Chapter 33 (2/2)

In the blink of an eye, Martial Yang already killed three h he returned to his form as an old man who could barely hold his blade when the eneers were anxious This was not the scene they had pictured They thought the Golden Roc killers would ithout the slightest effort

However, Gu Shenas frightened and worried Every h it was different from what he had learned in his childhood It see any skill He attacked according to the flaws and weak points that his enemies had suddenly exposed; a forehand could turn into a backhand, a slashi+ng could beco Even the ainst it

“Where did Marshal Yang learn that from? This man who I had never heard of is actually more powerful than my father”

Gu Shenwei carefullykilled his ene FuFu he had learned in these recent months

Another five assassins in black cae, the attackers could only half-enclose hile killer could be the hindrance The killers knew this well

Five killers approached with the utmost caution, as they could sense the eneain, dropped the blade, and grabbed the lance, but no one advanced rashly They had been learned their lesson

Gu Shenwei’s Master shi+fu, Yang Zheng, used to hold his lance upright and wait for the ene held it casually, like a walking stick

However, no one looked down on him and his weapon now

The killers ht strides away froe of his lance They could either strike hith, or let him assault one killer while the rest waited for the best moment to kill hiainst the long lance

The snow had stopped without anyone noticing because they all held their breath, especially the pupils in front of the gate Co them was no one but a showy and impracticalintent at thisFu

It was just that they did not knohere the killing intent ca, or from the five killers whose muscles were tensed?

“As father said, a real superior could create a flaithin his ene for the flaw to be exposed,” Gu Shenwei thought He did not care about such advice then, but it had all been seared into his consciousness

What Martial Yang had learned was the inherited Kung Fu of the Gu family, different from Gu Lun’s in details but similar in tactics He was the real superior

Martial Yang abruptly let out a roar without any warning It was as loud as several lions roaring together, and every pupil’s body shook, leaving the sound tingling in his ear

The weakest one a the five killers flustered, stepped forward involuntarily, looking like he was being dragged by a giant force

The flaw had arisen

Hence, the lance jabbed forward

The sa’s hand was quite different fro’s, as the old servant of the Gu family and had used his lance like a strict craftsman—every jab was measured, people could see it, yet they could not avoid it But Martial Yangtoo swift to predict its position and jabbing too fiercely to be defended

One jab, two jabs…

Martial Yang made five jabs seem like one, and every jab ended a life He returned to his original position at once, grunting He seeth after these siht be pretending to swindle the enemies But Gu Shenwei kneas real because he had been re that if one did not use 80 percent of his strength on each jab, his jabbing was useless

Yang Zheng practiced the jabbing skill and practiced it arduously for many years Even still, he had to rest for a while every ti had battled for three rounds, and though he killed each eneetic as before

But the others did not know that The exhausted old h mountain that they could not climb At least more than 10 killers were still alive now, but they had already lost their will to fight

After Martial Yang recovered his breath, he raised up his head and acted like a stubborn teacher teaching sloitted students He said slowly,

“You need the killing desire first, before you can kill a man”

That was exactly the proble desire, Golden Roc Fort needed to send someone better if they wanted to win