Chapter 193 Little Iron Shirt
Chapter 193 Little Iron Shirt (Happy Mid-Autumn Festival)
On the ring, the flashes of swords and sabers were blowing towards the scarred man like a heavy rain. He only relied on the "black iron pipe" in his hand, dancing wildly, to defend himself perfectly and not be at a disadvantage at all. This man had profound martial arts skills and had some knowledge of Shaolin stick techniques.
The bird-beak gun was also an extraordinary object. It was made of fine iron and was extremely hard. When it was chopped by a sword or a knife, it would only leave a crack.
In a one-on-one fight, none of the six guest officials of the Ning Mansion can defeat this man.
"Attack him from three directions!"
The short and strong man called out to his companions loudly, but the next second, his sword stabbed from bottom to top.
"little tricks!"
The scarred man sneered and swept the iron pipe to the middle. The long sword that was stabbing at the chest was deflected by the huge force. The opponent failed to cheat and instead left himself wide open, revealing a rare flaw.
The duel between masters is naturally not like the one between the two weirdos who used the 'Broken Waves Sword Technique' and the 'Futian Sword Technique'. Sometimes a small flaw can decide the outcome, life or death.
"die!"
The scarred man roared, took three steps forward, and struggled to hand over the clarinet.
The slender "bird's beak" pierced straight into the chest of the short and strong man. When it was pulled out, blood and broken internal organs fell to the ground with a "splash".
"Cuckoo..."
The short and strong man fell down, and the blood in his body seemed to have found a valve and gushed out wildly, soon dyeing most of the ring red.
Six against one, the opponent was unharmed, but one of our side was killed.
Seeing this, the five men's eyes turned red and they attacked the scarred man together.
"Kill him and avenge Brother Duan!"
"Kill!"
……
The scarred man remained unmoved and handled the situation with ease.
He practiced some kind of external martial arts similar to "Iron Shirt". His muscles were solid and his skin was as white as tree bark. When a knife chopped him, it could only leave a shallow wound, or he was even directly bounced away by his internal force.
As for the five guests, if they were even slightly hit by the iron pipe, they would at least be seriously injured.
Seeing that the assassination attempt had failed, the scarred man tried to escape several times, but was held back each time. The two sides were once again deadlocked.
At this moment, a man in purple robe landed on the stage.
"Get out!"
"Miss Zizhu?"
"Your Highness has ordered that we keep the prisoners alive."
"Miss Zizhu, this person is extremely difficult to deal with."
"Leave him to me, and you go and guard His Highness."
"Yes!"
The five people were a little reluctant but had to retreat. She was the person that King Ning trusted the most and her status was much higher than that of ordinary guests, so she could naturally give them orders.
The woman was wearing a purple gown, with her black hair fluttering in the wind. She had long slender hands and white wrists as white as snow, but her five fingers were stained with blood and minced meat, and she looked like someone who was not to be trifled with.
"You have cultivated both internal and external skills, and have made great achievements. Your martial arts skills are not easy to come by. His Royal Highness Prince Ning is a man who values talent. If you can tell me the mastermind behind the scenes, not only will you be spared, but you can also work in Prince Ning's mansion."
There is a saying in the martial arts world: It is better to encounter swords, spears, and axes than to encounter palms, claws, fingers, and fists.
Those who dare to fight with bare hands are usually extremely skilled in martial arts and have the confidence to do so. They are more difficult to deal with than those who use weapons.
The scarred burly man looked at the purple-shirted woman. Her bright red five fingers were like claws and hooks. Just looking at them made him feel as if his throat was being strangled. He knew that he had met a master from Prince Ning's Mansion. He shook his head and said, "I am doomed to die. I am just living day by day. You don't have to waste your efforts. Use all your strength, or you will say that I won unfairly."
"Okay! As you wish."
Zizhu raised his hands, his five fingers formed into claws, and with a gust of cold wind, he instantly moved in front of him, stretched out his right claw, and stretched straight towards the opponent's neck.
Crushing the throat is the only way she likes to kill people.
"No wonder King Ning failed since he has such a master by his side." The scarred man looked solemn and focused. Suddenly he grabbed the iron-mouthed gun and stabbed to the left, causing the approaching purple shadow to pause and take a half step back to avoid the heavy blow with a strong force.
"You have a good eye. Don't blame the six of them for not being able to take you down alone."
Zizhu sneered, raised his right hand, and grabbed the bird-beak gun that passed by him.
The two sides started fighting. Although she looked weak, her hands were extremely powerful. Her five fingers hooked into a grip on the muzzle of the musket like a pair of pliers. The scarred man exerted force with both hands, swaying left and right, but he couldn't snatch it away for a while.
In fact, upon closer inspection, the woman's body swayed slightly with each struggle, as if she was hanging on a bird-beak gun. It seemed like she was fighting one palm against two palms, but in fact the purple-shirted woman used all her body's strength, plus her cleverness, to compete with her opponent.
Half of his Kung Fu skills are based on this carefully crafted bird-beak gun, so he will naturally not give up his weapon easily and compete with the opponent in Kung Fu. Isn't that using his own weakness to defeat the enemy's strength?
At this moment, the purple-shirted woman's left hand instantly placed on the scarred man's back.
"Still not letting go?"
The scarred man didn't care much. He had practiced the "Little Iron Shirt" and his back was the hardest among all the muscles in his body, so it couldn't be easily scratched by swords or knives.
She was now using all her strength to fight with him for the bird-beak gun, and it was impossible for her to break through the defense of the "Little Iron Shirt".
Zizhu found that the piece of flesh he was holding was gradually hardening, like the bark of a century-old tree.
She chuckled and said, "So you have something to rely on?"
The scarred man only felt that her five fingers became extremely cold, as if there was a trace of Yin energy invading his flesh and skin, drilling in and out like an earthworm, and the strength that maintained his hard work was quickly dissipated.
"not good!"
The scarred man was about to let go and step back, but it was too late.
"what!"
Followed by the tragic wails.
The purple-clothed woman formed her five fingers into claws and grabbed the flesh on his back, tearing it off along with the pieces of clothes like peeling fish scales. In the blink of an eye, blood gushed out like a waterfall. It was a horrible sight.
"You really won't cry until you see the coffin?"
She chuckled and looked at the object in her hand. There was nearly half a pound of meat wrapped in the cloth, and blood was dripping down.
The scarred man lost his weapon and was seriously injured. He barely used his "small iron shirt" to temporarily stop the bleeding on the bowl-sized wound on his back. However, facing the approach of the purple-shirted woman, he no longer had much strength to fight back.
"That's it. I finally don't have to work hard for others anymore."
He looked around. Except for a few sporadic battles, most of the assassins were either dead or escaped. The operation failed, and they would probably not have a good ending if they returned, and would also implicate their families. Thinking of this, he suddenly lost the will to fight.
The purple-shirted woman walked up to the scarred man, raised her right hand, and pressed her blood-stained fingers on his head.
"With such a skill and such a beautiful head, don't you think it's a pity to use it as a training tool for me?"
The scarred man knelt on the ground, sighed, and seemed to let himself be dealt with.
The purple-shirted woman said coldly: "Tell me who is behind this, and I will spare your life!"
The scarred man raised his head, glared at her, and cursed, "You bitch, if you want to kill me, do it quickly. I'm tired of living."
"court death!"
The purple-clothed woman was about to kill when she suddenly saw two golden lights shooting towards her eyes. She quickly turned around and dodged.
"There are assassins lying in ambush?"
The black-robed man wearing a golden mask leaped onto the stage and threw another bunch of golden needles at her in the air, forcing the purple-robed woman to roll off the stage in a very embarrassed manner.
"go!"
The man in black robe and mask helped the scarred man who fell to the ground, got off the ring, and ran away, where two horses had already been parked.
In a flash, a cloud of dust rose on the official road.
"hateful!"
The purple-clothed woman got up from the ground and looked at the four or five red spots on her shoulders. She felt extremely painful and her eyes were filled with anger.
(End of this chapter)