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Chapter 33: The One-Armed Warrior Reappears, Battling a Cultivating Martial Artist

A martial artist who practices internal strength!
Although Yan Que's voice was not loud, it struck everyone like a thunderclap from a clear sky, causing waves of commotion.

Even in White Stone City, those who practice martial arts with internal strength are few and far between, and are rarely seen in daily life; moreover, they all hold prominent positions.

Unexpectedly, they not only met today, but also became enemies with each other.

What upset everyone even more was that these martial arts practitioners had no choice but to become bandits and rob passing caravans.

Isn't this blatant bullying of honest people?

In an instant, everyone's expressions turned grim.

After learning of the third leader's strength, the Fang family's team, which had just been suppressing the bandits and had a slight advantage, quickly reversed their situation.

"Keep those two alive, kill the rest without mercy!"

Just then, the third leader pointed his knife at Yan Que and Fang Rou, looked at the bandits, and rang out in a cold voice.

"Yes!"

Upon hearing this, the bandits' morale soared, while the Fang family members were thrown into disarray by these words.

"You guys run!"

Ignoring his injuries, Yan Que shouted, "In this situation, we should try to get as many people as possible to escape!"

Then he looked at Fang Rou and, with her help, managed to get up.

"Rou'er, I'll hold him off for a bit, you take the opportunity to escape!" Yan Que said in a low voice.

"Uncle..." Fang Rou was already in a panic; she had never experienced such a scene before.

They thought that with Yan Que's strength, he would not be afraid of this group of bandits, but unexpectedly, Yan Que was injured at this moment.

Before she could finish speaking, Yan Que stopped Fang Rou with a look, signaling her not to speak.

Just as he was about to pick up the knife and continue fighting the third leader, his pupils suddenly contracted. Where is my knife?
Looking around, he couldn't find any trace of his steel knife.

"Uncle, watch out!"

Suddenly, Fang Rou screamed anxiously from the side. Upon hearing the sound, Yan Que no longer cared about where the weapon was and looked up.

But seeing the third leader charging towards him, he pushed Fang Rou aside and instead of retreating, advanced to meet him.

Soon, the two clashed again, but Yan Que was no match for the third leader at this time.

After a few rounds, he was knocked down again and seriously injured.

Looking at the smiling Third Master, Yan Que said sternly, "Hmph, kill me or torture me, it's all up to you!"

"You're still pretty tough, don't worry, I won't kill you."

The third leader sneered after hearing this, then changed the subject coldly, saying...
"However, I'm very annoyed by your tone. Let's see if you still dare to be so tough after I cut off your arm!"

After saying that, the third leader walked towards Yan Que, step by step, as if deliberately torturing Yan Que, waiting for him to show a look of begging for mercy.

Yan Que's expression changed upon hearing this. He was a swordsman, and without arms, how could he wield a sword?

"Don't even think about hurting my uncle!" Fang Rou said stubbornly, blocking the way of the third leader.

Seeing this, the third leader's eyes flashed, and he immediately took a step forward, his fierce palm wind whistling towards him.

boom!
"Huh? Who are you?"

A deep, resounding crash echoed out.

The third leader took several steps back, staring intently at the one-armed man in the black coat.

One arm, with a long sleeve on one side, is particularly eye-catching.

He was tall and imposing, his physique alone equivalent to two Fang Rous.

Just standing there made him feel a faint pressure, and a vague sense of crisis lingered in his heart.

Especially after the exchange just now, he gained a deeper understanding of the black-clad man's strength.

This person is very strong!
tread!
Faced with the third leader's question, Su Chen charged forward without a word. He'd rather kill the other man first than waste words!

Seeing this, the third leader grunted, a cold glint flashing in his eyes, and his figure shot out like a cannonball.

"That's...my knife!"

Behind them, Fang Rou was still surprised by the appearance of the man in black, but Yan Que inadvertently caught a glimpse of the steel knife at Su Chen's waist.

Isn't this his weapon?
Bang bang bang.

A fierce gust of wind, carrying the blade, burst forth the moment the two clashed, whipping up sleeves and brushing against black hair.

Afterimages spread out around the two, the interplay of light and shadow dazzling and mesmerizing to onlookers.

In just a short while, the two exchanged more than ten blows, fighting fiercely and evenly matched.

"This person has incredibly strong swordsmanship!"

Yan Que, who was watching from the sidelines, was initially worried that Su Chen was no match for the third leader, but after watching for a while, he realized that...

Su Chen's swordsmanship was extremely skillful, clearly demonstrating that he had mastered the technique to its peak, or even surpassed it.

With his keen eye, he could naturally see the flaws in Su Chen's swordsmanship: it was explosive but lacked staying power.

However, Su Chen compensated for this deficiency by leveraging his own strengths, bringing the power of his swordsmanship to its fullest potential.

Not only did they clash head-on with the third leader, but they even gained a slight advantage, suppressing him completely.

"what!"

At this moment, the third leader, who was completely suppressed by Su Chen and had no power to resist, roared as if he wanted to vent his pent-up frustration.

He gripped the longsword with both hands, gathering his strength into the blade. In a flash, he found an opportunity and slashed down with the sword.

Like a fleeting shadow, it vanished in an instant, followed by a piercing sound of air being torn apart.

Zheng!
It was like the piercing sound of iron rubbing against porcelain, vibrating a thousand times in my ears.

But in an instant, it suddenly rang out, making my eardrums tremble.

Fang Rou was startled and instinctively covered her ears, but her eyes remained fixed on the two of them.

The other side of the chaotic battle area was also startled by the deafening sound, and everyone stopped fighting and stared at it.

Two figures stood in front, motionless for a long time, as if locked in a stalemate. After a few breaths, the crowd faintly heard a 'crack' sound.

Then, it was seen that the knives in Su Chen's and the Third Master's hands had both broken in two and fallen to the ground.

The moment the twin swords shattered, the two men each took a step back, gazing at each other across the distance, a faint smell of gunpowder filling the air.

"You are strong, but if you didn't have that knife in your hand, you wouldn't be a match for me at all."

Before he could finish speaking, the third leader suddenly threw the knife into the ground, stared at Su Chen, and said sternly.

Su Chen didn't say anything.

At this moment, Yan Que behind him spoke up to warn, "Brother, be careful, he's a martial arts practitioner!"

Upon hearing this, Su Chen's face showed no fear, but rather an eagerness to try.

"Let me see just how powerful these so-called martial arts practitioners really are!"

He thought to himself, his eyes blazing with intense fighting spirit, and then he shoved the broken steel knife into his waistband.

Upon seeing this, Yan Que's expression changed slightly. He was clearly surprised that Su Chen had given up using the knife so soon after he reminded him.

"Heh, you're asking for it!"

The third leader's gaze also shifted slightly, but a ruthless look gradually appeared on his face.

With a sudden stomp of his foot, the ground seemed to tremble, and then his figure was seen rushing out.

Upon seeing this, Su Chen's pupils contracted slightly, and he stepped forward with graceful, lotus-like movements.

(End of this chapter)