A breeze swept past, dispersing the dust that filled the air.

A monster like a mountain of flesh stepped out from the ruins of the collapsed wall, one step at a time!

The countless thugs all looked over in unspoken accord, and their hearts turned cold in an instant.

Th-this... what kind of monster was that?!