Chapter 78: Stick, Knife, Sword

In Macau, there are very few companies that occupy several large buildings.

Many companies consider it good to rent half a floor.

Like this park, several large buildings have different functions and are rented or sold to different people, which is also a common thing.

Old Man Yin and the others usually move around in the building on the west side of the road, and it was actually the first time they came to this conference hall building, which was only three stories high and particularly spacious.

And they entered from the south gate of the conference hall building.

Naturally, they didn't know that as early as the morning, the north gate of the conference hall building had welcomed a group of distinguished guests.

That was a group of distinguished guests who came to the second floor of the building to participate in a gambling competition.

Inside the magnificent hall, twelve casino bosses sat, each followed by a personal bodyguard.

They all came with high spirits, trying to annex the assets of their competitors and challenge the King of Gamblers.

But now, they were all sweating profusely, and the bodyguards had no breath.

Someone held the table with both hands to avoid falling.

Someone sat in the chair with a gray face, gasping for air, seemingly only exhaling and not inhaling.

"Xia Houwei, what means did you use?"

The fierce woman with tattoos all over the back of her hands held the wine glass beside her, "We were very careful about the wine and food; you couldn't have had the chance to poison it."

The mixed-race man in a suit with blue eyes stood by the gambling table: "Because this is not poison, it is resentment."

"The carrier of resentment is gathering under everyone's feet, but the soundproofing is very good, and you were focused on gambling before, so you didn't notice it."

"Originally, only a small part of this resentment was directed at you, but under the influence of the ritual, all this resentment will roll over you."

Xia Houwei's tone was flat, "Resist hard; the more you resist, the faster your mental power cultivation will be washed away by this resentment."

"In the end, your souls will become important ingredients for this great sacrifice, heh, just as important as the salt on roast meat."

Hong Ying covered her chest with one hand and buckled the table with the other, sweating like rain: "You, you are actually a ghost-worshipper."

"I don't accept it, I haven't challenged Nie Longding yet, to become the King of Gamblers..."

Xia Houwei's tone changed: "Are you worthy of challenging him?"

"You people, what you study is gambling, or cheating? When did competing in cheating methods become the only criterion in gambling games?"

Xia Houwei showed a look of reverence, "Father said, he once went astray, but later finally understood the true meaning of gambling and hasn't played small tricks of cheating for more than ten years."

"The true essence of gambling lies in speculation, small to the success or failure of a table, a family, or a village, and large to the wind and cloud changes of the world and era."

"You are also lucky today to experience the essence of gambling as sacrifices."

Everyone looked stunned: "The person behind this is... Nie Longding?"

Boom!!!

Everyone felt a violent shock under their feet.

That thick solid wood table was blasted to pieces by a cone-shaped thing rushing up from below.

Concrete debris and wood blocks were overturned into mid-air, crashed into the ceiling, and bounced everywhere.

The twelve people sitting around the large table, who were already overwhelmed, all fell backward and rolled into gourds.

Hong Ying vaguely saw a somewhat familiar face, and her body hit the corner of the wall, passing out.

Seeing Chu Tianshu blasted a large hole, stepped on the edge of the large hole with his back foot, his body moved forward, and he crossed to the solid ground of the floor.

Xia Houwei retreated repeatedly, pulled out two short knives from behind his waist, and looked at the intruder with anger and shock.

"You are the mastermind..."

Seeing Chu Tianshu hadn't finished speaking when he couldn't help but raise his head.

Although this hall was luxurious, in terms of area, it was much smaller than the conference hall below.

Arriving here, those resentments seemed to have combined with quite a bit of mental power, becoming more organized.

Therefore, Seeing Chu Tianshu could see at a glance that these things were still flowing upward.

"Why is there another floor?!"

Seeing Chu Tianshu wanted to laugh in anger.

"You crazy people who worship evil spirits, taking compatriots as sacrifices, and you have to prepare several more floors so that the evil spirits can eat more delicately, right?"

Before the words fell, he had already killed his way out.

This sword was open and closed, just a chop on the head.

Xia Houwei's body lowered, seemingly wanting to dodge to the side, and at the same time, both hands came out, the knife tip picking upward.

This person used a fighting method similar to double short sticks, with short and urgent force, mostly using the knife tip to hurt and kill people.

In stick techniques, there is a saying "no double sound for a stick," which is a unique skill in the parrying method.

The tips of the two sticks hit the enemy's weapon at the same time, but one hand is responsible for offsetting the enemy's force, and the other hand can take the opportunity to pierce through the weak point.

Xia Houwei's movements were clearly slower than Seeing Chu Tianshu's.

But he used leisure to wait for work, actually able to accurately use one knife to top toward the hilt of Seeing Chu Tianshu's long sword, and the other knife "topped" toward Seeing Chu Tianshu's arm.

Seeing Chu Tianshu's movements didn't change, but his arm suddenly shortened by a large section.

It was as if his arm was originally extremely elastic; when he swung the sword out, it was stretched, and now it naturally retracted.

Through-the-Back Fist, the original meaning refers to the channel in the back, which can retract one arm and push it into the skin bag of the other arm, one hand extremely short, one hand extremely long.

Therefore, in this set of fist techniques, there are both long-arm methods and short-arm methods.

This retraction in the blink of an eye.

Xia Houwei's front-hand knife stabbed into Seeing Chu Tianshu's forearm and was shattered on the spot by the iron-incantation copper rope wrapped around his forearm.

If his knife quality was good enough, it wouldn't be shattered, but would slide away under the action of the vibrating force.

But no matter what, Seeing Chu Tianshu had already taken advantage of this touch to change direction and wipe.

Slash!!

The sword blade swept past, and Xia Houwei's head was sprayed into mid-air by blood.

Killing this kind of opponent didn't even need to use the mental power stored in the sword.

Anyway, whether used or not, it was a one-second thing.

Seeing Chu Tianshu's arm bent slightly, the sword tip pointing upward, about to repeat the means of breaking through the floor again.

Suddenly, his eyebrows furrowed, and he moved two steps to the side.

Except for the few bloodstains just sprayed on the ceiling, there was no abnormality.

Seeing Chu Tianshu stared at the ceiling but moved forward three steps.

The place of insight fed back a unique feeling to him, and the Three-Seven Divine Sword made his induction clearer.

The naked eye couldn't see through the ceiling.

But in his mind's eye, he seemed to see a figure on the floor above, also holding a weapon, moving at the same frequency.

The difference was that Seeing Chu Tianshu's sword tip was upward, and that person's weapon was downward.

The third floor, an elegant and plain white decoration style, with a few potted plants in the corners.

There was an altar with three concentric circles made of white tiles and concrete, located in the north position of this floor.

Liu Tianxu's human-head baby-body statue sat on the altar, and Wang Zifang stood beside it.

Around the altar, there were nearly twenty people sitting, all in a half-dead coma.

There were rough stitches on their wrists.

Nie Longding was about twenty meters away from the altar, his eyes fixed on his feet, his sandalwood staff slightly adjusting the direction.

Wang Zifang asked in a low voice: "Cult Master, what, what is this?"

"Someone is rushing up from below; it's a very tricky guy."

Liu Tianxu's voice was also a bit low, "Didn't you understand that sound just now?"

"That person directly blasted through the barrier between the first and second floors."

Wang Zifang hurriedly said: "Someone discovered this place, what should we do?"

"What's the panic? This place has already been shrouded by the Overflow Zone, and there won't be many people who can get in."

Liu Tianxu revealed the calm of an experienced person, "The ritual has already started; unless they come here to destroy the altar, it doesn't matter who they kill below."

"Hehehehe, the Longhua God will bless us!"

Nie Longding heard the conversation behind him, his white eyebrows moved, a little annoyed.

He didn't worship any Longhua God.

He spent two years preparing general offerings with outstanding children he had secretly adopted, and then went to choose ghosts and gods to sacrifice.

This kind of ghost and god naturally needs a channel for communication in reality, cannot be too weak, and needs to have a certain reputation.

Nie Longding chose and chose, and chose Longhua, but learned another thing from Liu Tianxu here.

Sacrificing to ghosts and gods in the Spirit Realm, the larger the scale, the more Spirit Realm impurities are carried when the power of ghosts and gods is bestowed.

Besides offerings and assistants.

There also needs to be a group of people in the filtering position to bear those Spirit Realm impurities; these people will lose their sanity, but they will also become good puppets.

Liu Tianxu dared to take action when the officials were visiting the mausoleum back then precisely because he had accumulated a large number of such fearless puppets under his command besides the followers.

Nie Longding therefore took action against Scarface's people.

Anyway, acting last night and starting the sacrifice today, the time is short enough, and it is foolproof.

Unexpectedly, someone still came in to make trouble.

The two children below, I'm afraid...

Under Nie Longding's thick eyebrows, they were full of killing intent, and his footsteps moved another half meter.

The cold perception locked onto that person below.

Seeing Chu Tianshu looked up, didn't move, his arm moved to the right, and the sword tip was still pointing upward.

Several black-suited young figures jumped up from the large hole behind.

"What's wrong?"

The leader asked, and seemed to sense something, and stopped talking.

The most widely spread and well-known fist technique in the southeast coastal area is Hung Ga.

These six people were all experts selected from the Hung Ga sect, specifically responsible for protecting Shen Yuntai, proficient in firearms, driving, and security work, and had been through many battles.

Even if their perception was not as keen as Seeing Chu Tianshu's.

Looking at Seeing Chu Tianshu's appearance, they could guess the general situation from experience.

The six people looked at each other and pulled two short sticks from behind, twisting them together.

The short sticks danced a stick flower, and the two ends swung out a section of stick body, all stuck dead.

Six special eyebrow-height sticks appeared in their hands.

Several people walked to Seeing Chu Tianshu's side and deliberately left a position.

Seeing Chu Tianshu felt something, moved sideways, and slotted into their empty position.

Seven people walked in circles like watching flowers on horseback.

Suddenly a man in black entered the middle position, and after a second, he swapped positions with another man in black.

Seeing Chu Tianshu only cared about walking in circles, and in the time it took to walk half a circle, he saw the man in black in the middle swap at least four times.

He restrained his aura, tried to keep his gaze calm, and was similar to the people in black around him.

Seven people suddenly scattered, expanding with the same stride.

The six people also showed admiration for Seeing Chu Tianshu's agility in responding to changes.

Seeing Chu Tianshu, however, had a little doubt in his heart.

Even if they could temporarily make the person above hesitate.

But when Seeing Chu Tianshu used the Three-Seven Divine Sword to blast the floor, the other six couldn't make such a big movement.

Do they have to give up the method of attacking the floor?

But the person above has extremely sharp perception and strong threat; using other methods to go up, they still have to face the problem of being preempted.

Seeing Chu Tianshu thought of this, but saw the man in black directly opposite him shake the stick head.

The force of this stick was heavy and thick.

Hung Ga eyebrow-height stick technique, also called door-flag stick.

Because this set of stick techniques is displayed like a big flag waving, there is a unique "pocket smashing force."

The man in black shook the stick head, simply as if he had rolled a mass of viscous air on the stick head and smashed it toward the sky.

Boom!!!

This stick smashed on the ceiling, only blasting out some cracks.

But judging purely by sound, it was completely not inferior to Seeing Chu Tianshu's previous sword.

Seeing Chu Tianshu felt that the person above moved half a step toward that position and suddenly turned back.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Three men in black shook their sticks and smashed toward the sky at the same time.

Seeing Chu Tianshu's eyes shone, he exerted force on his sword, and stood up abruptly.

The moment he stood up, two more men in black shook their sticks upward.

Boom, boom, boom!!

Nie Longding heard several loud noises, almost overlapping, his fierce and cold gaze twisted, and he raised his left hand high.

A dozen sharp rays scattered from his palm, turning colorless halfway, attacking different positions.

The moment Seeing Chu Tianshu broke through the floor and came up, the broken steel bars and concrete around his body were moving outward.

A touch of invisible sharpness reached his chest.

Seeing Chu Tianshu's figure soared, and in a sway, he kicked the edge of the hole with his right foot, and swept across the hole with his sword.

Nie Longding's focus locked on, waving his staff with both hands; because he exerted too much force, the staff body almost bent into an arc in the process of breaking the air.

Bang!!

The wooden sword and wooden staff collided, debris flew, and they bounced apart.

The wooden staff shattered, revealing the long knife inside.

The surface of the wooden sword lit up, presenting a solid and smooth luster, like crystal and metal.

The knife and sword changed direction instantly, colliding again, blade against blade.

Clang!!!

Nie Longding's hand gripping the knife had bulging veins, and his face was full of fierce and intimidating aura, not at all like an old man.

His pupils moved, and he discovered the colorless card obliquely inserted into Seeing Chu Tianshu's chest and abdomen.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 79 =====