Chapter 82: The Worthless Title

"In this world of martial arts, the so-called 'Number One Under Heaven' is truly the most worthless thing."

"It is only because the people of the world do not know that someone can emerge from nowhere and trample that so-called 'Number One' beneath their feet."

The youth in red smiled slightly:

"Mu Daoren, you certainly have foresight, bringing over most of the people you recruited for your Ghost Villa."

"And as for this Invisible Men organization, aside from that old man, the three of you should be the ones with the most peerless martial arts."

He nodded with pleasure:

"The loneliness of being invincible is something only you can understand."

"Only now does this old Daoist realize that the waters of the martial arts world are far more turbid than I imagined." Mu Daoren said with an expressionless face:

"No wonder the saying 'there is always someone better, and a heaven beyond heaven' has been passed down since ancient times."

Gong Jiu asked in a harmonious voice:

"Hua Manxin, do you truly believe that with your own strength alone, you can resist our combined forces?"

"Resist?" Zhuang Buran said with a serious face:

"It is you who must try your best to preserve your own lives under my encirclement and slaughter."

As soon as his voice fell, everyone suddenly felt a strange sensation, feeling a momentum surging from the youth in red, like a mountain or a peak, towering and peerless, as if it had obscured the full moon in the sky; before him, they felt even more like ants or mosquitoes, tiny and humble.

Hai Qikuo, Du Tiexin, Gao Tao, and the others gritted their teeth and lunged out simultaneously.

Their airtight cooperation instantly made the onlookers feel that there were few people in the world who could withstand such a combined strike.

Only to see Hai Qikuo, burly and fierce, using the strength of 'five men opening a mountain' with the iron hook in his hand, taking the lead; Du Tiexin protected his chest with one palm and opened the way with his right fist, sticking closely behind him, while the others all used their most ferocious ultimate techniques to strike at the various fatal points around the youth in red.

With a wave of his hand, the youth in red condensed Qi at his fingertips, a flicker of sword Qi pulsing; with a few 'bang, bang, bang' sounds, these experts, all of whom possessed first-class martial arts, tumbled down, crashed to the ground, and died.

"These mediocre ones are truly an eyesore; there is absolutely no need for them to exist."

The few who had not yet made a move narrowed their eyes, especially Mu Daoren, for he knew clearly the origins of the subordinates he had recruited.

There were the hall masters of the seventy-two strongholds of the Black Path, heroes who roamed the seven seas and dominated one side.

There were also experts from the seventy-two interlinked docks, and one of the six island masters among the South Sea sword group whose reputation was second only to Ye Gucheng.

There was also a famous master of the evil path whose hand techniques were ruthless, with a White Bone Claw on the left hand and a Black Bone Claw on the right, from which no one who was struck could be saved.

Although he could also use extremely fast swordplay to wipe them all out, he could never do it so lightly and easily, as if assisted by gods.

He felt even more that Hai Qikuo and the others had been intentionally throwing their lives away, allowing their flaws to be easily seen through, leading to them being killed in a single strike.

This made the unfathomable nature of the youth in red's martial arts even more apparent; standing there like viewing flowers in a mirror, seemingly static but actually capturing the rhythm of all things, as if he had glimpsed the changes of the Three Talents, making it impossible for anyone to escape the cause and effect.

"When the enemy is weak, supplement their momentum; when the enemy is strong, diminish their excess." Gong Jiu said with wonder and surprise:

"Just between this strength and weakness, capturing the gaps in their power to easily take lives, you are indeed a rare grandmaster in this world."

Mu Daoren also said:

"The moves are like clouds rolling and unfurling, using softness to overcome hardness, yet hidden with murderous intent; it can be said that the Heavenly Dao is inconstant, and only change is suitable."

Ximen Chuixue remained expressionless, ignoring the scene that had just occurred, raising the sword in his hand, and said:

"This sword is a sharp weapon of the world, three feet and seven inches long, with a net weight of seven catties and thirteen taels."

"I am not interested in your challenge to the world; I only want to see the sword technique you used to defeat Ye Gucheng."

"You were originally like City Lord Ye, walking the path of the heartless sword; his sword technique is like the clear sky and white clouds, flawless and unblemished, and he can be called a Sword Saint; you are extremely pure, emphasizing that a sword drawn must kill, killing in a single thought, making your sword intent cold and stern, your sword moves simple, without complex changes, and you can be called a Sword God."

Zhuang Buran said indifferently:

"When a god transforms into a person with emotions, they also possess human weaknesses; for an expert, no matter how small this weakness is, it is enough to be fatal."

"Your sword has already been tied with an invisible thread."

"What I want to see is Ximen Chuixue in his peak state, not this half-crippled product of today."

As he spoke, his figure moved like a ghost, and a palm pressed onto Ximen Chuixue's chest at some unknown moment, immediately sending him flying, after which he crashed to the ground, vomiting blood incessantly, and lay limp on the ground.

In an instant, Zhuang Buran's footwork was like waves crashing against the shore and rocks piercing the sky, yet his figure seemed like flowing clouds passing through a gap, leaving no trace; he printed a fist onto a person's heart, immediately sending him flying horizontally, turning into a pile of rotten meat on the ground.

"If you are a fake, stop putting on airs here."

Before all the onlookers could react, they saw the youth in red breaking through the bamboo like a hot knife through butter, killing many strong experts in succession; seeing that even Ximen Chuixue and the White Cloud City Lord were not a match for a single move, they could not hide the shock on their faces.

However, upon hearing his mocking words, they could not help but look over, only to see that the 'Ye Gucheng' who had died suddenly had his skin torn, as if he had been wearing a human-skin mask, and they suddenly became suspicious and uncertain.

At this moment, there were still six people on the ridge of the hall: Mu Daoren, Gusong Jushi, Shi He, Gong Jiu, Gong, Niuroutang, and Minister He.

Now, facing a formidable enemy, they were surprisingly tacit, standing in six different positions, surrounding the youth in red.

Zhuang Buran carried one hand behind his back and lifted the other slightly, saying:

"Come, if you make me take the initiative again, I fear you will not have the slightest chance of winning."

Shi He drew his sword suddenly, and it could be seen that his sword technique was not much slower than 'Flying Immortal from Beyond the Heavens', and the sword took a treacherous path, the moves were sinister and tricky, and the sword momentum was even more extremely ruthless, as if he wanted to perish together with the enemy.

The youth in red seemed slow, but in fact, he clamped his two fingers together extremely quickly, surprisingly clamping onto the blade.

"Lingxi Finger!"

Many of the onlookers exclaimed.

Sikong Zhaixing could not help but mutter:

"How do I feel that this finger technique in his hands is even more ingenious and marvelous than the one Lu Xiaoji uses!"

At the same time, Gusong Jushi, who was the only successor of the Bashan Swordsman Gu Feiyun, drew his sword, but saw cold, gloomy sword Qi pressing toward the youth in red's eyebrows, and the flashing sword light was emerald green.

Zhuang Buran's fingertips vibrated slightly, and the blade was snapped in two by force; the broken blade made a 'chi' sound, piercing through Shi He's throat; he ignored the incoming emerald sword light and laughed:

"If you like to play with life-risking tactics, then I will send you to hell."

After saying this, he channeled the Zhouliu Thunder Energy to his hand, meeting the incoming sword light with a fierce and violent momentum.

The 'Thunder Sound Electric Dragon' is divided into Yin and Yang; Yin is still and Yang is moving; the Yang dragon is that white Qi like a dragon, coming and going suddenly, destroying objects, while the Yin dragon is silent and invisible, hidden within the human body; within ten steps, it can resonate with the Yang dragon from afar, dominating the direction of the Yang dragon so that it does not lose control.

Although the Yin dragon is hidden in the human body and cannot leave the host, its power is extremely great; when channeled to the hand, it burns wood and splits stone, surpassing axes and knives.

Gu Feiyun suddenly drew a half-circle, swung it flatly, and blocked upward; this block was hard yet soft, and although it blocked the strike containing the Yin dragon's power outside the gate, he was still knocked back by the immense power it contained.

He stepped on the ridge of the hall, and the sword light erupted, turning into a piece of green light, using all his strength to perform the 'Seventy-Seven Forty-Nine Moves of the Returning Wind and Dancing Willow Sword'; its sword momentum was like mist, like a clear breeze without a trace, coming and going without a trace.

"Excellent, worthy of the 'Seventy-Seven Forty-Nine Moves of the Returning Wind and Dancing Willow Sword' that the old Daoist Gu roamed the world with in the past!"

Suddenly, Minister He's figure staggered like a drunkard, his palms supporting the void as if supporting the bright moon, and green smoke rose from his palms, yet the moves were like the sky collapsing and the earth cracking, mixed with the ethereal meaning of flowing clouds and water.

He launched a fatal strike that perfectly integrated hard and fierce power with Yin and soft power against the youth in red.

"Flowers blooming and falling are all natural; killing invisibly is the true character of a drunken guest; your 'Drunken Lying Liuyun Seven Killing Hands' are not quite good enough."

"Bang!"

Minister He was hit by a white Qi like a dragon and sent flying; when he fell to the ground, he already had only breath going out and none coming in.

(End of chapter)