Chapter 171: If you can’t kill him, then chop him to death
"Sir, we're here! This is it!"
"you sure?"
Jiang Bei, who had changed into a black robe and had even his messy stubble carefully trimmed, looked up at the villa in front of him, then looked down at the yamen runner in front of him.
"I am willing to guarantee with my life and property that the young man you are looking for will stay here."
The fast-scaffold constable in the Anqing government office bowed and nodded. He was a real local boss, and finding a young man with such obvious physical features was a piece of cake for him. How could he make a mistake?
“That person…”
The bailiff wanted to say something, but Jiang Bei suddenly raised his hand, and the bailiff tactfully shut his mouth, allowing the martial artist who had just broken through to listen quietly.
Although the lake breeze blew across the water, causing the waves to roll and hit the lakeshore, Jiang Bei could still hear the sound of wind breaking coming from the courtyard in front of him. That was the sound made when a long weapon was swung.
"Are you practicing your marksmanship?"
Listening to the noise coming from the courtyard and feeling the flow of the wind, Jiang Bei's face showed a twisted smile full of joy, which made the yamen runner who led the way for him shudder. He felt that the guy in front of him was like a ferocious beast in human skin, ready to move, grinding its teeth and sucking blood.
"You said you don't practice martial arts, but you want to deceive me with this?"
“My Lord!”
Jiang Bei's appearance at this moment was so abnormal that the yamen runner who had originally wanted to please the new superior was extremely regretful at this moment.
"You go down!"
"Yes, yes, I will leave right away, but please be careful, this is Anqing City, not the wilderness! Don't mess around."
Although he felt his whole body trembling, the yamen runner who led the way still gave a reminder and then ran away crawling. As for the young man in the villa, he could only hope for the best.
"Humph! You ignorant villain, I should be the one to take care of myself!"
After taking a look at the bailiff, Jiang Bei, who could no longer hold back, jumped over the wall and broke into the villa under the cover of night. Then he listened quietly to the increasingly shrill sound of breaking air, which was the wailing of the air.
"As expected, we are warriors. We just need to concentrate on practicing martial arts. Why would we take the imperial examinations? Once we have reached a certain level in martial arts, the government will be begging us to become officials!"
In just one day, Jiang Bei had already gained a rank and became a veritable lackey of the imperial court. He stood there and listened for a moment, then walked towards the direction where the sound came from.
Hearing the sound of water through the bamboos, he walked a few dozen steps and passed by a unique landscape. Then, a figure in golden armor jumped into his sight. However, the moment he saw the figure, Jiang Bei was stunned.
Because the person in front of him was not the young man in white wielding a spear as he had imagined, but a figure in golden armor waving a halberd, like a swimming dragon. However, judging by his large size, it seemed to be a young man wearing armor.
Zheng~
He had already come out from Feng Qing'an's belt, wielding the Tinghai Halberd in the night, and his Minglong Armor, like a flying dragon, stopped and looked at the strange man with a distorted expression on his face who had appeared at the edge of the courtyard.
"Master Feng, I have come here uninvited tonight, just to ask you for advice. I hope you will be generous in giving me some advice!"
Jiang Bei looked at the golden-armored figure looking at him, clasped his hands together, and after he finished speaking, because he had been rejected repeatedly by Feng Qingan during the day, he did not wait for the golden-armored figure to respond at this moment.
He took a step forward, as if a tiger was rushing down a mountain. He threw a straight punch, and the true energy tempered by the evil spirit turned into a real tiger head that roared out.
Roar!
Ming Longjia, who transformed into a human form to practice martial arts, suddenly had bright eyes. He grasped Tinghai's palm and pushed it into the ground, inserting the magic weapon into the soil. He did not hold any weapons, but just clenched his fists to greet this uninvited warrior.
"Hahaha, young master, you have great martial arts skills!"
Seeing that the golden-armored figure had dispersed his true energy with just a casual punch, Jiang Bei was not surprised but happy.
He was just testing this young man just now, testing whether he was qualified to be his opponent. Otherwise, it would be bad if he hurt him. After all, this was the capital city, not a place where he could act recklessly.
The result of this test surprised him greatly. Not only was this young man qualified to be his opponent, but the armor he wore was of extraordinary quality. This way, he could use his full strength without worrying about hurting the opponent.
Facing the warrior who was in high spirits and looked like a mad demon, Ming Longjia's response was a punch that fell like a landslide, which made Jiang Bei even more excited and he kept shouting strangely. However, after a few rounds of fighting, the warrior also realized the problem.
"Master Feng, you have a very high talent for martial arts and have mastered many boxing techniques. However, you seem to have never fought with others before. This is not a good habit for a martial artist. Only in fighting with a strong enemy can we integrate what we have learned."
Meeting a young warrior with great talent, but with a fatal flaw that shouldn't have appeared, Jiang Bei was excited about finding an opponent. He couldn't help but speak, and his mentoring side emerged. He actually started to instruct his opponent during the fight.
"Master Feng, the Thunder Fist can be used in more ways than just this. Your fist is too rigid. Look at mine!"
After another round, Jiang Bei could no longer control his mouth when he found that Ming Longjia actually used the boxing skills that he had practiced when he was young.
Although it is two levels stronger than the common boxing style, but having reached his level, he has his own unique insights into this seemingly ordinary boxing style.
Ming Longjia, who remained silent the whole time, watched and observed his opponent's every move. He listened to every word his opponent said without missing a word, and in the process of fighting with him, he made every word his own.
"Young Master's understanding is something I have never seen before!"
Ming Longjia's speed of absorption and transformation of the essence of boxing was far beyond Jiang Bei's expectations. After a few rounds, the warrior couldn't help but admire him, and then he began to curse.
"Who taught you martial arts, young master? It must be something of the lowest class. With such talent, if I were to teach you, you would at least be at the Primordial Realm."
Minglongjia still did not make any response, and only used his fists to fight with the warrior in front of him who was not holding any weapons. It absorbed everything related to martial arts and produced all kinds of new changes. Gradually, Jiangbei stopped speaking and gave instructions, because there was nothing to say.
“…”
At this moment, Jiang Bei was getting more and more excited as the fight went on, but also more and more introverted, because he found that just by fighting with martial arts, the extremely talented Young Master Feng in front of him went from being rigid and immature at first, to gradually becoming flexible and skilled.
The disciple is better than the master!
As a teacher, most people are extremely happy to see that the students they taught have surpassed them. However, if they see that someone they taught has surpassed them in less than half an hour, even those with the best mentality will find it difficult to maintain this state of mind.
"Are you kidding me, sir?"
After a collision of fists that roared like thunder, Jiang Bei's face turned pale, revealing annoyance and anger of being teased.
Because he was no match for his opponent who was using the same boxing techniques, his opponent had developed new variations based on what he had just taught him, which put him at a disadvantage in the confrontation.
But he knew that this was just his own impotent rage, because the opponent's fist still contained the essence of martial arts he had just described, and that fist also contained his understanding.
But this is exactly why he couldn't believe it and didn't want to believe it. Just one battle was able to absorb all his years of understanding. How could there be such a monster in the world?
"Sir, you don't want to answer? Are you looking down on me? Then don't blame me for being rude. I am not good at boxing. I am good at swordsmanship. Please hold the halberd!"
In order to save his last bit of face, the mentally unbalanced Jiang Bei retreated several feet in one step and stretched out his hand to grasp the hilt of the sword at his waist. His boxing skills were just what he practiced when he was young to strengthen his muscles and bones, but it was his sword skills that made him famous!
Holding a halberd?
Ming Longjia took a look at the Tinghai Halberd that was stuck into the mud and shook his head slowly. It was rare to meet a human who was willing to practice with him. It would be too much to kill him with one blow.
As for swordsmanship, it had also practiced it. Since this human was best at swordsmanship, it would just use swordsmanship to deal with it. It could also get some pointers on its swordsmanship. It benefited a lot from the essentials of boxing that he had just talked about.
Hmm? It's this yard, what a pity!
Ming Longjia looked at the place he chose to practice martial arts. He was able to control himself when swinging his halberd alone, but after fighting with others, although he remained restrained, the dissipated energy still tore all the bricks, stones, pavilions, bamboo forests and other landscapes within a radius of dozens of feet into pieces, leaving the place in a mess.
But it doesn't matter, it knows that its owner has plenty of money, and since it has been beaten like this, he doesn't care if the fight continues.
"What do you mean, sir?"
Jiang Bei's eyes were a little red at this moment, and the dark gray inner energy lingered around his body, as if it were real, making him look like an evil ghost coming out of the underworld.
Ming Longjia responded with action. It stretched out its hand and waved it lightly. A sword with dazzling cold light appeared in its hand. It was almost the same as the Yanling sword on Jiang Bei's waist.
This was one of the master's gains from the Water Palace's treasure house. It took one of each of the eighteen weapons except the halberd, all of which were used to practice techniques. In other words, the knife in its hand at this moment was just a practice knife.
"Sir, you want to compete with me in swordsmanship? Well, then let me see your swordsmanship!"
This was the area he was best at. In the fight of boxing, Jiang Bei, whose mentality had been broken, regained his confidence. He slowly drew out the knife from his waist, and an invisible but tangible unique power lingered in his body. This power made the broken bricks scattered under his feet slowly turn into powder, which turned into dust and drifted away with the wind.
"This is the sword intent that Jiang has comprehended after chopping waves on the river bank for ten years, Breaking Waves!"
At this moment, Jiang Bei's temperament was completely different from before, like a bloodthirsty mad sword drawn from its sheath.
"Please teach me, sir!"
The moment the words fell, a gully ten feet deep appeared from Jiang Bei's feet to Ming Long Jia. Amid the sparks that burst out, Ming Long Jia, who was concentrating on dealing with the situation, just swung his sword and was chopped away by the dark grey sword energy. In an instant, he passed through the forest and the courtyard, smashed into a house, and passed through it. He was stopped in time by a sudden snow-white wall, so he was not chopped out of the courtyard by the sword.
Pushing aside the rubble and broken beams that buried his body, Ming Longjia slowly sat up and looked down at his chest. Naturally, there was no trace left, but he knew that if he were a human, he would have been killed by that blow.
"what's on your mind?"
The young man, surrounded by the black and white wolves, walked out of the darkness and looked at the armor that was half buried in the ruins.
I lost!
Ming Longjia raised his head, and looked at Feng Qingan with his amber-like eyes, with a faint feeling of frustration appearing in his eyes.
"Then what?"
Feng Qing'an looked down at the armor. Even though this guy's behavior and actions were unorthodox in every sense, he always supported him and never stopped him.
"You were hacked to death by him? You can't stand up? Or do you not have the courage to hold the knife in your hand and chop at him again?"
After asking three questions in a row, Ming Longjia silently stood up from the ruins, clenched the knife in his hand, and walked along the gully he had smashed to the place where the battle had just taken place.
"I only have one request of you!"
Feng Qingan's voice sounded, and Ming Longjia's footsteps paused.
"Use all you have learned these days to chop that guy down for me. Don't hesitate. If you can't kill him, chop him to death. This villa is the place where you will fight. You don't need to hold back."
I won't let you down!
Ming Longjia took another step forward, his steps more firm than ever before, and a faint aura emerged, but very similar to that of Jiang Bei just now.
"Sen Miao, can you hold on?"
Seeing Ming Longjia going to look for his opponent, Feng Qing'an looked behind him and saw a creature with a dragon-shaped body and a horse and wings on its bones.
"Just don't let the aftermath of the battle spread beyond the yard, right?"
"Um!"
Feng Qing'an nodded. He noticed Jiang Bei when he ran to the gate of his yard. His vigilance was not so low. He originally wanted Ming Longjia to drive him away, but he found that this guy actually had a teachable side.
It would be fine if he just liked to fight with others to vent his excessive energy, but he actually liked to explain the essence of martial arts that he had summarized during the fight. Feng Qing'an changed his mind. Such an open-minded person is so rare.
Although it was Ming Longjia who was learning, Feng Qingan, who was able to use the "Spirit Parasitism Technique" to descend upon Ming Longjia at any time, was also able to follow along to about 60% of the way. After all, it was a first-person perspective, not to mention that he could also observe the flow of Qi.
"It's not difficult to do this. Even if the two of them fight to the death, there won't be any problems!"
Sen Miao answered confidently.
"That's all right!"
Feng Qingan nodded. Although he had promised the City God that he would not cause trouble during the day, he turned the courtyard he lived in into ruins that night, which was a bit disrespectful to him, but wasn't this a passive counterattack? He couldn't be blamed.
