The Clown

Murong Fu made a sudden move, but it did not catch Xu Zhu off guard.

The flowing swordsmanship, once unleashed, was infused with Murong Fu's profound internal energy.

The sword's gleam was cold and chilling, sending shivers down one's spine.

Xu Zhu, however, stood there swaggering around.

With just a slight forward thrust, the sword could pierce his chest.

The Four Swords of Plum, Orchid, Bamboo, and Chrysanthemum, terrified the flower, turning its face pale.

"Watch out!"

The sword tip was less than an inch from Xu Zhu's chest, and Murong Fu couldn't help but reveal a sinister smile.

He was quite pleased with himself.

I need to show off my skills and teach these people a lesson.

The sword wind had already pierced Xu Zhu's brocade robe, causing a slight indentation.

Xu Zhu remained calm and gently extended his left hand.

My little finger lightly touched Murong Fu's right Taiyuan Acupoint.

Murong Fu felt a numbness in his hand. Before he could react and channel his inner energy back into it, he couldn't help but let go of his hand.

Xu Zhu took the sword hilt from Murong Fu's hand.

This left everyone bewildered.

Only Ji Boying could see clearly that this was the Tianshan Plum Folding Hand.

It may seem ordinary, but it is actually quite ingenious.

Even those who have witnessed the Tianshan Child Elder's moves wouldn't be able to understand the intricacies of this.

Moreover, Xu Zhu's light tap with his little finger contained the internal energy of his extremely powerful Minor Formless Skill.

Xu Zhu's internal strength is terrifying. Even if Murong Fu himself has twenty years of internal strength and Murong Bo has passed on his skills, his internal strength after depletion is still only a fraction of Xu Zhu's.

Therefore, he took the sword away so easily, as if he were playing with a child.

In everyone's eyes, it was as if Murong Fu was about to stab the little monk to death, but at the critical moment he suddenly stopped, without harming Xu Zhu in the slightest, and then used a wonderful method that no one could understand to put the sword into Xu Zhu's hand.

While people are amazed by Murong Fu's superb martial arts skills, they simply don't understand what he's doing.

"Young Master Murong, what's going on here? Is this monk your friend?"

"Island Master Yun asked in confusion."

Murong Fu was still in shock and had just come to his senses.

Murong Fu himself knew what was going on, and was inevitably alarmed.

"Young Master Murong, let's stop here."

Xu Zhu politely returned the sword to Murong Fu's hand.

But this only made Murong Fu feel more humiliated.

He has practiced martial arts for over twenty years and considers himself unparalleled in the martial arts world.

However, I have been running into obstacles repeatedly lately.

It's one thing if I can't beat Xiao Feng, but how could I possibly be unable to beat this ugly monk!

I've seen how stupid and clumsy that ugly monk was before!

Even if he gets the opportunity to rival me, that would be fine.

But he received his father's final gift: decades of internal energy that even Xiao Feng didn't possess!

How could this kid be so strong?

He's too young to have such an advantage!

He was able to acquire such strength only because he received his father's teachings.

Martial arts masters like my father are few and far between in this martial arts world. Although he couldn't beat Xiao Feng, my father said before he died that Xiao Feng was different.

His strength is comparable to that of the older generation of grandmasters.

That's why I listened to my father and gave up using martial arts to deal with Xiao Feng, and that's why I wanted to capture my cousin and use other means.

This young monk wasn't some exceptionally talented person. Even if he had stumbled upon a master who passed on his skills to him, it would have taken at least four or five masters like his father to give up their skills and their lives.

But what merits does this little monk possess that makes so many masters give him their life's work?

It's uncertain whether there are even five or six such masters in the world.

Whenever there is a need to pass on skills, there will always be losses.

Murong Bo and Murong Fu are father and son, sharing the same mind and origins, thus minimizing the loss.

Therefore, Murong Fu felt that unless four or five peerless masters like his father passed on their skills to this young monk, he would not be able to develop skills stronger than his own.

Murong Fu was unaware of the secrets of the Xiaoyao School's martial arts, nor did he understand the profound mysteries of the Northern Darkness Divine Skill. Naturally, he did not know that their method of transferring power consumed very little energy.

How many grandmasters are there in the world? Is this little monk some kind of God's favorite son? Absolutely not.

Thinking of this, Murong Fu felt a surge of heroic spirit.

That little monk must have just stumbled upon a stroke of incredible luck.

If he really wanted to take my sword, why did he return it to me after taking it?

He must have just stumbled upon it by chance, he was just lucky.

"Kid, take two more of my moves!"

The longsword thrust forward, even faster than before.

He was determined to pierce Xu Zhu's throat with a single sword strike and end his life.

While he said he would take a few more moves, he actually wanted to kill Xu Zhu cleanly and decisively to show off his power.

Xu Zhu was greatly alarmed.

"Young Master Murong, what are you doing?"

Young Master Murong is skilled in both literature and martial arts, and possesses exceptional intelligence. Can't he see my intentions? Why are you so out of touch with reality?

My actions just now should have made him see the difference in skill between us.

He was clearly no match for him, much less for Great Hero Ji.

Why aren't you backing down? Why not quit while you're ahead and run?

Xu Zhu couldn't understand it.

But this sword was about to pierce his throat.

In desperation, Xu Zhu circulated all his internal energy.

The pure and profound Northern Darkness True Qi covered his entire body, forming a thin layer of air film at his throat.

Even this thin layer of air made it difficult for Murong Fu's longsword to advance.

It pressed against the skin of Xu Zhu's throat.

Murong Fu gritted his teeth and thrust forward with all his might.

However, he was still helpless against Xu Zhu, and the tip of the sword slid from Xu Zhu's throat to his side.

The longsword slipped, Murong Fu was shocked. Fortunately, he was skilled in martial arts and reacted very quickly.

He immediately changed his attack to a slash, and with a few quick strokes, he cut Xu Zhu's ribs several times.

These few blows only cut a few slits in Xu Zhu's clothes, without harming Xu Zhu in the slightest.

Murong Fu was both surprised and frightened, and launched a series of attacks.

Xu Zhu looked at his clothes, which had several large tears. With so many women in the room, even though he had already broken his vows, he couldn't help but feel shy.

He quickly shifted his feet to dodge.

With a casual slap, he struck Murong Fu's sword, Murong Fu felt a powerful force strike him, almost causing the sword to slip from his grasp.

He absolutely refused to let out another humiliating roar, his face turning red as he strained to muster all his inner strength.

Finally, it managed to grip the longsword tightly, preventing it from slipping from its hand, but its own attack direction also deviated.

He stumbled a couple of steps and bumped into a stone pillar.

With a hiss, the longsword pierced half a foot into the ground.

This stone pillar was originally made of extremely hard granite, yet this thin longsword could pierce it half a foot deep, which shows how profound Murong Fu's internal strength was.

The crowd couldn't help but cheer again.

They didn't know that this was because Murong Fu only practiced sword techniques and not Sword Qi. If it were Zhuo Bufan, he could have pierced the sword a foot deep. If Zhuo Bufan had Murong Fu's profound internal strength, he could have pierced the sword all the way to the hilt.

Although everyone was cheering, Murong Fu knew only his own situation.

Holding his breath and without saying a word, he quickly pulled his longsword back from the stone pillar, turned around, and roared at Xu Zhu.

"Little monk, don't hide!"

It was truly awe-inspiring.

Murong Fu displayed profound internal strength and superb skills in his several moves.

This greatly boosted the confidence of the assembled heroes, and some finally couldn't resist expressing their loyalty.

Murong Fu, sword in hand, charged at Xu Zhu again.

Just as Xu Zhu was about to make a move, he heard a cold chuckle from beside him.

"Monk, prepare to die!"

A woman sneered twice, and as soon as she finished speaking, two sharp white lights flew towards Xu Zhu.

Why are you getting involved in their fight?

Ji Boying viewed their fight as a farce.

However, some people, thinking themselves clever, failed to recognize their place and spoiled Ji Boying's mood.

Ji Boying made a grasping motion with one hand towards the open space.

Two beams of white light froze in mid-air.

Only then did I realize that they were two throwing knives.

The middle-aged woman in the light red dress couldn't help but break out in a sweat.

Her throwing knife skills are also very impressive; the thrown knives can be drawn back into her palm as if they were part of her arm, and she can operate them with great agility.

It can attack the enemy twice with a single release and withdrawal, and can continue to attack once it's in hand, creating a continuous and ingenious attack.

But the thrown knives were stuck in mid-air and couldn't move. No matter how hard she tried with her palms, she couldn't bring them back.

Ji Boying then raised his hand again.

The two throwing knives vanished from everyone's sight in an instant.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, who were staring at the two flying knives in mid-air, no one saw how the knives disappeared into thin air.

All that could be heard was a scream from the Hibiscus Fairy Cui Luhua.

When everyone turned around to look, they were all terrified.

The two throwing knives returned at incredible speed, embedding themselves in Cui Luhua's shoulders.

The flying knives launched by Hibiscus Fairy were surprise attacks that were incredibly swift. They carried two sharp white lights and looked extremely powerful. Ordinary people simply couldn't dodge them, let alone defend against them.

But this person easily countered, and without any apparent effort, he used the Hibiscus Fairy's flying knife to injure the Hibiscus Fairy herself.

Everyone was staring at the two throwing knives, but they still couldn't see them make a sound.

This is an extremely terrifying speed.

The group of heroes from the Thirty-Six Caves and Seventy-Two Islands, who had initially gained some confidence, were now sweating profusely and feeling cold.

While Murong Fu still appeared menacing on the surface, he was secretly sweating profusely.

Sweat soaked his chest and back.

No matter what he did, he couldn't do anything to Xu Zhu.

While dodging, Xu Zhu gently reached out and easily caught the trajectory of the longsword.

Without even seeing how much force he used, he lightly touched the sword with his finger, which made Murong Fu almost lose his grip on the sword, forcing him to use all his internal energy to suppress him.

After exchanging a few blows, Murong Fu was already filled with despair. He knew that this foolish boy hadn't just gotten lucky; his strength was truly far beyond his own.

How is this possible? How is this possible?

Murong Fu's swordplay had become chaotic, and he seemed somewhat resigned to his fate.

He slashed at Xu Zhu several times in a chaotic manner.

"Young Master Murong, let's stop here."

Xu Zhu chanted a Buddhist prayer and offered another word of advice.

He also noticed Ji Boying's intervention.

They dared not delay any longer, fearing that Ji Boying would be displeased and start a massacre.

At that time, I had no power to stop it!

Xu Zhu then stopped holding back.

Despite Murong Fu's relentless swinging of his iron sword, which wove a sharp net of swords in mid-air, Murong Fu continued to wield his sword.

Xu Zhu only extended his right hand.

He casually pushed it forward.

It seemed as if they were about to offer their own flesh and blood hands into this net of swords.

It looked like they were about to be separated from their flesh and blood, their bodies stained with blood.

Xu Zhu reached out and gently grabbed it.

The fierce sword net instantly lost its luster.

The iron sword froze in mid-air, its blade gently held between Xu Zhu's thumb and forefinger.

No matter how much Murong Fu tried to activate his internal energy.

The sword was held firmly in Xu Zhu's hand, as steady as a rock.

The heroes in the arena finally figured out the trick.

This little monk's kung fu is truly unfathomable.

Murong Fu isn't as strong as they imagined.

With another burst of strength, Xu Zhu snatched the longsword from Murong Fu's hand.

Even though Murong Fu gripped the sword hilt tightly with both hands, he still couldn't withstand Xu Zhu's two fingers.

In order to get rid of Murong Fu as soon as possible, Xu Zhu became less polite.

He snatched the iron sword from his hand and then threw it heavily at his feet.

Murong Fu's face turned extremely ugly.

The room fell completely silent.

Just then, someone suddenly shouted.

"Life and Death Talisman! Life and Death Talisman!"

Hearing those three words, everyone couldn't help but shudder.

I was just about to turn around and see who was yelling.

One of the Han Dynasty was already screaming in terror and rolling around on the ground.

"It itches so much! Help! Help me! Give me the antidote!"

The burly Han Dynasty was rolling around on the ground in a disheveled state.

He frantically scratched his body with both hands, leaving bloody scratches.

"Calm down, calm down."

His brother lunged at him, trying to stop his frantic brother from continuing to self-harm.

The Han Dynasty rolling around on the ground became increasingly frantic.

She suddenly tackled her brother, who was supporting her, to the ground.

It was barking incoherently like a mad dog.

She then bit her brother's hand in her mouth.

It was clear that his Life and Death Talisman had relapsed.

Duan Yu and the others were also terrified.

Duan Yu was also kind-hearted and couldn't bear to see such a scene.

He kept muttering to himself.

"What should we do? What should we do?"

Xu Zhu quickly ran to the person and squatted down!

He reached out and slapped the crazed man twice.

His internal energy has miraculous effects.

With the power of the Tianshan Six Yang Palm, the crazed man was subdued in an instant.

The man also spat out his brother's bloodied and mangled hand.

But the two brothers didn't have time to say anything else.

As if seeing a savior, she tightly grasped Xu Zhu's hand.

"Young brother, good brother, you can undo the Life and Death Talisman."

The people from the Thirty-Six Caves and Seventy-Two Islands all surrounded Xu Zhu in the center.

They laughed gleefully and showered each other with compliments.

"We're saved! We're saved!"

"Good brother, master, hero, please help me solve this problem first, please help me solve this problem first."

It became chaotic and noisy.

Surrounded by the crowd, Xu Zhu was overwhelmed and at a loss for what to do amidst their enthusiasm.

Murong Fu looked on dejectedly as the heroes who had just been flattering him now all went on to flatter Xu Zhu.

He glanced at Deng Baichuan behind him, who was still sitting expressionlessly next to the corpses of Feng Bo'e and Bao Butong.