Ma Jiamen: I was forced to fight for supremacy

On the south street of Qingshui City, the sun was scorching hot.

There was almost no one on the entire main road of South Street. Only a few shops were open, and the owners were hiding in the shops to cool off.

South Street is equivalent to a community in the city of the previous life, and it is not very big.

Most of the people living here are indigenous people. Under the governance of the marquisate and local officials, the people here live a very stable life.

Next to the main street of South Street, there is a water shop run by an old man named Li.

Almost every citizen in South Street drinks the water delivered by Old Man Li’s servants.

Delivering water is a purely physical job. Old man Li and a few of his men work from dawn to dusk just to earn a hard-earned living.

Ma San stood under the shade of a tree, looking at the water shop not far away.

He sighed and muttered to himself.

"The cicada hunters in Jianghu are really getting worse with each generation. No wonder Lao Jiu can use them as tools to pass on messages."

During the days when Ma Zhan went crazy in the salt field town, Ma San was chatting with Master Liang, the cart pusher on South Street, and learned that a nephew of Old Man Li had come to work in the shop.

The boy is good at talking. He smiles at everyone he meets all day long and calls them "uncle" and "auntie" very often.

With just a few simple words, Ma San discovered the trick.

The people of Qingshui City live a good life, and Old Man Li and his family have been living in Qingshui City.

Old Man Li’s eldest brother went out to sea with the Ma family’s fleet and made a lot of money.

He sent his two sons to Qingshui Academy to study, hoping that they could pass the imperial examinations and bring honor to the family.

You have to know that these two guys are scholars. It doesn't make sense that one of them gave up studying to work for his uncle.

Ma San climbed over the wall and landed on the top of the wall in the backyard of the water shop in a few seconds.

He saw a young man drawing water from a well. Judging from his figure and physique, he was no longer a scholar but a warrior.

While Ma San was observing the young man, Ma Jiu came to Qingshui Academy with a sword on his back.

Ma Er came to the door of Li Lao Da's house in the shipyard town, holding a Fang Tian Hua Ji.

Ma San was extremely cautious in this operation and prepared for a month until all the targets were identified.

Ma San did not hesitate and immediately notified the bandit camp in Laoshan and the salt field town to take action, not even willing to wait until dark.

Ma San looked at the young man in front of him and suddenly felt his breathing stagnate. Old man Li pushed the door open and entered the backyard.

"Now that the guests have arrived, there's no need to hide."

Old man Li no longer looks like a little old man, and his whole temperament is somewhat rebellious.

Standing there with his hands behind his back, he has a hint of immortal air.

At this moment, Ma San confirmed that his inference was completely correct.

Old man Li is no longer here, replaced by the fifth-grade formation master in front of him.

The young man fetching water should be Old Man Li’s nephew. From the panic on his face, it can be seen that this kid has just started practicing martial arts.

Ma San took a deep breath and drew out his two swords with both hands.

Then, a white light flashed, and two swords were placed across the chest, and both swords slashed out at the same time.

The two blade beams formed a cross shape and spread forward with a "bang" sound.

Ma San didn't hesitate at all and violently broke the fifth-grade formation master's confinement formation.

The two swords made a knife flower, and were about to cut through Old Man Li's neck in almost an instant.

Faced with this sudden change, Old Man Li was very upset.

"How could this person be so cruel? He wants to kill me the moment we meet. He seems to have no qualms about killing me at all."

Old man Li has been replaced by the array master in front of him. The reason he thought so was because the array masters in this world are scientists, and there are very few of them.

Especially high-level formation masters are rare.

Just as the two swords were about to cut off Old Man Li's neck, a sword suddenly shot out from the shadow of the young man fetching water.

The long arrow pierced Ma San's ribs. Ma San sensed the danger and immediately gave up on Old Man Li.

He spun the two swords in his hands, and with a "dang" sound, he blocked the hidden sword.

Ma San rushed back a foot, his eyes fixed on the young man fetching water.

Stared at by Ma San, the young man couldn't even move, and only felt his pants were a little wet.

Ma San narrowed his eyes, "Shadow jumps, a natural assassin, is he a demon or a night elf?"

The appearance of this assassin was beyond Ma San's expectations, but also within reason.

The array master's ability in close combat is very weak. In order to ensure his own safety, he must find someone he trusts enough to protect him closely.

However, the fifth-grade array master in front of him was not qualified enough to be protected by the night elves or the demons.

That was arranged by the master behind the scenes. I have to say that the person in the palace was well prepared.

Ma San didn't give the fake old man Li any chance. He jumped up again and tried to chop off his head in the same way.

Old man Li was sweating coldly because he had just confirmed that the other party was Ma San, a retainer of the Ma family.

Another sword appeared from the shadows, this time stabbing towards Ma San's thigh.

A mature assassin has a clear understanding of the human body structure.

The large artery in the thigh is a fatal point that is easily overlooked. It is obvious that this assassin is well versed in the art of assassination.

Unfortunately, the person he met was Ma San, a man who had hovered on the edge of life and death countless times.

Ma San turned in the air and kicked the sword.

The assassin in the shadows did not expect the enemy's kick to be so powerful that the sword was about to slip out of his hand.

In order to hold the sword steady, the assassin exposed half of his body.

"Click~"

Ma San's other foot directly broke the assassin's lumbar vertebrae, causing him to faint.

It seemed that Ma San was on his way to kill "Old Man Li" and stepped on a rat to death.

He did not slow down and stabbed "Old Man Li" in the lower abdomen.

The array pattern on "Old Man Li's" body flashed, and he actually blocked Ma San's attack.

All this was within Ma San's expectations. If one knife missed, the next one would follow.

Ma San's cruelty made Old Man Li panic.

He immediately formed seals with his hands and was about to carve the array pattern in mid-air.

How could Ma San allow Old Man Li to form a formation, so he casually swung his knife upwards.

Ma San knew that Old Man Li had something to save his life, and this knife would not hurt him.

However, everyone has a subconscious mind, especially a formation master like Old Man Li who has little experience in close combat.

When he saw that his hand was about to be cut off by a knife, he subconsciously dodged the blade and quickly withdrew his hand.

Ma San took advantage of the situation and spun in the air, and his two knives drilled into Old Man Li's stomach like drill bits.

The sword energy instantly crushed Old Man Li's internal organs, and a respected fifth-grade formation master died.

The old man Li, lying on the ground, had a dazed look in his eyes. He was in great pain and had many questions.

'Dead? Why is he so decisive?'

Old man Li knew that he could not get the answer, and with the last bit of consciousness, he began to regret.

"I shouldn't have come to Qingshui, I shouldn't have provoked the Ma family."

As Old Man Li lost consciousness, the young man fetching water was almost going crazy.

He knew Ma San, the butler of the Qingshui Marquis Mansion who smiled at everyone he saw.

He knew he was going to die, but he refused to accept it.

He and his brother were both highly regarded by their father. They studied at Qingshui Academy and were expected to pass imperial examinations and embark on official careers in the future.

They will escape the fate of being boatmen and they will have a bright future.