Chapter 32: If I can't kill you with three moves, I, Chu Ning, will commit suicide here

Xiafeng Town.

Some people turned on the lights in their homes and whispered to each other.

The people were not unaware of the screams outside. Just as they were about to get up, they remembered what Lord Chu had told them.

As early as a month ago, Lord Chu had already introduced to them what anti-bandit drills were.

The police station would have people pretend to be vicious robbers or bandits and sneak into the town, and then Lord Chu would bring some constables to subdue these people.

The purpose of the drill is to prevent civilians from getting hurt, and if civilians want to avoid getting hurt, they should just stay in their rooms and not come out when they hear any noise.

Although some people felt that it was a bit strange for him to stay in the room and not come out, Lord Chu was the one with the highest status in Xiafeng Town.

You have to do whatever Lord Chu says. If anyone dares not to listen to Lord Chu, the women in the town can kill him with just one word.

"Don't mention it. The people Lord Chu found actually screamed really hard. It was as if they were really being beaten."

"Look at how fast the footsteps are. It's like if you run any slower you'll die."

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The smell of blood began to spread in the town, and there were only two arrows left in Chu Ning's quiver.

Half an hour later, all the gang members who had not escaped from Xiafeng Town fell to the ground. Chu Ning saw these people wailing in pain and could not bear it, so he helped them end their suffering.

These people are the elite gang members of Feihumen and Xuedaotang. Being an elite gang member means that they have done many evil things.

If you want to get promoted in a gang, besides being strong in martial arts, you also have to do a lot of bad things. The more bad things you do, the higher you climb.

Chu Ning had no psychological burden in killing these people.

"With so many bodies, I'm afraid the boiler won't be able to burn them all. They'll all be taken deep into the mountains and cremated. Who says I'm so kind-hearted?"

Chu Ning squatted down and prepared to touch the corpse, but the next moment he suddenly pulled out the arrow from the quiver with his right hand, then drew the bow and shot it out! Very fast!

It was completed in two breaths.

Swoosh! The arrow shot towards the dark area ahead.

"I didn't expect that Xiafeng Town actually has an eighth-grade martial artist hidden there, who is also an expert in archery. It seems that this is the real reason why Huang Zhongtai dared to arrange his wife and children in Xiafeng Town."

In the darkness, a thin middle-aged man with bright eyes walked out slowly.

"Xiafeng Town Constable Chu Ning entered the academy three years ago and now has the strength of an eighth-grade martial artist. He is considered a genius."

Chu Ning was not surprised that the other party could clearly tell his information. These people must have investigated him in advance.

"With your conditions, you have been able to cultivate to the level of an eighth-grade martial artist. You are a martial arts genius. Now that you have chosen to be loyal to Master Huang, I can guarantee that you will be valued by him."

"Mr. Huang? I just work for Uncle Huang, so we are a family." Chu Ning said with a smile.

"There's no point in saying these clever words," Zheng Yuheng sighed, "It's not easy for a poor family to produce a martial arts genius. Since you're unwilling to turn from darkness to light, I can only let the genius die young."

"I respect my seniors. Since they are unwilling to leave, I can only bury them."

Chu Ning has never lost when it comes to talking nonsense, although he rarely talked nonsense in the few battles he has had.

But he now found that talking big before a battle was still effective. At least now he could feel his adrenaline soaring.

This is called your mouth deceiving your brain.

"Sharp-tongued!"

Zheng Yuheng raised his sleeves, and two scimitars more than a foot long appeared in his hands.

Step forward, bully...

In the blink of an eye, Zheng Yuheng was in front of Chu Ning, and he slashed at Chu Ning's throat with the scimitar in his right hand. Chu Ning tilted his head back, pulled out the long sword at his waist, and chopped vertically with great force, and the blade collided with the opponent's scimitar.

Zheng Yuheng was not repelled by Chu Ning's powerful sword swing. At the moment when the long sword and the scimitar collided, the blade turned and removed most of Chu Ning's strength. At the same time, his left wrist flipped, and the scimitar in his left hand changed from slashing to stabbing, stabbing towards Chu Ning's chest.

Every move is murderous.

The power of the knife in Chu Ning's hand had not yet been exhausted, and it was too late for him to raise the knife to block at this moment. At the critical moment, Chu Ning did not stop the opponent's scimitar from stabbing at his chest. He directly dropped the knife with his right hand and chopped at the opponent's right arm.

Seeing Chu Ning's aggressive fighting style, Zheng Yuheng had a hint of doubt in his eyes. Would he rather have his chest pierced than attack his right arm? Was this person mentally ill?

Or are there other masters in Xiafeng Town? Why did Chu Ning choose to die in exchange for getting injured?

These thoughts flashed through Zheng Yuheng's mind like lightning, and finally he chose to continue.

Although Chu Ning is very strong, as long as he releases the force properly, his right hand will not be seriously injured.

If Chu Ning was stabbed in the chest, he would definitely die.

The scimitar in Zheng Yuheng's left hand pierced his clothes, and there was a fierce look in his eyes, but the next moment his pupils suddenly shrank, and it seemed that the tip of his knife had pierced a hard object and could not go in any further.

Realizing something was wrong, Zheng Yuheng reacted quickly and retreated backwards in an instant, but Chu Ning's right palm knife had already chopped him down, and the huge force and pain made Zheng Yuheng's pupils dilate again.

This power...

Even though he concentrated his hidden strength in his right arm, he still couldn't block it.

The terrifying force twisted his arm directly, and the sound of broken bones was very crisp.

Can an eighth-grade martial artist have such great power?

"What kind of martial arts are you practicing?"

Zheng Yuheng took a few steps back, let his right arm hang down, and looked at Chu Ning while enduring the pain.

"The willpower technique, after practicing it, your whole body will be as strong as steel and invulnerable to swords and guns."

"The willpower method?"

The next moment, Zheng Yuheng realized that Chu Ning was talking nonsense to him, because he saw the armor exposed at the torn part of Chu Ning's clothes on his chest.

"You wear armor?"

There was a hint of disbelief in Zheng Yuheng's eyes. An eighth-grade martial artist wearing armor?

You have to know that truly useful armor is incredibly expensive. The materials cost hundreds of taels, and with the forging fee, it will definitely cost more than a thousand taels.

Ordinary iron plates worn on the body cannot provide any protection at all. Instead, the recoil force will directly damage the internal organs.

As an eighth-rank martial artist, he joined Master Huang because the cost of training himself was too high. If he wanted to reach the seventh rank, he would need a large amount of money to purchase resources for training.

But even if he joined Master Huang, the money he had was barely enough for him to get by, and he couldn't possibly be so extravagant as to buy himself some armor.

There is a widely acknowledged saying in the martial arts circle that martial artists who work hard to climb up the ladder are poor, while martial artists who do not strive for advancement will live a comfortable life.

I am nearly 40 years old and I haven't given up. Chu Ning is less than 20 years old. Shouldn't he spend his money on improving his martial arts skills? Why is he still building armor? Isn't this putting the cart before the horse? Chu Ning didn't know what the other party was thinking at the moment. He was glad that he had made this armor, otherwise he would have been injured by the other party's move just now.

Right now, it seems that my biggest weakness is my martial arts.

After all, a boxer cannot beat a person with weapons. It is a bit naive to think that I can break through to the sixth-rank general in one go and not have to worry about the opponent's weapons with the protection of true Qi.

However, now is not the time to reflect.

Kill him while he is ill.

Chu Ning picked up the long sword, took a leap forward, transformed the Bull Demon Fist into a sword technique, and chopped out.

"Double fists through the ears!"

"Hold the sky on your back!"

While attacking, he shouted the moves of the Bull Demon Fist.

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One knife after another.

Zheng Yuheng felt a little depressed during the fight. He saw that Chu Ning's swordsmanship was evolved from the Bull Demon Fist, which simply turned his fist into a sword.

He is also familiar with the Bull Demon Fist.

In the entire Liang Dynasty, except for the powerful children of the Eight Great Families, almost all other warriors were trained in the Bull Demon Fist, which is considered to be the most popular style of boxing.

But it is precisely because I am familiar with him that I feel depressed.

It is obvious that the “Back to the Sky” move is to step forward with the right leg, extend the right arm, then use the back to exert force and punch quickly with the left hand.

It's fine if you turn your boxing skills into sword skills, but you're shouting "My back is against the sky" and then chopping down from top to bottom with your sword. What the hell is going on?

This familiarity with the moves made him subconsciously guard in a certain direction, but the feeling of ending up empty-handed was very bad for Zheng Yuheng.

It would have been fine if his right arm hadn't been injured, but this injury turned his double swords into a single sword, and its power was reduced by half. Then he ran into such an unreasonable Chu Ning, and the more the fight went on, the more frustrated he became.

Suddenly, Chu Ning took a step back and Zheng Yuheng was stunned.

"I have already tested your strength. Three sword strikes cannot kill you. I, Chu Ning, will commit suicide here."

Seeing Chu Ning's serious expression and words, Zheng Yuheng was stunned at first, and then he laughed in anger.

Defeat me in three moves? I am only slightly at a disadvantage now.

"I want to see what you can do to defeat me in three moves!"

Chu Ning draws his sword!

This knife was faster than any previous one.

"Even if we fight head-on, you can't defeat me. I want to see how you commit suicide later!"

Zheng Yuheng was also enraged. This time he did not dodge, but chose to confront head-on, swinging his knife with his left hand.

But he didn't notice that when Chu Ning drew the knife, his little finger holding the knife hooked in his sleeve.

Zheng Yuheng stepped forward! Chu Ning retreated?

Zheng Yuheng: …

Are you serious about taking that half step back?

You said you would kill me in three moves?

The next moment, a sour, pungent and stinging smell hit me in the face.

Zheng Yuheng closed his eyes subconsciously, and when he reacted and opened them again, his pupils were filled with a cold light.

Bang! "I said I'd kill you with three strikes, and that means I'll kill you with three strikes."

Chu Ning put away his knife.

Zheng Yuheng covered his chest with his left hand, his pupils dilated to the maximum at this moment. He did not shout "despicable and shameless" but asked: "If...if you failed to kill me with three strikes, what would you do?"

"Then of course I'll follow up with three more strikes. You can even ask such a stupid question."

Zheng Yuheng's pupils widened a little: "You...you don't have martial ethics?"

"I am a young man."

Zheng Yuheng was puzzled, but unfortunately Chu Ning did not intend to explain it to him in detail.

Two breaths later, Zheng Yuheng spat out a mouthful of blood and fell backwards. At the moment he fell, there was a self-deprecating smile on his face.

Yes, I am indeed stupid.

How can you believe what your opponent says?

After decades of practicing martial arts, they have all been used against dogs.

He deserved to be killed.

After Zheng Yuheng fell, Chu Ning stepped forward and stabbed him twice more. After confirming that he was not faking his death, he began to search the other person's body while it was still hot.

After touching it, he looked disappointed.

This guy is a poor bastard.

He only had a dozen taels of silver and a fifty-tael silver note on him, while the smallest silver note the other two gang leaders had was a hundred-tael note.

In addition, there is also a sword manual.

Chu Ning flipped it over a few times without looking at it carefully. He put it in his arms first and continued to guard outside the yard. As long as it was not dawn, he could not let his guard down.

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Qingzhou Prefecture.

At the Huang family, the atmosphere was extremely solemn at this moment.

(End of this chapter)