Chapter 54 (1/2)
These years gone by, the entire place of ChangAn City was entirely the Fish Dragon Gang’s world. Everyone knew that the upper level of the Fish Dragon Gang had a branch that was very good at fighting, stern characters who were completely unordinary people in appearance: Chang the Third ‘Cold’, Qi the Fourth ‘Ruthless’, Liu the Fifth ‘Wild’, Liu the Sixth ‘Fierce’, Chen the Seventh ‘Dark’. Besides the vicious Qi Fourth climbing up from the very bottom level of the JiangHu, if the others of those characters were released as they wished in West City or South City, they could absolutely easily carve out a piece of the JiangHu.
Very many people thought they wouldn’t be resigned to their current positions, thinking they would leave the Fish Dragon Gang and seek their own world; they would search for an opportunity to leave, even betraying the leaders.h.i.+p, but so many years had pa.s.sed, and these five men still followed closely in the wake of their big brother, not even leaving with a single step astray ——- because their big brother was the Spring Wind Pavilion’s Old Chao.
Inside ChangAn City, very rarely had someone seen Spring Wind Pavilion’s Old Chao in action – it’s more accurate to say, years ago, those that had seen Spring Wind Pavilion’s Old Chao act had long already died, but no one dared to underestimate him, and even less would they think he could only prattle about brotherly camaraderie as a paper tiger without any thunderous methods. Because anyone understood, that to be able to have Chang the Third wait on him, he was truly an unwavering person. It was impossible that the sword at his waist was merely a scholar’s decoration on the waist.
This name of Spring Wind Pavilion’s Old Chao hovered as a shadow over all his enemies. They wanted to see what kind of winds and rains it would bring after this person unsheathed the sword at his waist, but no one dared to go test, because they knew that once this person’s sword at his waist was unsheathed, they knew that the dark night in ChangAn would inevitably incur a shower of blood and b.l.o.o.d.y-scented wind.
Sensing that everyone on their own side had been intimidated into a stop by Chao XiaoShu’s motion of grasping his sword, South City’s Lord Meng widened his eyes. With a voice of absolute severity he shouted, “He’s just one person, not a G.o.d, everyone advance!”
In all eternity, there were no few hot-blooded, muddle-headed foolish men, patiently looking for an opportunity to kill a legend in the JiangHu and become famous in one move, being encouraged by numbers of comrades all around into bravery by the crowd’s atmosphere. Following Lord Meng of South City’s stern yell, several hundreds of ChangAn’s gangs raised the blades in their hands, and with great shouts they charged over from all sides!
“I just want to go home.”
Chao XiaoShu looked at the enemies charging towards him saying these kinds of words, then foolishly startled by a clanging noise, they broke through the rain of the alley opposite of the worn pavilion. The straight sword at his waist was like a flood dragon out of the sheath – outside as though it was slow, in fact it quickly thrusted towards the person charging furthest ahead.
Ning Que watched Chao XiaoShu’s back, his right hand already grasping his broad sword’s handle, but hadn’t drawn that recently sharpened, extremely sharp plain blade, because he wanted to see the real strength of this legend of ChangAn’s dark night. At the same time he felt that gentleman XiaoShu’s previous words were excessively pretentious, and was a bit worried once he drew the blade, he would be chopped to death by one mistake in a lightning flash.
Chao XiaoShu’s sword’s style was very ordinary – ordinary length and ordinary width, and the location of the edge was also not in the least special, just that in the instant of the quick motion shooting raindrops scattering, he was vaguely able to see very many fine lines on the blade’s body – those thin lines weren’t some kind of talisman language, but rather appeared to be many fine cracks repaired by quicksilver.
When excessively arrogant people say truthful words, that would make people mistakenly think they are pretentious. Ning Que stared at that straight sword, seeing that ordinary sword change that thrust at the very last moment into a slap, precisely and relaxingly slapping onto that man’s chest, and finally understood Spring Wind Pavilion’s Old Chao’s words weren’t at all pretentious, rather this person was in fact very arrogant.
The smooth sword body in the air was forcibly bent by a certain amount of force into a curved shape. Compared to its speed, the raindrops in the night sky fell slowly, making people’s hair stand stiff. And just as that sword’s body slapped against that man’s chest, that portion of strength suddenly pa.s.sed through from the sword’s body, with a *~pah* sound, and directly turned that part of his chest struck by the sword into a deep pit!
One sound like the deep enormous boom from heavy leather!
One sound of the grunt of a miserable howl!
That brave man charging furthest in front of the crowd from the South City gang didn’t even have time to clearly see Chao XiaoShu’s face, and was directly swatted like a mere kite, extremely miserably breaking through the air flying, flying past the dilapidated Spring Wind Pavilion, falling tens of zhang(~meter) away!