Mad Saber Three Stacks Wave

"Then you want my Yu Family's Classified martial arts?" Junior Sister Yu asked again.

"Not really. I understand the principle that trying to chew more than you can swallow will only leave you choking. I already have Mad Saber Three Stacks Wave, so why waste the effort and time learning another Classified martial art?"

"Then what exactly do you want?" Junior Sister Yu was nearly fuming. This guy was so maddeningly evasive.

"Obviously, I want you... I want to become the Yu Family's son-in-law and become your husband, Junior Sister Yu!" the man said with brazen laughter.

After speaking, he narrowed his eyes and looked Junior Sister Yu up and down.

"You... Dong, you're making fun of me, aren't you? You really think one lousy saber technique will make me give myself to you? Dream on!"

Junior Sister Yu was furious. This Dong wanted to have his way with her and leave her with nothing. He must be dreaming.

Did he think she didn't know what he was planning?

If he got her and became a son-in-law of the Yu Family, he could enjoy the Yu Family's martial arts resources and Classified martial arts, and making money would be easy, too.

It was a win on all fronts. But she wasn't stupid. How could anything that good possibly happen?

"Junior Sister Yu, I'm informing you, not asking you to choose. You have no choice now."

The man surnamed Dong gave a faint smile, looking confident, as if victory were already in his grasp.

"What do you mean by that? You..."

Junior Sister Yu's expression turned grave as she pointed at him. Then she suddenly realized something was wrong.

Her whole body had suddenly gone weak. What was happening?

"Ke ke ke! You inhaled my Soft Muscle Powder. Just wait until you become my wife."

The man surnamed Dong gave a sinister laugh, then stepped forward and threw a punch.

Junior Sister Yu immediately drew her saber to block, but her arm was weak and moved too slowly. Before she could even draw her saber, his fist struck her in the chest.

She was sent flying and slammed into the wall, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"Dong... Dong Qiang, you're too despicable! Without the Soft Muscle Powder, you wouldn't be my match."

"I've trained Mad Saber Nine Forms to the third level, and I've also trained my family's Yu Family Saber Technique to the third level."

"In a fair fight, you'd never be my match."

Junior Sister Yu spoke through clenched teeth, despair showing on her face.

Dong Qiang sneered.

"I told you, trying to chew more than you can swallow will only leave you choking. What good did all that training do you?"

"In the martial world, success doesn't come from fighting and killing. It comes from knowing how to handle people. With an idiot's brains and no sense of caution like yours, you'd have died ten times over if you weren't the Third Miss of the Yu Family."

"Now, Junior Sister Yu, just sit back and enjoy yourself. You and I are made for each other. Together, we'll be an unstoppable pair..."

"Hmm? Who's there?"

Dong Qiang suddenly spotted an old beggar coming down the alley, walking toward them with a sorrowful expression.

"Please, kind sir, I haven't eaten in nine days. I'm starving to death. Could you spare me a little food?"

The old beggar hadn't managed to beg for any food all day, and he couldn't compete with his younger peers in the cutthroat begging business.

Seeing Dong Qiang in the alley, he instinctively begged him for food.

"I've got plenty of food. Whether you can stomach it is another matter." Dong Qiang gave him a sinister grin, drew his saber, and charged.

"M-Master, what are you going to do?"

"What do you think? Silence you, of course!"

The beggar wasn't stupid. He immediately turned and ran, and he was surprisingly fast. He didn't look like someone who'd gone three days without food.

The two chased each other around a corner and quickly disappeared from view.

Junior Sister Yu was just about to struggle to her feet and escape when she suddenly noticed a black-clad person wearing a bamboo hat and a face covering beside her.

"You are..."

Bam!

Zhao Han kicked her, sending her spitting blood once more.

He crouched and stared at her, lowering his voice to a muffled murmur.

"What's the connection between the Mad Saber Nine Forms and Mad Saber Three Stacks Wave? I'm quite interested."

"I-I didn't expect Dong Qiang to be the mantis stalking the cicada, with a little man waiting behind him to catch the oriole."

Junior Sister Yu didn't answer. Instead, she looked at him with disdain.

"What the hell are you acting so high and mighty for?"

Smack!

Zhao Han slapped her across the face, instantly swelling her right cheek.

Smack!

Then he slapped her again, swelling her left cheek, too.

"You... you dare hit me?"

"So what if I hit you? You talk so arrogantly and with such a shrill voice. Who else should I slap?"

Smack!

Another slap landed, instantly knocking some sense into Junior Sister Yu.

This man wasn't Dong Qiang.

Dong Qiang still had a use for her, so he wouldn't kill her. But this stranger might well kill her.

"Know your place now? If you don't want me to ruin your face, you'll tell me everything. Otherwise..."

Bam!

Zhao Han punched the wall, leaving a deep dent as cracks spread in every direction. The force behind his fist was plain to see.

"Muscle... a Muscle Refining Realm Martial Artist!" Junior Sister Yu exclaimed, eyes wide.

This man was too despicable. A Muscle Refining Realm Martial Artist was robbing someone in the Skin Refining Realm. Did he have no shame?

But faced with the terrifying Zhao Han, Junior Sister Yu had no choice. She slowly said, "Help me kill Dong Qiang. He should have Mad Saber Three Stacks Wave on him. Once you get it, I'll tell you the answer."

Zhao Han gave a cold laugh. "So you're not completely stupid. You want to use me as a weapon to kill him."

"But couldn't I capture Dong Qiang and make him talk? Why waste my breath on you?"

"Hmph. Dong Qiang doesn't know what's really important. He only knows I urgently need Mad Saber Three Stacks Wave." Junior Sister Yu was quite confident.

"Looks like I really will have to listen to you."

Just as he finished speaking, Dong Qiang came around the corner, covered in blood, and spotted Zhao Han.

The beggar was no match for a young man's speed. Dong Qiang had caught up with him and cut him down.

That was how it went for the lower classes in a world of cultivation. When faced with Martial Artists, all they could do was hide and run. Whether they lived or died depended on the Martial Artists' mood.

"What are you?" Dong Qiang demanded, eyes wide as he kept walking forward.

"The one who'll kill you!"

Zhao Han replied casually, then darted forward in a flash.

"So fast!"

"Mad Saber Three Stacks Wave!"

Seeing how fast Zhao Han was, Dong Qiang knew he'd run into an expert. He immediately used the Classified martial art he'd only recently begun practicing.

Mad Saber Three Stacks Wave surged like a storm tide, each wave stronger than the last, until the back wave swallowed the one before it!

Zhao Han wanted to feel out Mad Saber Three Stacks Wave, so he held back instead of using his full strength, letting Dong Qiang make his moves.

"Ha! Die! First Wave!"

Dong Qiang unleashed the First Wave with an imposing aura. Unfortunately, he hadn't mastered it yet. It had all the bluster, but none of the force.

"That's it?" Zhao Han scoffed and dodged the move with a backward kick.

"Fast—too fast! He saw through my move and dodged it. Could he be...?"

Dong Qiang was shocked. He knew his opponent was far stronger than him, and was most likely in the Muscle Refining Realm.

How could he fight that?

"Take my Second Wave!"

But Dong Qiang still struggled desperately. He forced out the even less practiced Second Wave. Just as he built up momentum and launched half the move, he turned and bolted.

"Not much to it!"

Zhao Han tilted his head, kicked off, and caught up to Dong Qiang in a few quick strides.

"Black Wolf Fist!"

Bam!

He threw a punch into Dong Qiang's back, knocking him face-first to the ground.

Dong Qiang lay prone, his entire body feeling as if it had been pounded with an iron hammer.

"Pfft!"

His back caved in slightly, countless ribs broke, and blood poured from his mouth.