310 Seven Wounds Fis (2/2)

Happy remembered the details about Seven Wounds Fist, and he instantly understood why the trio were capable of suppressing the old man in brocade robes…

He looked up at the trio from under his Bamboo Hat.

”Either leave, or die.”

His calm words were accompanied by the act of slowly drawing the sparkling and cold sword from its sheath, which instantly enraged the trio. However, they also became a little wary.

One of them chose not to speak.

”He's pretty stubborn,” another said.

Even the man with the goatee spoke up. ”Brat, don't try to pretend to be good just because you have some skill. Even if you want to pretend to be good, you have to look at your opponent first. We'll be nice to you considering practicing martial arts is not easy. Leave your sword behind and get lost.”

Happy did not say anything more. He raised his foot while looking at the man who was closest to him and who spoke in a gloomy tone.

The person's expression became stern. Then, he smiled.

”Let me take care of him. He'll be perfect for me to test the might of my Seven Wounds Fist at the second realm.”

He might have been facing the old man in brocade robes, but the moment he finished speaking, his foot slid, and he abruptly executed Taichong Swift Feet[1] to appear near Happy. He grinned, and red filled his eyes. He delivered a punch from his waist in a very ruthless manner at the speed of lightning.

During that moment, the air around him froze.

Happy could sense a great threat looming over his head, and it was becoming stronger with each passing moment! The damage of the fist would be close to that of Ninja King's clone!

It was as expected of the incomplete ultimate technique that was passed down from Kongtong Mountain Sect—Seven Wounds Fist!

But unfortunately for the man…

Petite Dragon!

Happy moved, and the sinister man's fist just grazed Happy's body. He missed.

A brilliant glare shone from Happy's sword, then he returned the blade back into its sheath. He did not even spare a glance at the sinister looking man. He just slowly walked toward the other two people.

Thud!

The sinister man fell to the ground. There was a thin trail of blood on the part of his face that was closer to Happy's side. It split his face into two from his nose!

”Third!”

The man with the personality of a brute roared and rushed to the gloomy man who had fallen to the ground, unmoving.

The moment he moved past Happy, however, his body spun, and he swung his fist at Happy's back with the force that could split a mountain.

Seven Wounds Fist relied on the secret skill that required its user to first injure themselves before they could hurt others. After that, they could ignore their enemies defenses and injure them from within. The damage was astonishing and always caught their opponents by surprise.

But Seven Wounds Fist missed again!

The man's body became limp, and a sparkling sword quietly pierced his back.

Shick!

Happy pulled his sword out and returned it to its sheath.

His actions were as smooth as water.

The man with the goatee was dumbfounded. He could not believe that his two brothers not only missed, but also died from a single attack each.

'How can this be?!'

He knew his two brothers' strength the most. They could be considered the top of the crop from Kongtong Mountain Sect. After becoming sworn brothers and descending from the mountain, they had defeated countless powerful players. There was no exception. No one could fight against their Seven Wounds Fist. So he did not expect that there would be—

While he was absent-minded, a calm voice came from behind him.

”There is no martial art in the game that is invincible.”