913 Hidden Weapons (2/2)
The Unique King had made all his killers join the Heavenly Mountain Sect, and these Green-faced assassins had replaced those killers. They now made their presence known in public and no longer hid in the dark.
Gu Shenwei was pondering why the Unique King had done this. The fight between the two had entered a life-or-death phase.
The kung fu of the Green-faced assassin was far better than that of common killers, but their biggest advantage was their ability to hide themselves, which enabled them to sneak up on their enemies and blindside them. They could perform assassinations without any team. But in a kung fu competition ring, the advantage of this Green-faced assassin had turned into a disadvantage. Besides the first move, he never got another chance to launch a surprise attack.
Dog Butcher had collected himself, and his saber strikes were growing quicker and quicker.
Behind him, those guards of the Central Plains were even more amazed. They knew that Dog Butcher was an elder of the Kongtong Sect, but his sabersmanship didn't seem like that of the Kongtong Sect. He constantly switched moves halfway, not even finishing his current move sometimes. Because of this, his striking speed was much faster than normal, but it didn't fit with the fighting style of a member of a prestigious sect.
Someone briefly shook his head, thinking that Dog Butcher's Master Shifu would surely be furious if he were here to see Dog Butcher's sabersmanship.
Dog Butcher was also uneasy. Recalling his elder sister Tu Pianpian's rebuke, he was not sure whether he was really going further and further down the wrong path.
Which one was better – the complex, profound martial arts of prestigious sects, or the Jianghu techniques which were best for a dogfight? This question occurred to Dog Butcher and he couldn't stop thinking about it. Finally, he made up his mind – he wanted to give it a try.
Dog Butcher switched to another fighting style. His saber strikes slowed down, and his feet movements became steadier. His sabersmanship was both defensive and offensive; a typical and perfectly standard example of the Mountain-cleaving Sabersmanship of the Kongtong Sect.
Besides Sun Chengqi who couldn't tell the difference, all the other Central Plainsmen nodded, thinking that this was how a kung fu expert of the Kongtong Sect should fight. 'Just fight in a steady and calm manner. It's only a kung fu competition. Is it really necessary to fight madly like a Jianghu bandit?'
Gu Shenwei noticed the change of Dog Butcher's fighting style, but he didn't intervene. Kung fu was a personal issue. He could impart techniques and theories to other people, but he would never aske them whether they were willing to accept it, or how much they were willing to accept.
There was a kung fu that suitable for each person. Gu Shenwei would never have this kind of confusion that Dog Butcher was having.
Dog Butcher became more confident. After he switched to the Mountain-cleaving Sabersmanship, he hadn't become disadvantaged. Instead, he was fighting more unhurriedly. Previously, when he had been trying to strike as fast as he could, they had exchanged every move in an instant, and even when he had held the upper hand, he still might have been hit by a saber strike at any moment. But now, things were different. He was fighting in a safe and steady way through the Mountain-cleaving Sabersmanship. He was slowly gathering his strength, waiting for the right occasion to arise. And when it did, he would defeat the opponent with a single strike.
The Green-faced assassin didn't change his fighting style. His saber strikes were fast, and his footwork was even faster. He leaped up and down and swished here and there, slashing at Dog Butcher constantly from various directions. And his opponent only fought back once every three or four of his moves.
But he was unable to breach Dog Butcher's defense. Every time Dog Butcher fought back, he always aimed at his vital parts and forced him into giving up his offense.
This Green-faced assassin was a top killer, and it was not merely sabersmanship and leg techniques that he was good at. He was also waiting for an opportunity. When Dog Butcher fought back again, he didn't dodge. Instead, he advanced head-on.
Dog Butcher briefly hesitated. Not only had he switched to a more prudent sabersmanship, but his mentality had also become more prudent. He was wavering between killing his opponent and teaching him a lesson.
There was a gleam of cold light. Dog Butcher knew that he was in danger and that it had not been his opponent but rather himself that his previous hesitation had saved. Before his saber strike lost its momentum, he abruptly leaped backwards, wielding his saber to parry the blow.
”Hidden weapons! He used hidden weapons!” A couple of Central Plainsmen indignantly yelled in unison. It was supposed to be a tacit rule that dirty tricks were not allowed in a kung fu competition.
With a pained scream, Dog Butcher fell into the crowd and two Central Plainsmen caught him. He had still been hit, with three wounds in his shoulder, chest, and thigh, respectively. Blood was gushing out from his wounds.
Gu Shenwei immediately took out a small wooden box and put an antidote into Dog Butcher's mouth. He reminded the Central Plainsman who was about to strike Dog Butcher's acupoints to stop the bleeding, ”Let him bleed. He'll be fine in a while.”
The Central Plainsmen became more indignant. A subordinate of the renowned Unique King had used not only hidden weapons but also applied poison on the hidden weapons. This deed was even more shameless than that of the lowest Jianghu sects in the Central Plains.
But they were in the Western Regions, so they didn't say anything, instead waiting to see how the Dragon King would react.
But the Dragon King's response greatly surprised them. At the same time, they also realized how different the rules of the Western Regions were from the rules of the Central Plains.
”The Central Plains has lost the first round. The Unique King won,” said Gu Shenwei.
The Unique King was still standing there like a statue, as if he was totally indifferent to this result.
Beside the bottom step of the staircase, a Green-faced assassin whipped out his saber and cut off the head of the disciple of the Waning Moon Hall.
Gu Shenwei leaped forward, unsheathed the Five Peaks Saber, and cut the body of that disciple into pieces before the head touched the ground. Every piece of the body flew to a different position, forming a circle around the field of the kung fu competition.
The Green-faced guard just watched and didn't attack the Dragon King.
Han Fen and the other disciple of the Waning Moon Hall said in unison, ”The living suffer in grief, and the dead settle in peace.”
As if infected by the words, those Green-faced assassins also said, ”The living suffers in grief, and the dead settle in peace.”
Those Central Plainsmen were all transfixed with shock. In their eyes, from the Dragon King to the Unique King and their subordinates, none of these Western Regioners were sane.
Staring at the ground covered in blood, Gu Shenwei felt a wave of nausea overcome him. His body always reacted in this way in similar situations since his childhood. It had never disappeared. He had just gotten used to it.
A childish voice came from the side. ”Father, you were killing again.”
Gu Shenwei and the Unique King turned their head to the side at the same time and saw Luo Ningcha's son.