Chapter 553: I'll Take Your Hundred Moves! [Two-in-One!]

Chapter 553: I'll Take Your Hundred Moves! [Two-in-One!]



After a long while, the Sky King Flute let out a soft sigh.

He slowly sat down on the mountaintop.

In that instant, he didn't even eagerly examine the jade pendant.

Instead, he sat there with a desolate expression.

His face and eyes were filled with a fleeting cloud of emotions.

He let out a long sigh and said in a low voice, "Si Kong Ye, are you still there?"

"I'm still here."

Si Kong Ye's voice echoed, "But I have to be on guard against you killing me, so I can't appear from now on."

The Sky King Flute gave a faint, bitter smile.

After some time, he took out a white silk cloth and coughed, spitting a mouthful of bright red blood onto it.

He then wrapped the silk cloth and took out a package of top-grade spirit crystals, placing the silk cloth on top of the mountain peak.

He stood up, and with a swirl of air, he disappeared without a trace.

Only his faint voice lingered, "I don't know where my master is buried, and even if I did, I wouldn't dare to offer incense to the old man... Si Kong Ye, please offer a stick of incense for me."

"Please burn this blood of mine... at my master's grave..."

The flute's melody echoed, mournful and plaintive, but already a hundred li away.

The mountain breeze was biting, and Si Kong Ye soared into the sky, remaining motionless for a long time.

After a while, a gust of wind picked up the spirit crystals and the blood-stained cloth, and Si Kong Ye rose into the sky, vanishing without a trace.

...

The world seemed calm and peaceful.

But beneath the surface, the undercurrents raged on without ceasing.

Fang Che's supporters seemed to be increasing, although he himself was unaware of it. However, the number of people who wanted him dead was also growing.

Fang Che's actions during this time were formidable, but only his true self had made a move.

Night Demon and Star Radiance had completely disappeared without a trace.

Star Radiance was doing well, with Zhao Wushang continuously building the Tianxia Escort Agency, hoping for the appearance of the Star Radiance Helmsman. Moreover, the agency's grand opening was approaching.

Zhao Wushang also found it strange that the Helmsman, after being promoted to Patrol, had not shown up since.

Where had he gone?

And it wasn't just a promotion to Patrol; he was also the Chief Escort of the Tianxia Escort Agency.

If he didn't show up, what would happen to the Tianxia Escort Agency in Donghu Zhou? How would they manage the grand opening?

These were minor issues compared to the bigger problem of Night Demon.

Night Demon had more enemies than Fang Che!

Although Fang Che was currently killing with abandon, his scope was limited. Night Demon, on the other hand, had offended almost all the families of the Only Righteous Sect.

As time passed, the number of people who wanted to kill Night Demon not only didn't decrease but increased.

This was because every matter had a 'window of opportunity'.

Vice Sect Master Yan had clearly stated that there should be no retaliation, and the previous incident had resulted in the creation of the Enke, which had also dealt with many people.

However, as time passed, this window of opportunity gradually closed.

But the families of the deceased would never forget. Instead, as time went by, their resentment only deepened.

And as time passed, everyone felt that since so much time had passed, and Night Demon was dead, who knew who had killed him?

This thought was held by almost everyone.

It was time to settle scores.

So, in the southeast, many people from the various families of the Only Righteous Sect had infiltrated, especially in the White Cloud Continent.

This was because Night Demon had been most active in the White Cloud Continent.

Additionally, in the internal struggles of the Only Righteous Sect, those who wanted to put Night Demon to death were countless.

Fang Che currently had no time to deal with these matters.

He was on his way back to Biyue City.

Vice Chief An Ruoxing accompanied him on the trip, and naturally, they needed to make a grand entrance. Moreover, this trip also served to support and boost Fang Che's prestige.

So everyone was dressed in fine clothing, their uniforms crisp and neat. Twenty-four people accompanied them, a number that wasn't large, but they were all experts.

This fully demonstrated Fang Che's authority as a captain.

When they left the city, countless commoners saw them off.

Many elderly people watched Fang Che leave the city, shouting instructions from both sides, "Captain Fang, please understand the plight of the elderly... The path of the martial world is difficult, and life is full of hardships. Please understand."

The elders pleaded earnestly.

They were like worried parents giving instructions to their children.

They were sincere and genuinely concerned.

Because these elders, who had experienced the vicissitudes of life, knew that situations like Captain Fang's family were the most likely to lead to tragedy and regret.

Lack of understanding from children often caused lifelong troubles for parents or even led to separation.

If this happened, it would be a lifelong regret.

They didn't want such a thing to happen to Captain Fang, who worked tirelessly for the people. They didn't want even a hint of trouble in his life!

So they were worried and gave their advice. They didn't care about their lowly status; they only wanted to offer their life experiences as a warning.

Fang Che turned back at the city gate, standing tall on his horse, and said with his hands clasped in a fist, "Rest assured, everyone. I will handle this matter."

Countless elders' eyes shone with relief.

"Fair winds!"

"Safe travels!"

"Come back soon!"

Vice Chief An watched with her hands behind her back, her eyes filled with admiration as she looked at Fang Che.

A sense of wistfulness filled his heart as he recalled the stubborn young man he had met in Baiyunzhou, who had now grown to such an extent.

His popularity surpassed even his and Zhao Shanhe's, leaving them in the dust.

He felt a sense of relief, knowing that there was someone to carry on his legacy.

So this time, no matter what, he held Zhao Shanhe back. It wouldn't be appropriate for Zhao Shanhe to go...

Don't forget... there was once a grudge between Zhao Shanhe and Fang Che, although it had been resolved long ago. But in the eyes of the world, it wasn't as simple as that.

Zhao Shanhe's presence alone would cause trouble for others.

This wouldn't do!

Moreover, as the Chief Commander, Zhao Shanhe carried an overwhelming aura of authority.

An Ruoxing had truly considered every aspect.

Finally, they left Donghu Zhou, traveling through the mountains and crossing the great river.

The group's emotions gradually calmed as they entered the lush, verdant forest, which gave them a sense of spiritual tranquility. Walking through this forest was like strolling through a beautiful painting.

The old man, riding on a unicorn horse, was worried about Fang Che handling this matter alone. No matter what, he insisted on following.

So, they reluctantly gave him a spot.

The old man had already made up his mind: if Fang Che dared to make a mistake, he would have to step in and stop him.

Although everyone displayed their agility, each faster than the unicorn horse, it wasn't a time for battle. There was no need to waste energy unnecessarily.

The horse's hooves fell silent, shattering the tranquility of the forest.

They were now 1,200 li away from Donghu Zhou.

In the distance, a gray figure flew swiftly through the air, resembling a bat, and landed on a towering peak a hundred li away.

High above, the mountain wind was biting, and the gray-robed figure's clothes fluttered in the air.

His aura spread out, covering the sky and earth, and a gleam flashed in his deep-set eyes.

Looking down from above, he quickly spotted Fang Che and his group walking through the forest.

He narrowed his eyes.

The mountain wind suddenly roared, growing stronger, stirring up countless dust and leaves.

Displeasure flashed in the gray-robed man's eyes.

He muttered, "This wind is so detestable!"

Humming, he suddenly stopped the wind within a few hundred zhang around him. The scattered branches, leaves, and dust also came to a complete halt.

The trees, bent by the fierce wind, remained frozen in that position, not moving an inch.

In the midst of this stillness, the gray-robed man floated lightly, flashing a few times in the air before diving towards Fang Che and the others.

However, Fang Che and his group were completely unaware.

As they approached, the gray-robed man abruptly stopped, frowning.

"Too many people."

"Forget it, I don't care!"

Suddenly, a long whistle shook the nine heavens.

A thunderous boom echoed.

The group, traveling through the forest, suddenly felt the world spin, and darkness engulfed their vision, leaving them blind.

Their minds became hazy, and everyone, including the unicorn horses, lost consciousness simultaneously.

Only Fang Che remained unaffected, but he smelled a sweet fragrance in his nose.

Fang Che felt nothing, only a strong, sweet scent that suddenly filled the air.

Then, everyone, including An Ruoxing, the old man, Ye Meng, and the others, fell into a deep slumber.

The horses lay neatly on the ground, and the people slowly slid off their backs.

Unconscious, they didn't stir.

The once lively and mighty group was now reduced to a single conscious person—Fang Che!

"Poison!" Fang Che instantly realized.

But what kind of poison was so overpowering? Why was he unaffected? Could it be due to his cultivation technique? The gap in cultivation was so vast that Fang Che didn't sense any other abnormalities.

He immediately checked himself, released his divine sense, and examined his cultivation, confirming he was unharmed.

Then, he quickly supported Ye Meng and channeled spiritual energy into her.

However, it had no effect.

The same was true for An Ruoxing and the others.

Fang Che took a deep breath, sprang into action, and arranged the unconscious horses and people in a large circle, ensuring he could protect them all.

Only then did he have time to survey their surroundings.

Holding the Nether King in his hand, he cautiously examined their surroundings, his divine sense never wavering.

All his actions were executed flawlessly.

Even the gray-robed man high above watched with appreciation in his eyes.

Every response was meticulous, and although Fang Che was flustered, he remained composed. His actions were well-ordered, even determining who to save first and the sequence of front, back, left, and right—all without a single mistake!

Then, Fang Che transformed his spiritual energy into water, like a gentle rain, continuously falling from the sky and landing on everyone's faces.

Detoxification pills were swiftly placed in each person's mouth.

The spiritual energy-turned-water kept falling from the sky.

In the shortest time, Fang Che made the most perfect and correct response.

But his heart was filled with bewilderment.

What... just happened?

Suddenly, I'm the only one left conscious?

It would have been nice to have someone assist me. With so many people unconscious, even without enemies, I can't move them all by myself...

His spiritual energy surged, and he concentrated everyone, including the horses, under the shade of a tree by the road.

The spiritual energy condensed into water, constantly dripping onto the leaves, and even when it paused, the water would trickle down, landing on the faces of the crowd.

Fang Che desperately hoped that someone would wake up soon.

Even if they couldn't move, as long as they regained consciousness, there would be someone to discuss the situation with.

Unfortunately, there was no one.

Fang Che immediately took out his Communication Jade and sought help from Zhao Shanhe.

"..."

Before he could even input a message, a figure suddenly flashed, and his hand was empty. The Communication Jade was snatched away by someone.

"Who!"

Fang Che was furious. Without thinking, he swung his knife out.

Clang! Fang Che felt a powerful force hit him, and he was sent flying seven zhang away, his chest feeling stuffy. He almost spat out a mouthful of blood, and his heart sank.

The newcomer's cultivation was incredibly high!

It was probably beyond the Sovereign Rank!

He was almost at the Saint Rank...

Fang Che immediately spun around, ready to fight with his Eight Ways of the Blade.

With infinite caution, he looked up.

Before him stood a middle-aged man in gray robes, a gray hat, and gray shoes, all covered in a gray haze.

At this moment, a pair of gray eyes stared at Fang Che.

In the man's hand was a knife.

The blade was crystal clear, without a single flaw.

Fang Che couldn't help but lower his head to look at his own knife.

Oh, Nether King, I am Divine Metal, and yet after such a desperate clash, I couldn't even leave a scratch on his weapon?

What's the point of nurturing it for so long if it's useless?

Using his divine consciousness, Fang Che sensed that the gray-robed man was undoubtedly stronger than him, but he didn't feel completely overwhelmed.

Fang Che's heart eased a little. Usually, when he used his ultimate move, he should be able to win.

"Who are you?"

Fang Che took a deep breath, infusing his official aura into his voice, and said sternly, "How dare you attack a Guardian official! You have some nerve!"

The gray-robed man's hazy eyes met Fang Che's, and a hint of ridicule appeared on his gaunt face. "Who are you? How come you're not affected by my Confusing Mist?"

So it was the Confusing Mist?

Fang Che was puzzled. "I don't care who you are. Hand over the antidote."

The gray-robed man replied calmly, "The antidote is here. If you win, I'll give it to you. If you lose, then I'll gladly take all twenty-seven of your heads, including yours included."

Fang Che suddenly realized, "Your target is me?"

The gray-robed man smiled faintly. "Of course. I've been wanting to meet the famous Iron-Faced, Unbiased Fang Patrol."

Although Fang Che's mind was filled with countless questions, he now understood a little.

This guy's target was him.

An Ruoxing and the others were just collateral.

But what kind of poison or drug was so powerful?

These people were all old hands in the business. Even in their own offices at the Southeast Headquarters, they were always on high alert.

How could they have been knocked out so easily?

"So, you're a relative of the Guardians who were killed. No wonder you've been hiding and avoiding people," Fang Che said slowly.

"Fang Patrol, don't waste your efforts. Your words are useless to me," the gray-robed man said indifferently.

"Fang Patrol, I know you're anxious, but there's no need to rush," he added.

Fang Che took a deep breath, calming himself down.

At this moment, everyone's safety depended on him. If he panicked, it would be all over.

"What do you want?" Fang Che asked.

The gray-robed man's eyes, visible under his hat, glanced at Fang Che with a certain amount of appreciation. "I just want to have a battle with Fang Patrol."

"Oh?" Fang Che narrowed his eyes. "You traveled far beyond my cultivation level to get here just for a fight with me?"

His voice was full of ridicule.

"That's right. Because Fang Patrol should have been unconscious with the others, but he wasn't. Even if I didn't want to fight Fang Patrol, he would still stop me from doing anything," the gray-robed man patiently explained.

"So, our battle is inevitable."

"Oh?"

Fang Che spoke calmly. "But battles have rules, and victories and defeats have their own explanations."

He was still testing the waters.

If the other party agreed, then they were from the Guardians, the families of those Fang Che had executed.

In that case, the target was only Fang Che himself.

An Ruoxing and the others should be fine.

If the other party refused and insisted on harming everyone, then they weren't from the Guardian families.

This judgment was somewhat arbitrary, but it was one of the few methods Fang Che could use at the moment.

The gray-robed man was indifferent to Fang Che's cautiousness.

"Since Fang Patrol understands, then there are rules," he said calmly.

He raised a finger.

"Fang Che, if you can withstand ten of my moves, I'll let two of you go. Twenty moves, and I'll let ten of you go. Fifty moves, and I'll let twenty of you go. A hundred moves, and I'll release all of you, including yourself."

Fang Che's heart was filled with confusion.

Strange!

Could it be that this person in front of him didn't have any malicious intent?

As he was thinking, a murderous aura suddenly rose from the gray-robed man. The raging waves of killing intent filled the air, and Fang Che's heart sank.

This killing intent carried the desire to annihilate all living beings.

It was not something a Guardian should possess.

The opponent was warning him.

He could very well kill them all!

"Good!"

Fang Che calmly said, "Then I'll take a hundred of your moves!"

Fang Che clearly felt that after he spoke these words, the eyes beneath the other's grey robe and straw hat suddenly brightened.

A vigorous battle intent seemed to surge consciously, rising up.

"Come!"

Fang Che turned his body, and his large cloak covered the unconscious Ye Meng like a dark cloud. Then, he transformed into a sword beam.

The Great Sun Sword!

The opponent was a formidable foe!

His cultivation was far superior to Fang Che's, and ordinary combat methods were simply insufficient to injure him.

So, Fang Che held a knife in his hand, but as he turned, he unleashed the Great Sun Sword!

It was high noon.

The Great Sun Shone!

With this sword, it was as if a second sun suddenly appeared in the sky! The sword beam was chilling, covering the heavens and the earth, vast and mighty, like a flowing river of light, pouring down.

On the ground, a hint of anger flashed in the grey-robed man's eyes.

Holding the knife, he faced the sword beam that was like the sun, and with a single chop, he split it!

A loud rumble sounded in Fang Che's mind.

Fang Che felt his heart and spirit tremble. This casual chop of the opponent's carried the power of 'momentum'.

It made his heart tremble as well.

He immediately realized that this sword move was over.

Although it was a sneak attack, he still had the intention to test the opponent's strength, but he hadn't merged with the momentum.

The opponent's strength was too high; Fang Che couldn't fathom his true abilities, so how dare he fight with all his might?

Instantly, his entire cultivation surged, protecting his whole body.

The sword beam and the knife clashed.

A loud rumble echoed.

Fang Che grunted, his unstoppable sword move was directly stopped, and his entire body flew up, then flew twenty zhang away.

He fell without any control, landing on a tree trunk, then plopping onto the ground.

Spiritual water poured down from the tree like a torrential rain.

It was the tree that Fang Che had just transformed with his spiritual energy, and under it lay An Ruoxing and the others.

With a single chop, he was sent back to his original spot, his entire body feeling like it was shattering, his throat sweet, and a mouthful of fresh blood spewed out.

He immediately took out a Danyun Divine Pill and swallowed it.

Then, he directly put three more in his mouth.

The scorching discomfort in his chest and abdomen gradually subsided.

He immediately flipped over and jumped up.

Looking at the sword in his hand, he saw that it had a small chip.

Fang Che's heart trembled.

Across from him, the grey-robed man still stood in his original spot, his eyes calmly gazing at Fang Che. In a low voice, he said, "One move!"

Fang Che took a deep breath.

Although he still couldn't fathom the opponent's true abilities, the vigilance in his heart had already risen to the utmost! He had misjudged before.

Even if the opponent was only at the Saint Rank, he was at least high-level, perhaps even at the peak.

Today, it would be difficult! The grey-robed man calmly said, "Patrol Fang, if your strength is only at this level, I'm afraid... today, none of the twenty-seven of you will survive!"

Fang Che loosened his grip and threw the sword to the ground.

His right hand gripped the knife's hilt, and his body leaned forward.

"Ninety-nine more moves!" he said calmly.

As his body leaned forward, a mighty momentum erupted.

The Netherworld Knife seemed to glow in his hand.

The little sprite leaped with excitement, burning with fervor, yearning for battle.

The knife's edge suddenly condensed.

Fang Che's spirit, energy, and intent merged, and his body moved.

Step by step, he walked forward, taking seven steps.

After seven steps, his momentum was fully gathered. The vast sky, the earth, the sun, the moon, and the stars, along with the mountain forest scenery, seemed to be driven by him alone! The grey-robed man's eyebrows furrowed, and a look of astonishment and appreciation appeared in his eyes.

Not bad! Fang Che suddenly held the knife and raised it, as if lifting the heavens.)



With the knife in hand, it was as if he could support the sky itself!

Mighty and majestic, flawless, without self, without heaven, without earth, without life, without death! There were no flaws!

The grey-robed man's eyes widened in anger!

Damn it, it wasn't even the same as Feng Lao San's Tiantou Saber!

How did this kid learn so much? But he also understood Fang Che's intention—the Tiantou Saber was the ultimate method for delaying and entangling battles.

If he could support the heavens, how much more so against a powerful enemy?

However, the Heaven-Hating Saber was too exhausting for physical and spiritual energy, and its moves were all about killing. If Fang Che used it, with the opponent's robust cultivation, he wouldn't last a hundred moves!

The grey-robed man's momentum surged wildly: "Well done!"

The grey figure seemed to float like a ghost, yet strangely carried the weight of mountains.

With the long knife in hand, he controlled it and clashed with Fang Che's Tiantou Saber!

Clang, clang, clang...

The two knives furiously chopped at each other.

With the first chop, Fang Che's body staggered, but as he staggered, his knife blocked the grey-robed man's next chop and took the opportunity to counterattack!

A flash of brilliance appeared on Fang Che's knife, rushing towards the grey-robed man's arm.

"Huh?"

The grey-robed man flipped his knife, knocking Fang Che's knife aside. With the powerful force, Fang Che couldn't stand firm and side-flipped, staggering. The grey-robed man's knife fell straight down, chopping towards Fang Che's neck.

But as Fang Che staggered, his knife flashed from below his crotch, blocking the chop with a loud clang, and the knife edge stabbed towards the grey-robed man's heart.

Like a flash of light, the target was clear!

"Huh!"

(End of Chapter)

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