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Chapter 394: Gong Jiu vs. Feixingzi
Chapter 394: Gong Jiu vs. Feixingzi
Ouyang Qing turned to Su Shaoying and asked, "You knew that Feixingzi had arrived long ago?"
Su Shaoying nodded. "It's been over ten days since Liu Yuanzhan's death. If Chang'an Liu's grandfather and Feixingzi were any slower to react, what's the point of them being in the Jianghu?"
"It's just that I really didn't expect Feixingzi to not come after us directly," Su Shaoying said.
"He's here for Liu Yuanzhan's revenge, not to kill us," Hua Manlou said.
Chang'an Liu's grandfather had no successor, so he vented his anger on Su Shaoying and Hua Manlou. But ultimately, he wanted to use Feixingzi to pressure the two of them into investigating the case, as his true goal was to avenge his son.
Su Shaoying and Hua Manlou were aware of this, and so was Feixingzi.
Compared to Chang'an Liu's grandfather, who was usually arrogant and relied on Feixingzi to act with impunity, Feixingzi had earned the title of "The World's First Blade" in the Jianghu. He was no fool.
Hua Manlou and Su Shaoying were also well-established and their martial arts skills were not weak. They were not characters to be trifled with, and Feixingzi, having no prior acquaintance with them, did not know their personalities. If he approached them rashly and things didn't go well after a sentence or two, what if they immediately resorted to fighting?
Although Feixingzi was not afraid of them, he didn't want to make enemies of them for no reason. His goal was to repay Liu's grandfather for his favor and avenge Liu Yuanzhan, not to kill Hua Manlou and Su Shaoying.
So, although he had appeared and even revealed his identity to them, he hadn't spoken to them or made any demands.
And Hua Manlou and Su Shaoying didn't expose him either. As long as he didn't show any hostility, they pretended not to know him and didn't leave either.
Thus, an unspoken agreement was formed between the two parties.
Feixingzi knew that the two of them would give him an explanation, and today he had finally gotten it.
But the result was somewhat unexpected. Not only was the murderer different from the rumors, but there was also a young man by her side.
Although the young man had a big tone and seemed powerful, Feixingzi didn't take him too seriously.
There were indeed some unknown masters in the Jianghu, but not many, and most of them were mysterious and elusive, keeping a low profile. They certainly wouldn't ride such a luxurious carriage or dress so extravagantly.
But this young man in front of him was so high-profile yet unknown in the Jianghu. How powerful could he really be?
What? A genius?
There were many young geniuses in the Jianghu—Ye Guhong, the Drifting White Dragon of Wudang, Su Shaoying, the young leader of Emei, Xie Yurong, the Snow Flower Divine Sword of Diancang, and Murong Ping, the Fine Rain Swordsman of Jiangnan—all were famous young swordsmen.
But how could these geniuses compare to Ye Gucheng and Ximen Chuixue, two sword geniuses rarely seen in centuries?
Feixingzi looked at the sword in the young man's hand. "You practice the sword?"
The young man, Gong Jiu, replied indifferently, "How can a coarse person like me speak of the sword?"
Even with Feixingzi's calm personality, he was provoked to laughter, "I never expected that after I sealed my blade for ten years, the cats and dogs of the Jianghu would dare to bark at me."
At this moment, he didn't care that it was Beef Soup who had killed Liu Yuanzhan. He knew that to kill Beef Soup, he would have to get past Gong Jiu first.
There were many arrogant young people in the Jianghu, but none dared to be arrogant in front of the "World's First Blade."
"Draw your sword. Don't let the people of the Jianghu say that I, Feixingzi, bully the small," Feixingzi said.
Feixingzi was named after a shooting star, and his blade was as swift and unstoppable as one. Few in the Jianghu could withstand his three strikes.
"What a pity. I'm not really interested in your Feixing dagger," Gong Jiu shook his head. "True masters, who would bother with knives?"
As his words landed, a longsword left its sheath.
"Hua—"
The sound was abrupt, and the silvery light that appeared instantly became dazzling.
At the same time, everyone in the inn felt as if their skin was being pricked by needles, and the hairs all over their bodies stood on end.
This was sword qi!
The sharp sword qi filled the entire inn lobby in an instant, its intricate sharpness even surpassing the momentum Feixingzi had displayed when he stood up.
Feixingzi, facing Gong Jiu, felt this most keenly.
With his keen eyesight, he could see the graceful, swift, and fierce posture with which Gong Jiu drew his sword. In his over fifty years of life, he had never seen such an elegant and deadly sword-drawing technique. Feixingzi immediately focused his full attention.
He was no novice to the jianghu, so while he hadn't paid much attention to Gong Jiu, he would never be careless.
However, it was only after Gong Jiu drew his sword and the fierce sword qi filled the inn, the silvery sword light changing miraculously and tracing intricate lines in the air as it stabbed towards him, that he realized he had been far too relaxed.
His opponent was an incredibly rare super expert!
How did such an extraordinary master suddenly appear in the jianghu? Although he hadn't seen Ye Gucheng or Ximen Chuixue, how much stronger could they be?
Feixingzi roared and drew his blade!
Just as the silver light was about to reach within a foot of him, Feixing finally appeared. The curved blade swept past him, finally diverting the silver light's direction.
But after the sword light changed direction, it unexpectedly traced another strange arc, stabbing at Feixingzi's ribs from an impossible angle.
"Shua!"
Feixingzi, worthy of his former title as the "World's First Blade," even in a disadvantageous position, twisted his body and, in a split second, brought his blade back to deflect the sword light once more.
But that was all he could do. The sword light seemed to retreat but instead advanced, circling around the curved blade again and stabbing down from an oblique angle. Feixingzi had no choice but to retreat.
As Gong Jiu took two steps back and sheathed his longsword, Feixingzi also lowered his dagger.
"Who are you?" Feixingzi asked hoarsely.
But Gong Jiu didn't bother to answer him at all. Instead, he turned to Su Shaoying and asked with a gentle tone, "How does my sword technique compare to Ye Gucheng and Ximen Chuixue?"
As his words landed, Feixingzi's chest was suddenly stained with blood.
But Feixingzi didn't seem to mind. He slowly sat back down at the table, a bitter smile on his face. "True masters don't practice knives, huh..."
"There are also masters who practice knives." Su Shaoying suddenly spoke up. "The martial world is not only ruled by the sword. I've met two knife-wielding masters who are even more skilled than this man."
The look in Feixingzi's eyes as he gazed at Su Shaoying turned to one of relief, and then his breath faltered, and he passed away.
Gong Jiu didn't seem to care, his gaze still indifferent as he looked at Su Shaoying, as if waiting for an answer.
(End of Chapter)
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