In the moment closest to death, every cell in Wu Bu's body went berserk. He raised his twin swords at several times the speed he had ever used before, and the long and short swords crossed to catch the falling broken blade.
The Two-Cut Blade is designed to cut in two with a single stroke.
Wu Bu could already hear the humming of the long and short swords, as if there were spirits roaring and howling within them.
Wu Bu had poured all his internal energy into his long and short swords, which held firm and prevented them from breaking, but his bamboo hat...
Snap!
The black conical hat split open from the left and right, and Wu Bu felt a cool sensation on his head, followed by a warm one.
A thin line of blood trickled down his forehead.
Only now did he truly realize the terrifying power of the two broken blades. If he hadn't managed to catch Zhao Wu's broken blade in time, his body would have been split in two.
This was the first time he had felt palpitations since he became famous for his twin swords.
Snap!
Zhao Wu kicked him away, and the two then separated by dozens of meters.
"Huff, huff..." Wu Bu half-squatted on the ground, using his long sword to support himself, gripping his short sword in reverse, and watching Zhao Wu warily.
Zhao Wu said, "Now, do you still think you can keep this broken knife of mine safe for me?"
Wu Bu shook his head and said, "I don't understand."
Zhao Wu asked, "What don't you understand?"
Wu Bu said, "The Two-Broken Blade is so domineering, and you are a top-notch martial arts master. Why are you willing to be someone else's bodyguard?"
Zhao Wu retorted, "You want to know? If you do, you must die today."
Wu Bu's expression gradually calmed down, and the fatigue in his body also disappeared somewhat. He slowly stood up and even revealed a smile, saying, "If I were afraid of death, I wouldn't have taken on the job of assassinating the young prime minister. I dared to come because I wanted to test the long-lost Two-Broken Blade technique. Now that my wish has been fulfilled, I have no regrets even if I die."
Why bother?
"I have spent my whole life practicing swordsmanship. Even when I reached the point where I could cut water with a sword, I did not stop. I still persevered every day. Even if I could not become a grandmaster, I would become the number one swordsman in the world!"
Wu Bu closed his eyes briefly, then continued, "But! When I realize there's a sword technique I can't surpass, a swordsman I can't defeat, then for me, living has little meaning..."
Zhao Wu curled his lip and said, "I don't understand you martial arts fanatics. You practice martial arts to live a good life, so why do you have to treat it as an obsession?"
"That's why I'm not convinced!" Wu Bu shouted angrily. "How can my hard work and devotion to the way of the sword be inferior to that of a profit-driven person like you?"
"Drilling down leads to foolishness, while relaxation leads to understanding." Zhao Wu said earnestly, "Precisely because I have no obsessions, I won't get stuck on the details of the sword path. Becoming a grandmaster or the number one swordsman in the world is certainly a good thing if I succeed, but if I don't, it doesn't matter to me. If I meet someone stronger than me, I simply won't fight them!"
Why must you defeat everyone?
"I'll answer your question now." Zhao Wu slung the back of his sword over his shoulder and walked towards Wu Bu, saying as he went, "What does my martial arts prowess have to do with whether I'm willing to be someone's bodyguard?"
"My name is Zhao Wu, my surname is Zhao, and I am also a member of the Zhao family."
"Moreover, within the Right Prime Minister's residence, I'm not the best fighter. In fact... I'm not even second."
"Tell me, what's wrong with me being a guard?"
"Not even second place..." Wu Bu exclaimed in shock, muttering, "The Right Prime Minister's Residence, the Right Prime Minister's Residence..."
Zhao Wu stopped, pointed his sword at Wu Bu, and said, "I've said everything I needed to say. I'll give you some dignity. Get up and keep fighting. A sword is decisive; it's all about advancing, never retreating. If you're going to die, die in battle!"
Upon hearing this, Wu Bu burst into laughter, then suddenly stood up, wielding his long and short swords in a fighting stance.
"I, Wu Bu, will fight to the death with the Two Broken Blades tonight!"
...
While Zhao Yan and Zhao Wu were engaged in fierce combat, Heng Wenhao was also dealing with the monk Huiyin.
However, compared to Yang Huanyun and Wu Bu, the situation with Monk Huiyin is more troublesome.
Despite being unarmed, the monk Huiyin managed to crush Heng Wenhao's Swift Blade Flower with a single palm strike. Heng Wenhao's Thunder Strike and Hemp Cut were also rendered powerless under the monk Huiyin's fist imprint.
This monk was skilled in both offense and defense. When he attacked, he was as fierce as thunder, and when he defended, he seemed to have an indestructible body. Heng Wenhao's knife could not cut through his cassock, nor could it hurt his iron fist. Instead, Heng Wenhao was often forced to retreat step by step by Heng Wenhao's attack.
However, he also had to risk his life to restrain the monk Huiyin. Zhao Yan and Zhao Wu each had someone to deal with. If the monk Huiyin were to bypass him and go after Zhao Cheng, Zhao Cheng would surely be in grave danger.
At that time, he would not be able to explain it to the eldest princess.
"Old monk, with such skills, why did you leave the Lu family in the first place? If you had stayed, the Lu family would have been the only dominant force in Jiangcheng. Why would you need to share a piece of the pie with the Tu family?"
Unable to suppress the monk Huiyin in martial arts, Heng Wenhao began to provoke him with words, saying, "You abandon your family to become a monk, isn't that an act of filial impiety?"
"Since you've already decided to stay out of it, why are you meddling now that something's happened to the Lu family? Isn't that fickle?"
"Unfilial! Fickle and unreliable! Where is your bottom line as a monk?!"
The monk Huiyin clasped his hands together and said, "I came down the mountain not to help the Lu family, but because the light of Buddhism has guided me to eliminate you petty villains who are harming Jiangcheng!"
"That old monk really knows how to talk nonsense!" Heng Wenhao laughed loudly and continued, "Buddhist teachings and enlightenment? It's so dark now, where's the enlightenment? I still don't understand why you left the Lu family. What happened back then? Did the Lu family treat you badly?"
The monk Huiyin frowned deeply.
Heng Wenhao kept his distance from the monk Huiyin when he suddenly noticed that Ganlang was pointing towards the riverbank not far away.
He understood and continued in a mocking tone, "Is it because your martial arts skills are too good that people are jealous of you? Or are you causing trouble for your family everywhere? You're so easily offended that you want to become a monk over such a small injustice! You're really too sensitive!"
"Enough!!" Monk Huiyin shouted, clenching his fists, "Do you think I don't know your purpose? Delaying is useless. If I come tonight, your master will not live!"
Without waiting for Heng Wenhao to finish speaking, Monk Huiyin threw two punches at Heng Wenhao from a distance.
The attack came suddenly, and Heng Wenhao quickly blocked it with his sword.
Bang!
Bang!
The first fist strike bounced off the blade, dissipating most of Heng Wenhao's internal energy. When the second fist strike hit the blade, it pushed the blade directly toward Heng Wenhao's chest.
Heng Wenhao spat out a mouthful of blood and flew towards the river.
The monk Huiyin gave chase, but Heng Wenhao immediately rolled to his feet, enduring the pain in his chest, and plunged into the water with a splash.
The monk Huiyin stopped by the river and looked around at the river.
Just then, Gan Lang suddenly appeared from behind the monk Huiyin, grabbed him, and jumped into the river.
The monk Huiyin reacted quickly and was very strong. Most of his body was already on the river, but he hooked one foot onto the rock on the bank, and Gan Lang's body was hanging on him.
Suddenly, a ripple spread across the river.
Heng Wenhao's head emerged from the ripples and slashed at the foot of the monk Huiyin.
"Want this leg? Come and play in the water!"
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