Yang Sheng looked at Jiang Xuerou thoughtfully.
This technique is quite interesting, but the distance is a bit too close, so the operator needs to have a certain level of swordsmanship and reaction speed.
If one's internal energy is strong enough, does that mean one can slay enemies from a hundred miles away using a sword?
But then it wouldn't be martial arts, it would be fantasy.
The power ceiling of this world shouldn't be that exaggerated yet.
After suffering a setback at the Heavenly Sword Sect, Yuwen Du pondered for a moment before deciding to challenge Yang Sheng when he arrived at Wu Sansi's side.
Yang Sheng has just fought a battle himself and still has some strength left. He is probably preparing to make a final move, so he definitely won't personally get involved.
He has the fewest subordinates, and I haven't heard of any particularly noteworthy figures among them.
"Afu, go and have some fun with Lord Yang's men."
A young man dressed in black, carrying a gun, walked over. He twirled a steel spear that was more than two meters long, making a whooshing sound as it pointed directly at Yang Sheng.
Chen Da sneered and was about to go on stage with his stick, but was stopped by Yin Wuxie.
"Are you a member of the Great River Gang?"
The young man in black, Afu, proudly declared, "That's right! I am Chen Afu, the leader of the Kyoto branch of the Great River Gang."
The Great River Gang is one of the six major gangs. Although it is not the strongest among the many major martial arts sects, almost every gang in the six major gangs has a large number of members, and the Great River Gang is no exception.
The Great River Gang has members in almost every city surrounding the Central Plains water system.
A chilling smile suddenly appeared on Yin Wuxie's lips. He drew his long sword and his figure moved like a ghost as he stabbed towards Chen Afu.
Yin Wuxie's fast sword technique is exceptionally extreme, pursuing only the ultimate speed, and even making it difficult to reveal the sword energy.
However, once he gets within three feet of the opponent, the opponent will either die or be maimed.
Chen Afu's spear technique was also swift as the wind. Despite the heavy and powerful iron spear, he shook it so that it shimmered with afterimages, and the howling wind was extremely terrifying.
The fight between the two men was incredibly dangerous to onlookers; they had practically abandoned all defense and neither was willing to back down.
Chen Afu's spear pierced Yin Wuxie, leaving a bloody hole, while Yin Wuxie's sword thrust out, also aiming for vital points. The two were almost evenly matched.
Yang Sheng asked Ye Meiniang in a low voice, "Does Yin Wuxie have a grudge against the Dajiang Gang?"
Ye Meiniang nodded: "I only vaguely know some things, it seems to be a life-and-death feud, the kind that can't be fought to the death."
Boss, Chen Afu is so young and already a branch leader of the Great River Gang. Is Yin Wuxie up to the task?
Yang Sheng stared at the battlefield and said in a deep voice, "Of course it's possible, because the two people have different mindsets."
Chen Afu was very arrogant. He would not retreat until Yin Wuxie did, and he wanted to fight back with the most ruthless means to defeat his opponent.
Yin Wuxie did this because he truly harbored murderous intent, but Chen Afu did it simply because he didn't want to back down and lose face.
Although his spear thrusts were fierce and imposing, their short length made them extremely dangerous. Once Yin Wuxie broke through his safe distance, he couldn't dodge Yin Wuxie's sword.
Just as Yang Sheng finished speaking, Yin Wuxie seized an opening in Chen Afu's gun-drawing maneuver, grabbing the gun barrel with one hand and pressing his body against Chen Afu!
The spear was imbued with fierce qi, and Yin Wuxie's physical body was not as monstrous as Yang Sheng's, so it was directly torn apart by the qi, leaving him a bloody mess.
But in the next moment, with just that one step between them, Yin Wuxie's longsword had already pierced through Chen Afu's throat!
The speed of this sword strike, its ruthlessness and precision, were so great that even with Yang Sheng's mental strength, he could only see a flash of white light followed by specks of crimson bloom.
Throwing away the iron spear in his hand, Yin Wuxie walked back expressionlessly, shaking off his blood-stained left hand.
Wu Sansi's expression was somewhat gloomy: "Lord Yang, it's just a duel, is there any need to go to such extremes?"
Yang Sheng said calmly, "You are a strategist, not a martial artist. There are some things I can't explain to you."
Swords and blades have no eyes, and fists and feet are merciless. In the heat of battle, how can one easily hold back?
My brother practices swordsmanship to kill; once drawn, it cannot be left unsheathed. You can ask the man behind you if you don't believe me.
The old farmer-like Mr. Liu, with his hands folded, nodded upon hearing this and said, "What he said isn't entirely wrong; it's just that Afu underestimated his opponent."
Given the situation, if this young man had been even a fraction slower, he would have been stabbed to death by Afu.
"Registrar Wu, you must be able to accept defeat as well as take risks. Don't embarrass the Prince."
Among the group led by the Eighth Prince, Wu Sisan seems to be the leader, but in reality, the Sixth Gentleman seems to hold a very high position.
Upon hearing this, Wu Sansi could only snort coldly and ordered his men to clean up the body.
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