Chapter 142: The Capital! A Hundred Years Ago, Yang the Invincible! A Hundred Years Later, Wang the Undefeated! (Second) (1/2)

Chapter 142: The Capital! A Hundred Years Ago, Yang the Invincible! A Hundred Years Later, Wang the Undefeated! (Second)

“Duan Guochao had the secrets of Shaolin past down to him. His Iron Body has already covered his entire body, his Five Imitation Boing is exquisite–especially his Eight Arts of the Snake and Crane and Eagle Claw. The Ministry of State Security has given him dangerous mission after dangerous mission, and yet he lived even after coming out from a hail of bullets, just how could he be killed?”

The light in the youth’s eyes had faded away, but almost instantaneously, he had regained a composure as calm as the night sky.

“That I don’t know.” The male that had announced the news shrugged his shoulders before sitting down. Pa! He tapped a finger on the table, “Mexican Tequila.”

This male was about 30 years old and wore a suit from a famous brand. His leather shoes were shining, and the necktie on his chest was without a blemish. Clearly brought up with manners and style, he was one of those accomplished males who frequented the bars often.

A crystal clear cup with golden liquid cames sliding across the table for the male to pick up. Just barely wetting his lips on the cup, he placed it back down as if just trying to sample the tang of the tequila.

“We aren’t from the Ministry of State Security, and neither are we a part of the government, just how would we know about the concrete details? But Duan Guochao’s death at another, that is a definite report. Jiang Hai, weren’t you always pretending that Duan Guochao was your rival? With him dead, what do you plan to do now? Ah, dear Yan, what did you order?”

The male asked his female companion.

The woman rolled her eyes, “Just plain water.”

“Yan Qing, you’re always so dull.” The male grumbled.

“Duan Guochao’s skill in martial arts is above mine, and all the more fierce. If I were to fight him barehanded, then I’d have no chance of winning. But give me a sword, and he wouldn’t even be a math for me.” The one named Jiang Hai spoke calmly before sinking into deep thought, “Is that the only information we have? Who was the person that killed him, do you know?”

“That person didn’t have much fame to him since he only just appeared. But he is an expert of the military, and it seems that he built a reputation for himself in the southeastern martial arts world in Asia and the martial arts world in Japan.” The female named Yan Qing smiled at Jiang Hai.

“An expert from the military?” Jiang Hai’s eyebrows rose up.

“My report has more information than his.” Yan Qing sat down. “Chen Ke from the Ministry of State Security gave me a call today after being temporarily released for medical reasons. She went with Duan Guochao and personally bore witness the fight. She herself was even injured and is currently being held for interrogation.”

“Oh, Chen Ke….I wanted to fuck her for ages now, but she unfortunately fell for Duan Guochao. Now that the “National Arhat” is dead, I can finally chase after her without any problems.” The male friend remarked in awe.

“Zhuang Li, you’ve always been a swine of a man who can only think about sex. Look at the beautiful girl there, go fool around with her and stop bothering our conversation here.” Yan Qing glared disdainfully at the male.

“Alright, fine then. Yan Qing, your name holds so much meaning to it, but you a woman with the temper of a dragon. Not my type at all. I really can’t understand you two. Even in today’s age, you always talk about killing and fighting as if you’re following the Jianghu and Wulin like in those novels. The three of us have been together since we were children, and yet, I still can’t understand what runs through both your minds.”

Picking up his drink, Zhuang Li sauntered on over to the other side of the bar where he had taken notice of two beautiful women that looked like university students.

“Che! What a degenerate of a noble he is.” Yan Qing stared at the retreating figure of Zhaung Li before flicking her middle finger at him.

“Zhuang Li has always lived more carefreely than the two of us. Though, that doesn’t mean he’ll live as long as we might.” Jiang Hai shook his head.

“My investigation was quite clear, the person who killed Duan Guochao has arrived in Beijing. Chen Ke had someone pass on a message to me. She was begging me to ask you to compare notes with the person and then cripple him to let her rest assured.” Yan Qing’s face was quite serious.

“How old is this person?”

“Younger than Duan Guochao, he’s a new hand.”

“What? A youngster?” Jiang Hai was surprised once more. His eyes flashed with an eager glint, “And here I thought they had brought a practitioner from the previous generation.”

“Brother Jiang Hai, you are a disciple of the Nine Palace and the Pure Yang Sword sects within Wudang. People in Beijing say that you and Duan Guochao are the most outstanding experts; one from Shaolin, and one from Wudang. But you must also know that while Duan Guochao made a name for himself, people praised you because of the illustrious name of your family. Combined with the fact that you have never fought with Duan Guochao, people are thinking that you are far beneath him.”

“The reason why I never fought Duan Guochao was because I was never certain of the results. I practice the sword, using a weapon against him wouldn’t even be a hard match to win. As for Chen Ke, she’s just a silly girl who doesn’t understand. You can go back now, Yan Qing. No matter what era society is in, it’s what Zhuang Li says: fighting and killing is of no use.”

Having said that, Jiang Hai stood up and patted Yan Qing before silently stepping past her without a sound and disappeared into the throng of people without a trace.

“Brother Jiang Hai, you still have a competitive streak in you. But it’s no wonder, you’ve been pressured by the halo of Duan Guochao for so long now.” Yan Qing mentioned to herself as she watched Jiang Hai disappear. “But still, the one who was able to kill Duan Guochao was just a youngster. How terrifying is his martial arts? I’ll have to watch out for this person.”

In a wide open room, there was no light to be seen anywhere along with any windows.

Three candles were lit in the center of the room, giving off a fiery dot.

Jiang Hai stared at these three candles. In his eyes, the spiralling columns of smoke could be clearly seen, and in his hand was a sword with a frosty yet clear blade.

Jiang Hai opened his mouth and took in a deep breath as if he had a chicken egg in his mouth before swallowing it in.

Clunk! As if a heavy boulder had suddenly dropped down onto the ground, a dull sound could be heard accompanied by a splash. This was Jiang Hai’s breath entering his lungs before making its way past the intestines and bladder before finally descending down onto the dantian to create this magical effect.

Shua! The sword in his hands blurred into motion before the three lit candle wicks flew upwards on top of the blade. Jiang Hai’s sword had moved in a hurry while his body had swiveled fluidly in a mirage like manner.

The three candle wicks fluttered in the dark room as it moved in a linear path. In an instant, a design of the Nine Palaces had been drawn with the blade tip and the three candle wicks as the brush and ink.

With a flick of the blade, the three still-burning tips dropped back down onto the candle as if it had never left in the first place.