Chapter 455: Wang Jiangshui—Death

Cheng Feng's slightly mocking voice rang out in the courtyard, like a thorn piercing straight into Wang Jiangshui's already taut nerves.

Wang Jiangshui was already filled with humiliation and rage from being driven into a desperate situation by Wei Zhuang; hearing these words now, he was even more furious, like a lion thoroughly provoked.

"Die for me, old man!" Wang Jiangshui roared, and the precious sword in his hand suddenly shone with great brilliance.

It was as if water droplets were rolling along the blade, flickering with an eerie and sharp luster under the moonlight.

His figure moved, pouncing toward Wei Zhuang like a bolt of lightning, and the Dripping Water Sword in his hand traced out fine, sharp sword marks that poured down toward Wei Zhuang like raindrops.

This Dripping Water Sword Technique was Wang Jiangshui's signature skill; every strike contained powerful force and exquisite technique, with sword moves that were continuous and impossible to guard against.

It was a famously fast sword.

At this moment, he struck in anger, pushing the power of this sword technique to its limit, and the surrounding air whistled as it was sliced by the Sword Qi.

Wei Zhuang, however, remained indifferent, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly to reveal a look of disdain.

"Comparing speed with me?

Within three feet, I am the only master."

He gave the Shark Tooth Sword in his hand a light flick, and a cold, chilling intent immediately radiated from the blade, as if it could freeze everything.

Facing Wang Jiangshui's storm-like attacks, Wei Zhuang was unhurried, his figure weaving through the rain of swords like a ghost, and every wave of the Shark Tooth Sword precisely neutralized Wang Jiangshui's offensive.

"Is this all you've got, Gang Leader Wang?" Wei Zhuang mocked while dealing with him with ease. His voice was cold and sharp, piercing Wang Jiangshui's heart like a Sharp Blade.

Wang Jiangshui's inner rage grew even more intense; he let out a loud shout, his Blood Qi surging wildly, raising the power of the Dripping Water Sword Technique to another level.

One could see the precious sword in his hand like a nimble water snake, at times winding and twisting, at times straight as an arrow, stabbing toward Wei Zhuang's vital points.

Wei Zhuang's eyes narrowed; he felt the immense power of this wave of Wang Jiangshui's attacks. But he did not retreat; instead, it ignited his fighting spirit.

"Truly a decent opponent."

Wei Zhuang swung the Shark Tooth Sword rapidly, weaving a dense sword net in front of him, blocking Wang Jiangshui's attacks one by one. At the same time,

he spotted an opening, suddenly exerted force, and the Shark Tooth Sword thrust toward Wang Jiangshui's chest like a black bolt of lightning.

Wang Jiangshui was startled and hurriedly dodged to the side. But Wei Zhuang's sword speed was too fast; the tip of the sword still sliced through his clothes, leaving a shallow wound on his chest. Fresh blood seeped out along the wound, staining his clothes red.

"Gang Leader!" The members of the Jiangshui Gang who had gathered around let out cries of alarm upon seeing Wang Jiangshui injured.

They wanted to step forward to help, but their path was blocked by Cheng Feng.

After Cheng Feng's physical body had broken through,

facing the Jiangshui Gang members, whether they were at the Bone Refining or Organ Refining level of Martial Artist,

Cheng Feng basically only needed one move.

That was to throw a punch; once the fist arrived, the person fell.

Stepping over the corpses of a dozen gang members with gaping holes in their chests,

Cheng Feng crossed his arms and said easily, "You lot had better behave and stay put; don't go up there and cause trouble. Otherwise, don't blame me for being impolite."

Although the Jiangshui Gang members were furious, seeing Cheng Feng and that formidable strength, they dared not act rashly.

They could only watch helplessly as Wang Jiangshui and Wei Zhuang clashed intensely, their hearts filled with worry and helplessness.

Wang Jiangshui panted heavily, his eyes filled with unwillingness and despair.

He feared he would find it difficult to defeat this young man before him today.

But as the leader of the Jiangshui Gang, how could he easily admit defeat? He gritted his teeth, gathered the Blood Qi in his body once more, and prepared for a final, desperate struggle.

"Old Wei, don't waste time with him; finish this quickly," Cheng Feng urged from the side.

Wei Zhuang nodded. He no longer held back his strength, and a powerful aura radiated from his body, like a waking beast. The Shark Tooth Sword in his hand shone with great brilliance, like a burning flame.

"Horizontal Sweep of the Eight Directions."

He roared and launched his most violent attack against Wang Jiangshui.

His figure moved like electricity, and his sword moves swept toward Wang Jiangshui like a storm.

From afar, it looked like a black dragon charging straight at his opponent to tear him apart.

Wang Jiangshui tried his best to defend, but under Wei Zhuang's powerful offensive, he gradually felt unable to keep up.

Several wounds were carved onto his body, and fresh blood flowed continuously, dyeing his clothes red.

Unfortunately, after Wei Zhuang unleashed his ultimate move, "Horizontal Sweep of the Eight Directions," his fate was already sealed.

"Swish."

"Swish."

"Swish."

Three flying knives flew straight toward Wei Zhuang, attempting to besiege Wei to save Zhao.

Cheng Feng took a sword-step forward and caught the incoming flying knives as easily as reaching into a bag, laughing, "Where did these petty scoundrels come from, treating me as if I don't exist?"

As a swordsman, Wei Zhuang's alertness went without saying;

seeing Cheng Feng make his move, he focused entirely on delivering "Horizontal Sweep of the Eight Directions" to Wang Jiangshui's throat.

Wei Zhuang's Shark Tooth Sword was like a black dragon emerging from an abyss, reaching Wang Jiangshui's throat with a sharp whistle that tore through the air.

Wang Jiangshui's pupils shrank, the hair on his neck standing on end; he could clearly feel the killing intent condensed on the blade spreading across his skin.

"Blood River Method—Explode!"

He suddenly looked up and let out a sorrowful howl, fine beads of blood seeping from every pore on his body, making him look as if he were draped in a blood-red veil under the moonlight.

This was the Jiangshui Gang's forbidden technique, the Blood River Method, which used essence blood as a catalyst to briefly increase one's cultivation, but would result in broken meridians and becoming a cripple afterward.

Clang—

At the critical moment, Wang Jiangshui slammed the Dripping Water Sword horizontally in front of his neck; the tip of the Shark Tooth Sword pierced three inches into the blade, sparks flying blindingly.

He used this impact to retreat violently, his feet plowing two deep furrows into the bluestone floor until he stopped upon hitting a corridor pillar. A burning, stinging pain came from his throat, and a line of blood dripped from his chin onto his lapel.

Wei Zhuang slowly withdrew his sword, the blood beads on the Shark Tooth Sword rolling down the serrated blade like a string of scarlet pearls under the moonlight.

"Even if you use a forbidden technique, you still cannot escape your fated death."

Wang Jiangshui was shocked to discover a small hole torn in his throat.

It was this very hole that left him with only breath going out and none coming in.

This was his trachea having been precisely severed by Wei Zhuang.

Cheng Feng toyed with three throwing knives, the blades flowing between his fingers like silver fish: "You rat hiding your head and showing your tail, get out here!"

Cheng Feng suddenly flicked his hand, and three cold glints shot toward the eaves on the right in a triangular formation. Amidst the sound of shattering roof tiles, a black shadow soared into the air and veered toward the tree canopy on the left.

"Want to leave?" Cheng Feng tapped his toes on the ground, his figure rushing toward the tree canopy like a cannonball.

The black shadow leaped between the branches and suddenly flung out five Tougujing.

Cheng Feng did not dodge or evade, letting the hidden weapons strike his flesh and spark, instantly closing to within three feet of the black shadow.

"Get down here!" He formed his five fingers into a claw and violently dragged the black shadow down from the canopy.

The black shadow did a flip in mid-air, and a soft Sword slid from their sleeve to stab at Cheng Feng's face.

Cheng Feng tilted his head to dodge, and the soft Sword coiled around his right arm like a nimble snake.

"Seeking death!" Cheng Feng's muscles knotted, and he snapped the soft Sword by brute force.

Cheng Feng pressed forward and slammed a straight punch toward the black shadow's chest.

The black shadow crossed their arms to block, but a crisp sound followed as both forearms fractured simultaneously.

Cheng Feng pressed his advantage, driving his knee into the opponent's abdomen; the black shadow flew out like a broken sack, crashing into a stone table and shattering it to pieces.

The person in black was shocked: "What kind of monster is this guy?"