Eight Directions Wind and Rain

"Crack, crack, crack..."

From over thirty feet away, a middle-aged scholar in a white robe emerged, clapping his hands.

The man had a gentle face and a composed demeanor.

It was as if this place wasn't a desolate wilderness, but a grand hall in a noble mansion.

"What exquisite swordsmanship! Originally, I, your humble servant, wasn't too interested in the Yuanling Swordplay Manual. I only made this trip out of curiosity.

After witnessing your swordplay, I realized I was mistaken.

To achieve such speed at such a young age is astonishing. No wonder Old Master Lu was once renowned throughout Tiannan. The Primal Spirit Swordplay is truly coveted; its fame is well-deserved."

If not for knowing this person had previously lurked in the bushes to launch a surprise attack with hidden weapons.

Lu Wu-bing would have almost mistakenly judged him as a rare, refined gentleman, a learned and elegant scholar.

Rumor had it that [Baicao Shusheng] had ruined the future of the Hundred Victory Marquis's second son, leading many to lament his fate. However, judging by his current actions, Lu Wu-bing felt this person probably wasn't wrongly accused but deserved his misfortune.

Lu Wu-bing shook his head, pointing his sword diagonally at the ground as he slowly walked forward. "The world says that [Baicao Shusheng] Duanmu Tong is astonishingly talented and nimble-fingered.

But I think your eyes are not only poor, but your brain isn't working too well either. You didn't even think to escape and instead boldly appeared before me."

The other party was too far away.

His cultivation wasn't enough to pursue him across thirty feet; he would likely be unable to catch him.

It would be easy for him to escape.

Once this person got away, the [Eyes] in the sky would remain, like maggots gnawing at his bones. He and Senior Sister would have no way to escape.

Moreover, Lu Wu-bing was absolutely certain this person must have some connection with Gu Dongting, the sect leader of the Eastern Sea Sword Sect.

He had won two matches so far.

As long as Gu Dongting wasn't a fool, seeing these results, he would undoubtedly come to pursue them himself.

Without eliminating their [Eyes], they would constantly be on the defensive. This battle was clearly lost.

Fortunately.

When he clashed with Lu Zhongkui, Tan Siwu, and the others earlier, he had held back and hadn't truly used the skilled level of [Inch Step], only employing it for small evasive maneuvers.

This [Baicao Shusheng], being cunning by nature, had been lurking nearby, secretly observing.

Everything he saw was not the reality.

This was their opportunity...

"You want to kill me? You're overthinking it."

Duanmu Tong burst into laughter.

"Your swordsmanship is strong, but your internal energy is still shallow, and your Qinggong and movement techniques are not worth mentioning. I can leave whenever I wish.

As for the two of you, when the experts of the Eastern Sea Sword Sect gather, how will you cope?"

"Oh?"

Lu Wu-bing paused his steps, continuing to advance, while mentally calculating the distance. Nine more feet.

As long as he got within three feet of the opponent, he could launch a surprise attack.

At that point, the initiative would be in his hands.

Under the perfected rapid sword technique, even with superior Qinggong, this person wouldn't be able to escape unscathed.

"Even if you can fight back with your swordsmanship, your Senior Sister is poisoned by the Paired Swallows' [Queen Bee Poison]. Even after the antidote, her muscles and bones will be weak for three days. How can she possibly escape pursuit?"

Duanmu Tong laughed heartily.

He completely ignored Lu Wu-bing's subtle attempts to close the distance.

"Listen to my advice. Sometimes, one must accept their fate. As long as you hand over the Yuanling Swordplay Manual, I will spare your life. I might even delay them for you, making it difficult for Gu Dongting to catch up. How about it?"

"How about not? You talk too much."

Seeing they were still five feet apart.

A smile suddenly appeared on Lu Wu-bing's lips. He brought his raised right foot down heavily, covering three feet in a single step, leaving a long afterimage as he rapidly closed the distance.

"Naive!"

Duanmu Tong's body moved like a puppet on strings, drifting backward diagonally.

Although not as swift and incomparable as Lu Wu-bing's [Inch Step]... it was more ethereal and graceful.

As expected, while drifting backward, he flicked his sleeves, and four dark shadows shot out with a "whoosh."

An attack had been launched.

They were four black swallows.

Some flew straight, others darted diagonally... chaotically drawing arcs, yet they somehow avoided colliding.

"Receive my move, Eight Directions Wind and Rain."

Amidst wild laughter, the four swallows that had flown to Lu Wu-bing's front, back, left, and right suddenly vibrated, splitting into eight swallows...

From eight directions, they simultaneously shot and slashed.

"Careful."

Only then did Ouyang Lan cry out in alarm, wanting to rush forward, but her internal energy was stagnant and useless.

Her eyes were filled with panic.

Man plots against the tiger, and the tiger plots against man.

Ouyang Lan had guessed that her junior brother had a hidden lightness skill, intending to catch Duanmu Tong off guard.

But she hadn't expected that he had the same plan.

The Paired Swallows hidden weapons flew silently, skillfully, and nimbly.

But they had a drawback: if too far away, they might miss.

This was true for all hidden weapons.

Heavy arrows and flying daggers could travel far, but they made a lot of noise and were easy to dodge.

If you wanted them to be light and easy for surprise attacks, hidden weapons couldn't be too heavy, and there had to be some compromise in their flight speed.

Especially for incredibly intricate hidden weapons like the Paired Swallows.

They were extremely light.

The swallow's beak was like a needle, and its wings were crafted like cicada wings.

Shot with a unique technique, they turned against the wind, flying in twists and turns, making them hard to defend against and block.

Therefore, the most suitable range for them was within a few yards.

Junior Brother thought he had succeeded, but instead, he had plunged into the net of hidden weapons.

What could be done?

As she was burning with anxiety, Ouyang Lan heard Lu Wu-bing's soft shout.

He took four steps in succession, his feet moving in a dance around him like flowers being arranged.

In an instant, his body turned in four directions, thrusting out eight swords.

Light and shadow flowed, and the figure in green, being shot at by eight flying swallows, seemed to split into four people, four faces, and eight arms.

Hummm...

Eight white, bright beams of light shot out almost simultaneously.

The flying swallows flew in response.

"This..."

"Four arms and eight heads, a thousand hands and a thousand eyes."

Watching the arms that trailed afterimages, Ouyang Lan's eyes filled with ecstatic joy.

She knew her junior brother's sword was fast, faster than she could imagine, faster than her common sense could comprehend.

But she never expected it to be this fast.

Drawing and sheathing his sword, his arms layered upon each other, only streaks of light could be seen as he thrust repeatedly. In an instant, she couldn't tell how many swords he had actually drawn.

Mastered swordplay, this was definitely mastered swordplay.

Even though it was just one move, it was countless times stronger than her own.

For the first time, Ouyang Lan felt no bitterness, her eyes welled up, and her heart was filled with excitement.

Eight swords drawn in an instant.

Eight flying swallows struck down.

What astonishing swordplay this was.

Lu Wu-bing only felt a slight swelling and a faint tearing pain in the Shaoyin Heart Meridian of his arm.

However, he didn't care at all. His body twisted like a light willow in the wind, and in a flash, he was within half a yard of Duanmu Tong.

"You fell for it."

As he heard a cold laugh, the first thing he saw was Duanmu Tong aiming at his left arm.

Within an inch, life and death hung by a thread.

Lu Wu-bing felt no joy or sorrow.

His foot turned, and like a chaotic electron, he changed from a direct charge to a diagonal path, stepping behind the large tree to his left.

The next moment, his body collapsed backward like a boneless snake, pressing close to the ground.

As expected.

As Lu Wu-bing dodged, Duanmu Tong's arm changed direction even faster.

Hummm...

A buzzing sound echoed in his ears, like the beating wings of a swarm of bees.

Amidst a series of "pfft pfft" sounds, Lu Wu-bing felt a rapid wind sweep through the air.

He lay on the ground, his eyebrows twitching uncontrollably...

He saw the tree he was hiding behind, a tree as thick as two people could embrace, riddled with dozens of small holes as if gnawed by insects and ants. A dense swarm of tiny, shimmering lights pierced through the tree trunk, flashing in the air.

They shot into the trees and grass behind him, sounding like rain hitting banana leaves, crackling and rustling.

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