Wuxia: Become the 100-Victory Sword King at the Beginning

Chapter 144: Shi Feiyang outsmarts Lü Yuan in wisdom and courage, and the failed roundup becomes a laughing stock
Time passed quietly, day after day, and Lu Yuan's patience and determination did not diminish with the passage of time.

He insisted on personally reviewing the intelligence submitted by the Jinyiwei, carefully reading each one and analyzing it word by word, without missing any clues that might be related to Shi Feiyang.

Sometimes Lu Yuan would hold the intelligence up to his eyes, squinting his eyes to examine it carefully; sometimes he would slam it down on the table, whispering, "Shi Feiyang, Shi Feiyang, I don't believe you can hide forever. One day you'll reveal your flaws."

At the same time, Lü Yuan prepared for the worst and began to formulate a series of emergency plans. He knew that in this battle with Shi Feiyang, accidents could happen at any time, and only by making thorough preparations in advance could he respond with ease at the critical moment.

Lu Yuan summoned his trusted subordinates to discuss the details of the plan. He said with a firm gaze, "We must consider all possible scenarios and formulate response strategies in advance. Only in this way can we ensure that nothing goes wrong."

Finally, on a sunny afternoon, the peace was completely broken.

The Imperial Guards brought exciting news: they discovered that Shi Feiyang had secretly visited an old man who lived in seclusion in the mountains late at night. This old man lived a simple life and was extremely mysterious. It was rumored that he had close ties with some mysterious forces in the martial arts world.

This major discovery was like a ray of light in the darkness, giving Lu Yuan hope.

His eyes instantly became sharp, like a cheetah spotting its prey, and a barely perceptible excitement flashed across his originally stern face.

Lu Yuan quickly stood up, clenching his fists, as if foreseeing victory. "Great, finally a clue! It seems Shi Feiyang isn't invincible." He then ordered the Imperial Guard to intensify surveillance of the old man and quickly begin investigating the specific connection between him and Shi Feiyang. Lu Yuan knew this could be the key to uncovering Shi Feiyang's secrets.

He was determined to seize this opportunity, thoroughly investigate Shi Feiyang's background, and expose the conspiracy behind him to the public.

In order to avoid attracting attention, Lü Yuan, after careful consideration, decided to adopt an extremely cautious strategy. He secretly gathered a group of loyal and capable Jinyiwei elites, gathered them in a hidden location, and made careful and detailed deployments.

He stood before them all, his face serious, his voice deep but powerful. "This mission is crucial. We're facing an extremely cunning adversary. Any small mistake could lead to our entire efforts being wasted. Everyone must strictly adhere to the plan. Remember, we represent the honor of the Imperial Guard. Only success is permitted, not failure!"

This group of elites was divided into several action teams, each of which was responsible for different surveillance and investigation tasks, tracking the old man and Shi Feiyang from different angles to ensure that nothing was missed.

At the same time, Lü Yuan fully utilized his connections and influence in the court to secretly investigate the underworld forces associated with the old man. He used various covert channels to deal with various forces and cleverly obtain intelligence.

Sometimes he would drink with court officials, chatting and laughing while quietly gathering information; sometimes he would meet secretly with underworld spies, tempting them with benefits to obtain key clues.

Lu Yuan knew clearly that the forces behind these underworld forces were often complicated and intertwined with interests, like a tangled mess. Only by sorting out these relationships could he find the key to breaking through Shi Feiyang's defense line.

While waiting for further news, Lu Yuan was not idle.

Like a thoughtful military strategist, he repeatedly considered various possible situations and developed multiple detailed response plans.

He sat at a desk piled high with paperwork, his brush dancing across the paper, recording his thoughts. Sometimes he paused, his brow furrowed, lost in thought; sometimes he would suddenly write again, as if he had found a solution.

He clearly realized that the contest with Shi Feiyang was not only a fierce game of intelligence, but also a cruel contest of wills. Any slight negligence could lead to a complete loss.

Finally, with the tireless efforts of the Jinyiwei day and night, the mystery surrounding the old man and Shi Feiyang was gradually revealed. It turned out that the old man was the elder of a mysterious sect that had long disappeared in the martial arts world, and it was through this sect that Shi Feiyang secretly colluded with certain forces in the martial arts world in an attempt to realize his ulterior ambitions.

After learning this crucial piece of information, Lu Yuan secretly congratulated himself for remaining calm and not rushing into anything. He leaned back in his chair, a smug smile on his face. "Hmph, Shi Feiyang, let's see how you can escape this time." He knew the real battle had just begun, and he was fully prepared, ready to face the coming challenge with high morale.

Early spring in Suzhou is like a slowly unfolding poetic painting.

Beside that quaint street, willow trees sprouted tender green buds, and their slender willow branches danced lightly in the breeze, like a graceful girl waving her sleeves, spreading the tenderness and vitality of spring on this land.

The peach blossoms are in full bloom, dazzling and gorgeous. The pink and green petals bloom on the branches, and the tree is full of flowers, in clusters and groups, just like gorgeous clouds from the sky drifting down to the earth, attracting bees and butterflies to fly among the flowers, and the buzzing sounds are endless, adding a bit of vividness and vitality to this spring scene.

The air is filled with the subtle fragrance of flowers and earth, weaving together a uniquely spring atmosphere. In the bustling market, people come and go, and the hawkers' cries echo one after another, adding a touch of worldly fireworks to this bright spring scene.

To ensure the success of his plan, Lü Yuan decided to personally investigate the mysterious old man. He knew the importance of this mission, so he decided to personally go into the tiger's den to ensure he could obtain first-hand information.

He shed his dignified Jinyiwei attire, donned simple casual clothes, and slipped into the Jianghu like a ghost. In an unobtrusive way, he blended into the hustle and bustle of the Jianghu, as if he were a member of the Jianghu, and no one would notice his presence.

In the streets and alleys, he sometimes blended into the crowd, sometimes hid in the dark, and began to secretly observe the old man's whereabouts.

He is like a skilled hunter, patiently waiting for the best opportunity to capture the most authentic information.

During their casual encounters with the old man, Lü Yuan's eagle-like gaze had keenly detected an unusual aura emanating from him. This aura, mysterious and obscure, only strengthened Lü Yuan's conviction that the old man must be hiding a terrifying secret, like a turbulent undercurrent beneath the surface of a calm lake.

At the same time, Lu Yuan did not relax his surveillance on Shi Feiyang at all.

He noticed that Shi Feiyang's recent actions had become increasingly bizarre, with frequent contact with people from the underworld. These meetings took place in secret locations, often in the dead of night or in remote areas.

Shi Feiyang's expression was solemn and his eyes flickered as he spoke with these people, as if he was planning something extremely important. Lü Yuan knew that there must be a greater conspiracy behind this, and he had to uncover this mystery.

Lu Yuan was secretly alert in his heart. He knew very well that Shi Feiyang was no ordinary person and would not let him go easily. In this contest, he might lose everything if he was not careful. Therefore, he had to remain highly vigilant at all times, like a taut bowstring, and could not relax for a moment.

He understood that only in this way could he remain invincible in this battle of the martial arts world.

Half a month passed, and with his patience and wisdom, Lü Yuan gradually figured out the details of the old man and Shi Feiyang. He was like an experienced hunter, gradually peeling off the disguise of his prey.

In this process, Lu Yuan deeply experienced the dangers of the world and the complexity of human nature.

The Jianghu is full of twists and turns, with various forces intertwined and interests entangled in complexity. However, he has a firm belief in his heart, believing that as long as he has enough wisdom and courage, he will be able to overcome all difficulties.

To avoid attracting attention, Lü Yuan moved with extreme caution, like a traveler on a thorny road, taking every step carefully. He meticulously collected every possible clue, not missing any tiny details.

He cleverly used the network of connections he had built up over the years in the underworld to secretly explore the past experiences and motives of the old man and Shi Feiyang. After days of unremitting efforts, he finally discovered some key clues from the complex clues.

These clues unexpectedly revealed a shocking secret - the old man and Shi Feiyang actually had inextricable ties with neighboring countries. They attempted to achieve their ulterior motives by colluding with foreign enemies, which was undoubtedly a serious betrayal of the Ming Dynasty court.

After learning the news, Lu Yuan's anger burned fiercely, and he became more determined to eradicate these two treacherous people.

He began to secretly mobilize his trusted men, and like a precision-operated machine, he made deployments in an orderly manner, ready to deal a fatal blow to the enemy at the right time.

At the same time, Lu Yuan knew that the safety of Suzhou Prefecture was of vital importance. In order to prevent the old man and Shi Feiyang from becoming desperate and doing things that would harm the court, he strengthened the security precautions of Suzhou Prefecture, arranged spies and guards at various key locations, and formed a tight security barrier.

In this undercurrent of competition, Lü Yuan knew he couldn't let his guard down. He remained alert at all times, like a hunter lurking in the darkness, always ready to respond to any unexpected situation.

To ensure the success of his plan, Lü Yuan also invited several martial arts masters to assist him. These masters were highly skilled in martial arts, agile, and their eyes were alert and sharp.

Moreover, they are thoughtful and cautious, and every move they make is carefully considered.

Their participation undoubtedly increased the chances of success for Lü Yuan's plan. Lü Yuan held secret meetings with them many times, sitting in a secluded place and repeatedly pondering every detail of the plan.

Sometimes they talked in low voices, sometimes they argued fiercely, striving to be perfect and not miss any possible loopholes.

While waiting for the best opportunity to act, Lü Yuan was not idle. He continued to use his vast intelligence network, which covered the entire martial arts world like a spider web, to keep a close eye on the old man and Shi Feiyang's every move.

He noticed that the two men seemed to have sensed the approaching danger and began to secretly accumulate strength.

They frequently recruited personnel and collected weapons and supplies, seemingly making final preparations for the upcoming war.

Thunder and lightning flashed, and the spring rain arrived as expected. On a stormy night, the wind was howling and the rain was pouring. The sky and the earth seemed to be shrouded in a dark curtain.

The perfect opportunity that Lu Yuan had been waiting for quietly arrived. With a determined gaze and a stern expression, he led his men and several masters, like a group of silent ghosts in the dark night, silently heading towards the hiding place of the old man and Shi Feiyang.

A thrilling battle is about to begin in this stormy night. The entire Suzhou Prefecture seems to be holding its breath, waiting for the final outcome of this fateful battle.

Under the cover of night, Taihu Lake appears exceptionally tranquil, its surface gently caressed by the spring rain, creating layers of delicate ripples. On the shore, willow branches sway in the wind, as if telling an ancient and mysterious story.

The mountains in the distance appear and disappear in the night, and together with the lake, they create a quiet and remote picture.

However, beneath this tranquil surface, a hidden struggle was quietly underway. Like ghosts in the night, Lü Yuan and his team silently moved through the dense forests surrounding Taihu Lake, their target aimed squarely at the old man and Shi Feiyang's hiding place.

The spring rain seemed to add a touch of mystery and awe to the battle, each drop heralding the impending life-or-death struggle. The night fell like a thick, black satin, pressing heavily against the earth. The fine rain, carried by the fierce wind, whistled like sharp blades, slicing through the silence.

Lu Yuan and his group struggled forward on this muddy path. The ground under their feet was softened by the rain. Every step they took was accompanied by a "puff" sound and splashed with muddy mud.

The howling wind blew past, making everyone's clothes rustle, but it failed to extinguish the burning fighting spirit in their hearts. The heat seemed to ignite this cold rainy night. Everyone gritted their teeth, exuding a determination, secretly holding back their strength, and vowed to give their all in this battle.

As the distance between them continued to shrink, Lu Yuan's keen perception of the murderous aura emanating from the front intensified, sending a chill down his spine. He knew that the old man and Shi Feiyang had sensed their approach and were undoubtedly making final preparations for battle.

Instantly, time seemed to be frozen by an invisible hand, and everything around them fell into a dead silence. The air was filled with a tense and solemn atmosphere, like a thick fog, which made it difficult to breathe. Every breath was damp and oppressive.

Lu Yuan took a deep breath, the cold rain slid down his cheeks, and he slowly exhaled, trying to calm the surging emotions in his heart.

Then, he raised his hand and waved it vigorously in the air, sending a signal to his men and masters, indicating that they should prepare for a fierce battle. Everyone's muscles tensed instantly, and their eyes flashed with the enthusiasm of the upcoming battle, ready to charge like an arrow at any time.

Lu Yuan took advantage of the situation and drew out the embroidered spring knife from his waist. There was a crisp "clang" sound, which was particularly harsh in the rainy night.

The tip of the knife flashed a cold light in the night, like a flash of lightning that cuts through the night sky, emitting a deadly aura.

"Kill!" Lü Yuan roared, his voice resonating like a bell in the rainy night. His men and masters, like wild horses unbridled, rushed through the wind and rain towards a pleasure boat on the shore of Taihu Lake where the old man and Shi Feiyang were.

Their figures seemed a little blurry in the wind and rain, but their courageous momentum was extremely clear.

Unexpectedly, when Lu Yuan, Cai Kun, Xiang Laixiang and others jumped into the pleasure boat, they were slightly stunned by the scene before them.

Shi Feiyang was seen sitting opposite the world-famous Shaolin monk Master Yuanchi, with a pot of fine wine on the table.

The two men seemed to be out of the matter, leisurely savoring fine wine and talking about interesting anecdotes in the martial arts world, with a relaxed look on their faces. Shi Feiyang did not have the conspiracy they had expected.

However, the situation did not allow for much thinking. Several Jinyiwei masters, including Hu Kun, a disciple of the "Liuhe Stick School", had fierce lights flashing in their eyes. They gripped the copper sticks tightly, turned their bodies, and performed the "Liuhe Stick Technique".

The copper sticks whizzed in their hands, and with a "whooshing" sound, they smashed towards Shi Feiyang fiercely. The shadow of the sticks was heavy, trying to knock Shi Feiyang down in one fell swoop.

The senior disciple of "Seven Wonders Locking Heart Sword Sect" has been in great demand for several days. His eyes are sinister and the long sword in his hand flashes with a cold light. Like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue, it pierces straight into Master Yuanchi's throat. The sword blade cuts through the air, making a "hissing" sound.

Jiang Baichuan, a senior disciple of the "Fox Sword Sect", was not to be outdone. Holding a sword, his figure was as elusive as a ghost, and he pointed his sword at Shi Feiyang's eyes, intending to defeat the enemy with one move.

Master Yuanchi sat motionless, like a towering mountain, calm and resolute. His entire body radiated the true energy of the Yi Jin internal energy, which, like materialized air currents, swirled and intertwined in the air, weaving a massive wall of air.

All the attacking swords, guns, sticks and clubs, the moment they came into contact with the air wall, were like stabbing into an indestructible wall of copper and iron, making a dull impact sound and being bounced back one after another.

Shi Feiyang was not in a hurry. He circulated the energy around his body and used the Mingyu Gong.

Instantly, a vortex of Qi formed around him, like a rotating shield, emitting a powerful aura.

The attacking swords, spears, swords, and halberds were repelled by the powerful force as soon as they approached the vortex of true energy. Shi Feiyang seized the moment when the enemy's moves were exhausted and exposed a flaw and quickly drew his Burmese knife.

The blade flashed with cold light, like a silver lightning.

He moved as fast as lightning and rushed into the enemy camp. The cold light flashed as he swung the Burmese knife, bringing up sharp blade beams. Wherever he passed, the Jinyiwei fell one after another, and screams rose one after another in the rainy night.

Master Yuanchi sits quietly on the pleasure boat, like an ancient Buddha statue. Time has carved deep wrinkles on his face, but it cannot conceal the extraordinary tranquility.

He closed his eyes slightly, holding the wine glass gently in his hand, taking a sip of wine from time to time, then picked up a peanut and put it into his mouth, savoring it carefully, as if the battle outside had nothing to do with him.

Despite the deafening shouts and cries of killing all around and the constant flashes of swords and sabers, the tranquil aura emanating from him made the corner of the pleasure boat seem like a peaceful pure land.

His inner strength was unfathomable, and he seemed to be surrounded by an invisible air shield. Any flying weapon fragments and surging true qi aftermath would be quietly dissolved and dissipated into nothingness as soon as they approached him, as if he had become one with the world and created a world of his own.

Facing the ferocious Jinyiwei, Shi Feiyang had a stern expression, his eyes revealing determination and perseverance.

He activated the Mingyu Gong, and a faint blue light instantly appeared around his body. A biting cold aura quickly spread out from him.

The moisture in the air quickly condensed into countless tiny ice crystals, falling down one after another, flashing a cold light in the dim rainy night.

Those Jinyiwei elites who were charging in the front felt a chill rushing from the soles of their feet to the top of their heads. It was as if the acupuncture points all over their bodies were instantly pierced by countless tiny ice needles. They felt severe pain at first, and then lost consciousness. Their bodies were so stiff that they could not move, and they could only watch Shi Feiyang swinging the Burmese knife in his hand.

Shi Feiyang displayed the Hundred Victories Sword Technique, and the Burmese sword in his hand was like a nimble dragon, flashing with cold light in the rainy night.

His figure flashed, as fast as lightning, leaving only a blurry afterimage. Every time he swung his sword, there was a whirring sound in the wind. As the sword flashed, the sharp blade energy crisscrossed, as if to tear the rainy night apart.

"Swish, swish, swish", the Burmese sword drew dazzling arcs in the air. Wherever the sword light reached, the weapons of the Jinyiwei were cut off, making a crisp "clang" sound.

Seeing this, an elite Jinyiwei shouted loudly, gripping his long sword with both hands, and slashed at Shi Feiyang with all his strength, trying to reverse the defeat. Shi Feiyang's mouth curled up slightly, revealing a hint of contempt. He did not dodge, and when the long sword was about to hit him, he suddenly turned sideways, and at the same time, the Burmese sword in his hand spun rapidly, forming a silver light curtain.

With a "crack", the Jinyiwei's long sword was instantly cut into pieces, and Shi Feiyang's Burmese sword cut into his chest. Blood gushed out like a fountain and quickly dispersed in the cold rain.

At this time, the battle on the pleasure boat became more and more intense. Rainwater mixed with blood and flowed through the cracks in the planks.

Lu Yuan, Cai Kun, Xiang Laixiang and others stood aside, watching Shi Feiyang and Master Yuan Chi being so brave, and secretly groaned in their hearts.

They tried to step forward to help several times, but found that their actions would only hinder the situation. Shi Feiyang's swordsmanship was too sharp, and his inner energy was overflowing. If they were not careful, they could be affected. In desperation, they exchanged a glance, then in a flash, they jumped out of the pleasure boat and stood on the shore, watching the battle on the pleasure boat with resentment on their faces.

The other Jinyiwei who stayed on the pleasure boat did not give up because of their companions' retreat.

With the determination to die, they continued to besiege Master Yuanchi and Shi Feiyang.

However, their resistance seemed so powerless in front of Shi Feiyang.

Shi Feiyang moved as if he was in an empty space, swinging the Burmese knife in his hand tightly and accurately hitting the enemy's vital points with every strike.

"Puff puff puff", one Jinyiwei after another fell down, their screams echoed in the rainy night, and were gradually drowned out by the sound of wind and rain.

Master Yuanchi was still sitting there, slowly savoring the wine and eating peanuts, as if everything happening before his eyes was just an illusory dream.

But the true energy around him was protecting him invisibly, preventing the enemies rushing towards him from getting close at all.

Shi Feiyang fought with increasing courage. The chilling energy of the Mingyu Gong continuously eroded his enemies' bodies, while the fierce attack of the Baisheng Sword Technique made them defenseless. The Jinyiwei who had been besieging them on the pleasure boat had been slain by Shi Feiyang. Corpses lay scattered across the boat, and blood stained the planks red, slowly flowing into the lake under the rain.

The spring rain, like silk, fell densely on Lake Taihu, stirring the once tranquil surface into ripples. The pleasure boat rocked slightly in the wind and rain, its hull clattering against the water with a creaking sound.

Hu Kun gripped the copper staff tightly with both hands, his knuckles white from exertion. He shouted, his voice like a bell, echoing in the rainy night. He suddenly turned, like a black whirlwind, and unleashed the "Six Combinations Staff Technique."

The copper stick in his hand whizzed, leaving a series of afterimages in the air, accompanied by a "woooo" sound of breaking wind. The shadow of the stick was heavy, like an impenetrable net, covering Shi Feiyang's head.

Every time the copper stick was swung, it carried a tremendous force, as if it was going to smash Shi Feiyang directly into the bottom of the lake.

Meanwhile, a disciple of the "Seven Wonders Locking Heart Sword Sect," whose skills had been growing stronger day by day, had a sinister look on his face, like a hungry wolf in the dark night. With a flash of cold light, his sword gleamed like a meteor streaking across a rainy night. With a flick of his wrist, the sword, like a venomous snake, hissed and stabbed straight at Shi Feiyang's throat. His sword moves were bizarre and varied, his movements as intricate and complex as the Seven Wonders, making him impossible to defend against.

Jiang Baichuan, a senior disciple of the "Fox Sword Sect", was not to be outdone. Holding an iron sword, his figure was as erratic as a ghost.

He moved through the wind and rain, his footsteps light and ethereal, like a puff of smoke, making his whereabouts difficult to grasp. The iron sword wielded nimbly in his hand, a cold gleam flashing, the blade carrying a chilling aura as he aimed directly at Shi Feiyang's eyes, intending to defeat him with a single blow.

Facing the combined attack of the three, Shi Feiyang's expression remained stern, his eyes gleaming with fearlessness and determination. He took a deep breath, circulated his energy, and activated the Mingyu Gong. Instantly, a bone-chilling aura surged outward, emanating from him.

The moisture in the air quickly condensed into countless tiny ice crystals, which fell with a rustling sound, gleaming coldly in the dim, rainy night. The cold air, like countless invisible ice snakes, snaked towards Hu Kun, Lian Riwang, and Jiang Baichuan, freezing the air wherever it passed, making a subtle "crackling" sound.

Hu Kun felt a chill running from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, and the acupuncture points all over his body seemed to be hit by countless tiny ice needles in an instant. He felt a sharp pain at first, and then he became numb and lost consciousness, and the attack of the copper stick in his hand also stagnated.

Lian Riwang and Jiang Baichuan also felt the invasion of this chill. Their movements slowed down slightly, and a hint of fear flashed in their eyes.

However, Shi Feiyang did not give them a chance to breathe.

He seized the opportunity, grasped the Burmese knife, and the blade flashed with cold light, like a silver silk thread.

He used the "Golden Dragon Claw" move from the Baisheng Sword Technique, and his figure flashed as fast as lightning, leaving only a blurry afterimage.

Every time he swung the sword, there was a whirring sound in the wind. As the sword flashed, the sharp sword energy crisscrossed, as if it wanted to tear the rainy night apart.

Shi Feiyang rushed towards Hu Kun like lightning, his Burmese knife drawing a dazzling arc in the air as he performed the move "Autumn Wind Sweeping Leaves". Wherever the knife's light touched, the air seemed to be cut by the blade, making a "chi chi" sound.

Hu Kun was horrified and quickly raised the copper stick to resist.

There was a loud clang, like the ringing of a huge bell, which shook the pleasure boat violently and splashed water on the side of the boat.

The copper stick in Hu Kun's hand was almost knocked out of his hand by the force of the knife, his knuckles cracked, and blood flowed down his arm.

Shi Feiyang took advantage of the situation and turned around, swung his Burmese knife and performed a move called "Sword Flash".

The knife flashed, like a dazzling curtain of light, sweeping towards Lian Riwang.

Lian Riwang hurriedly raised his sword to block, and the sword and knife collided, making a series of crisp "clang" sounds.

Lian Riwang only felt a huge force coming from the sword, which made his arm numb and he stepped back repeatedly, leaving several deep footprints on the slippery deck of the pleasure boat.

At this moment, Jiang Baichuan seized the moment when Shi Feiyang's old strength had been exhausted and his new strength had not yet regenerated. He approached like a ghost and thrust his iron sword straight into Shi Feiyang's back. Shi Feiyang seemed to sense this and suddenly turned sideways. At the same time, his Burmese sword spun rapidly, forming a silver light curtain, and he executed the move "Silver Dragon Body Protection". With a "crack", Jiang Baichuan's iron sword pierced the blade curtain and was shattered into several pieces.

Shi Feiyang took advantage of the situation and kicked out, hitting Jiang Baichuan in the chest. Jiang Baichuan's sternum was broken, and he screamed, and his whole body flew out like a kite with a broken string, landing in the lake with a huge splash.

Hu Kun and Lian Riwang were horrified at the sight and tried to flee. But Shi Feiyang would not let them go so easily. He unleashed a "Meteor Chasing the Moon" move, his figure darting past like a meteor, his Burmese knife flashing coldly in the rainy night as he slashed at the two men.

With two "puff" sounds, Hu Kun and Lian Riwang were unable to dodge and were killed by Shi Feiyang with a single blow. Their bodies slowly fell to the ground, and their blood, washed by the rain, flowed along the cracks in the planks of the pleasure boat and into the lake, dyeing the water crimson.

Lu Yuan, a tall man in his thirties, was one of the three great masters of the imperial guards. Seeing his men defeated one after another, his anger suddenly flared up, and his originally stern face was slightly distorted by anger.

He shouted loudly, his voice like a bell, echoing in the rainy night, like a thunder exploding from the ground: "Shi Feiyang, today is the day you die!" Before he finished speaking, the aura around him suddenly changed, and he displayed his famous skill "Ice Palm".

His palms were instantly covered by a layer of crystal frost, and the cold air spread everywhere. The surrounding air became thick because of the coldness, making a "sizzling" sound.

Lü Yuan's body was as fast as lightning. He leaped suddenly, like a hawk swooping down on its prey, and pounced directly at Shi Feiyang, sending up a whirring sound. Cai Kun, a senior disciple of the Jiuzhou Stick School, tightly grasped a long staff made of fine steel, the shaft of which gleamed with a cold light.

He seized the opportunity, tapped his feet lightly, and flew onto the pleasure boat like a flash of black lightning.

The long stick spun rapidly in his hand, making a "whooshing" sound as it broke through the wind. The shadow of the stick was heavy, sweeping towards Shi Feiyang's lower body, intending to trip Shi Feiyang first and disrupt his formation.

The successor of the "Bai Family Swordsmanship" has always been Xiang, with a nimble figure and a long sword in his hand that shines with cold light.

He roared angrily and landed on the pleasure boat as lightly as a nimble swallow.

The long sword was waving in his hand, the sword light flashed, and each swing was accompanied by a "swish" sound, going straight to Shi Feiyang's vital parts. Cooperating with the offensive of Lu Yuan and Cai Kun, they formed a three-sided pincer attack.

Facing the siege of three people, Shi Feiyang remained calm, with fearlessness and determination in his eyes.

He took a deep breath and activated the Mingyu Gong. A faint blue light instantly enveloped him, and a bone-chilling aura surged outward from him. The moisture in the air quickly condensed into countless tiny ice crystals, which fell with a rustling sound, colliding with the cold energy emanating from Lü Yuan's "Ice Palm" and making subtle crackling sounds.

Lü Yuan's "Ice Palm" was the first to strike, his palms carrying a biting chill, like two sharp ice swords, striking Shi Feiyang's chest. Shi Feiyang remained calm, deftly dodging the swift blow by turning his body to the side.

The wind from Lu Yuan's palm passed by Shi Feiyang's clothes closely, causing the corner of the clothes to solidify instantly, making a "crunching" sound.

At the same time, Cai Kun's long stick had swept across Shi Feiyang's feet.

Shi Feiyang tapped his toes and soared into the air like a soaring eagle. Cai Kun's long stick swept through the air and struck the deck of the pleasure boat with a loud bang, causing the boat to shake violently and splashing water around the side.

The moment Xiang Laixiang aimed at Shi Feiyang in the air, he swung his long sword and performed the "White Snake Spits Out Its Tongue" move. The sword light was like a silver waterfall, going straight for Shi Feiyang's throat.

Shi Feiyang spun lightly in mid-air, like a graceful dancer, his Burmese sword spinning rapidly, forming a silver shield of light that successfully blocked Xiang Laixiang's long sword. The blades clashed, emitting a series of crisp "clang" sounds, and sparks flew everywhere.

Shi Feiyang took advantage of the moment when the three men had exhausted their moves and exposed their weaknesses, and used his Hundred Victories Sword Technique.

His movements were as swift as lightning, and the Burmese knife flashed with cold light in the rainy night. Every time he swung it, it was accompanied by the sound of "whoosh" wind. As the knife lights crossed, the sharp knife energy seemed to tear the rainy night apart.

He attacked Lu Yuan, using a move called "Autumn Wind Sweeping Leaves". Wherever the knife flashed, the air seemed to be cut by the sharp blade, making a "chi chi" sound.

Lu Yuan panicked and quickly crossed his palms, using the internal force of "Ice Palm" to resist.

There was a loud clang, like the thump of a huge bell, causing pain in the eardrums of those around him. Lu Yuan felt a tremendous force coming from his palm, causing his arm to go numb. He stepped back repeatedly, leaving deep footprints on the slippery deck of the pleasure boat.

Seeing this, Cai Kun shouted loudly, and his long stick drew an arc in the air, smashing towards Shi Feiyang's back. Shi Feiyang seemed to have a premonition and quickly turned around, swung his Burmese knife, and performed a "blade flash" move.

The knife flashed, like a dazzling light curtain, tightly wrapping around Cai Kun's long stick.

　Lü Yuan, Cai Kun, and Xiang Laixiang all gave wonderful performances in the book "Getting the Divine Power at the Beginning".

　　
　
(End of this chapter)