"You people... really deserve to die. Just a little hard to wipe out completely. Kill the grandson, and the father comes. Kill the father, and someone even older comes... heh!"
Lian Youming spoke with a chuckle and turned sideways.
The figure hanging from the iron staff let out a shrill howl and swung his single arm. While he was still in midair, the iron staff beneath him swept up with a whoosh. Its shadow cleaved downward with earth-shattering force, narrowly brushing the clothes over Lian Youming's chest before striking the mountain steps.
Bang!
The staff's tip struck with greater force than a heavy hammer, sending shattered stones flying like bullets.
The Shaolin Temple's Mad Demon Staff Technique.
Holding his sword in his right hand, Lian Youming casually deflected the flying stones as he raced up the steps, sensing the movements in the surrounding mountain woods.
As he advanced, the four figures ahead retreated step by step in an encircling formation.
Behind him, the expert wielding the iron staff had already leaped in pursuit. The long staff spun and coiled like a black dragon, whipping up howling winds like the wails of ghosts and wolves. Sweeping and thrusting, it carried tremendous force.
The four others were in no hurry to attack. They seemed more intent on cutting off Lian Youming's retreat, clearly wary of him.
His earlier feat of killing three men with his sword in the blink of an eye had simply been too astonishing. Though his sword moves contained no profound variations, he had reduced complexity to simplicity, showing every sign of returning to the original simplicity.
Kung fu was the way of attack and defense.
As for this "attack," training methods provided the foundation, while moves were, at most, merely outward forms. What one truly pursued, to put