Chapter 113: Defeating A-Da and A-Er

"You!"

A-Da and A-Er glared at Zhang Jie.

Zhang Jie defeating A-San with one palm happened in the blink of an eye,

and it was only then that experts of the Ruyang Wang Fu like A-Da and A-Er came to support A-San.

"Good thief, take your life!"

Seeing his good brother A-San end up in such a state, A-Da was furious.

His sword moves were sharp and ruthless, and he struck extremely fast,

using his thick internal energy to drive a sharp precious sword, performing extremely exquisite swordsmanship.

For a time, there were sword shadows within several meters of Zhang Jie,

as if it were not one person swinging a sword at Zhang Jie,

but seven or eight sword experts besieging him!

At the same time, A-Er, who came from the same Western Regions Jin Gang Gate as A-San,

and was skilled in the Great Jin Gang Divine Palm, drove his own body, which was said

to be no less than the thick internal energy of the Jin Gang Gate's founding patriarch, Fire-Working Monk,

and struck at Zhang Jie from behind with a whistling force.

"What an exquisite siege!"

Lu Zhangke, who was protecting Ruyang Wang on the side and did not join the siege, knowing that in a siege, more people were not necessarily better,

and that tacit understanding was more important than numbers, looked shocked.

He looked at his junior brother He Biweng, and both saw shock in each other's eyes:

Shocked by Zhang Jie's superb Wu Gong in defeating A-San with one palm,

and also shocked by the exquisite and seamless siege of A-Da and A-Er.

I fear that any one of them would not be the opponent of this siege.

"Good swordsmanship."

Zhang Jie looked at the heavy sword shadows in front of him, which were sharp and unusual,

and filled with murderous intent, and could not help but praise.

Compared with A-Da's swordsmanship, the sword dance of Zhou Zhiruo that he appreciated at Emei was simply child's play.

"You take a finger from me too!"

Zhang Jie, who was happy to see such talent, joined his middle and index fingers together, presenting a sword-finger shape, and pointed at A-Da.

The One-Yang Finger, which had reached the first-rank transformation realm, shot out a finger force that was like substance.

A-Da, who was pointing his sword at the thirty-six vital points of Zhang Jie's body, felt his temples jump wildly at this moment.

The spiritual sense that had saved him many times told him:

If he could not take this finger, he would die!

'My wish has not been fulfilled! I have not yet made that

despicable villain who took the position that should have been mine pay the price; I cannot die!'

Under the pressure of his unwillingness, A-Da erupted with power far exceeding his usual level.

When Zhang Jie's finger force was less than three feet from his heart,

he actually withdrew the precious sword in his hand and blocked it in front of the finger force!

"Crack!"

The precious sword worth a thousand gold instantly broke, the cross-section as smooth as a mirror!

At the same time, the remaining finger force, which had been deflected,

pierced through A-Da's shoulder, crushing his scapula into powder.

"Haha! I survived, I survived!"

A-Da did not even look at the precious sword that only had a hilt left in his hand,

or the wound on his shoulder that was constantly bleeding bright red blood,

he now only had the joy of surviving in his heart.

However, when his gaze shifted to Zhang Jie, who was still composed and calm,

his laughter stopped abruptly: when did he, A-Da, become like this?

When he roamed the Jianghu in the past, Zhang Jie had not even been born!

"What is my life worth? A joke?"

A-Da was completely dejected.

At the same time, A-Er, who was besieging from behind, also arrived a few feet away from Zhang Jie.

Looking at Zhang Jie, who seemed to have been attracted by A-Da's full attention,

and had no reaction to his back, a smile appeared on his face:

"Good opportunity!"

Under the blessing of internal energy, his palm, which looked like it was made of pure gold,

struck at Zhang Jie's back vital point silently with surging, unparalleled power.

'Even if Zhang Sanfeng took this palm of mine, he would be seriously injured if not dead!'

A-Er's smile became more and more ferocious.

"Wrong!"

But when his palm was only three feet from Zhang Jie's back, his expression changed drastically.

According to common sense, even if his attention was not behind him,

a peerless expert like Zhang Jie would have protective Qi within three feet of his body.

But at this time, not only did Zhang Jie's protective Qi have no effect,

but the figure in front of him was empty,

as if the person in front of him was not a great expert who defeated A-San with one palm

and pierced A-Da's scapula with one finger, but a mass of void air!

Just as A-Er realized something was wrong and wanted to withdraw immediately to join the Xuanming Elders,

the figure of Zhang Jie in front of him suddenly became illusory.

A-Er could even see the dejected A-Da through the transparent chest of "Zhang Jie"!

"Bad! It's a phantom image formed by Qi!"

A-Er's face twitched, his face becoming ghostly due to excessive excitement.

"A bit of knowledge."

Zhang Jie's voice, with a hint of a light laugh, entered his ears from behind A-Er.

A-Er hurriedly turned around to defend, but unfortunately, it was too late.

Zhang Jie, who had arrived behind him at some point, pressed a palm on his crown.

The vast Qi instantly crushed the defense of his Great Jin Gang internal energy.

"Uh!"

A-Er's eyes rolled back, and he fainted.

Thump.

His tall and sturdy body immediately fell to the ground like a golden mountain collapsing and a jade pillar toppling.

"Spiral Nine Shadows?!"

Glancing at Zhang Jie standing behind A-Er,

and then staring at the phantom of Zhang Jie about to dissipate in front of A-Da, Ruyang Wang's expression was extremely ugly.

Unlike the Western Regions Jin Gang Gate where A-Er came from, which only had a history of a few decades,

his Ruyang Wang Fu was a great noble family of the Great Mongol State that had a heritage from before the Great Yuan was even established.

His ancestors had a very deep impression of Guo Jing, the Golden Sword Son-in-Law who had blocked them in Xiangyang for decades,

and along with it, a rough description of the Wu Gong used by Guo Jing had also been passed down.

And the Wu Gong where Zhang Jie left a phantom and hid his true body under the cover of the phantom,

perfectly matched his ancestor's description of the Spiral Nine Shadows.

No, the phantom Zhang Jie left was so lifelike that even an expert like A-Er was deceived,

and this phantom had not completely dissipated even after more than ten breaths,

which had far exceeded his ancestor's description of Guo Jing's Spiral Nine Shadows.

In other words, Zhang Jie's attainment in the Spiral Nine Shadows at least far exceeded Guo Jing's!

"Since Zhang Shaoxia has already achieved his goal, why not leave early?

If people in the palace go to the camp to mobilize a large army,

even with your Wu Gong, I fear it will be difficult to retreat unscathed!"

Lu Zhangke, while staring fixedly at Zhang Jie's every move, opened his mouth to persuade.

He Biweng also had full of apprehension in his eyes;

although the two brothers were the most powerful experts in the Ruyang Wang Fu,

A-Da and A-Er were also rare experts in the Jianghu.

Even if the two brothers joined forces, they would need at least dozens of moves to defeat A-Da and the others who were also joining forces,

how could they be defeated with just two palms and one finger like Zhang Jie?

Although Zhang Jie's attack on A-San had the suspicion of a sneak attack,

it was an indisputable fact that Zhang Jie's Wu Gong was more than one level higher than theirs.

His senior brother Lu Zhangke was lustful, and he, He Biweng, was fond of wine;

the two brothers joined the Ruyang Wang Fu for the sake of glory and wealth,

for better enjoyment, not to risk their lives against experts like Zhang Jie.

Ruyang Wang, with a gloomy face, also squeezed out a smile:

"Old Lu is right, why doesn't Zhang Shaoxia leave as soon as possible?

If the army comes, it won't be good if harmony is damaged."

'So that's how it is.'

Zhang Jie was also suddenly enlightened in his heart.

He said why he had been here for so long and made such a big commotion,

but the Ruyang Wang Fu's guard team and the like had not arrived.

It turned out that the army had been reduced and sent to the camp.

Even if the residence of Ruyang Wang, the Great Yuan's Grand Marshal of Military Forces, was attacked,

he still had to mobilize troops from the camp.

However, although Zhang Jie was somewhat surprised, he felt that this really seemed to be within reason:

Ruyang Wang was the Great Yuan's Grand Marshal of Military Forces,

and there were a group of experts like the Xuanming Elders and A-Da in the residence;

if there were another elite guard of hundreds of people,

then, how could the person in the palace sleep?

If one day Ruyang Wang's ambition swelled and he planned to clear the Emperor's side, what then?

Not to mention that the Tang Dynasty's Taizong relied on the eight hundred men of the Tiance Mansion to kill his brothers and imprison his father,

creating the Great Tang's famous Xuanwu Gate succession method.

The Great Yuan had changed eleven emperors in the eighty or ninety years since Shizu Kublai!

After Kublai reigned for 24 years, 9 emperors were changed in about 40 years,

with each emperor reigning for about 4 years on average; the succession of the throne was too frequent.

For the person in the palace, he had to guard against the Han people and the major Jianghu sects,

but even more so, he had to guard against heavy ministers like Ruyang Wang who held great power!

Seeing Zhang Jie lost in thought, Ruyang Wang, thinking there was a chance, continued to guarantee:

"As long as Zhang Shaoxia retreats now, I guarantee there will be no retaliation."

"Retaliation?"

Zhang Jie, who had come back to his senses, sneered:

"Is the Prince not afraid that I will come to the Wang Fu again?"

Ruyang Wang's face turned green upon hearing this: Zhang Jie had come this time,

and he had already scrapped experts like the Eight Heroes of the Divine Arrow, A-Da, and A-Er.

If Zhang Jie came again, wouldn't he become a commander of a bare pole?

Seeing his father stuttering, Zhao Min stood out and stared at Zhang Jie without fear:

"What will it take for Zhang Shaoxia to retreat?"

Zhang Jie pointed to the Xuanming Elders:

"Very simple, hand them over to me, and I will leave immediately."

"You..."

Zhao Min's pretty face was puffed up with anger.

Not to mention whether they were willing to hand over the Xuanming Elders, the Xuanming Elders were not made of mud!

Their reputation as the number one experts of the Ruyang Wang Fu was fought out!

"Junior, how dare you!"

Seeing Zhang Jie treat his two brothers as fish on a chopping board,

as if they were already at his mercy, Lu Zhangke could not help but be furious.

"Senior brother, stop talking nonsense, since he is relentless,

then let us brothers see exactly how much weight this disciple of Old Daoist Zhang has!"

He Biweng picked up his signature weapon, the crane pen, and pointed it at Zhang Jie.

"Exactly!

Back then, we injured Zhang Wuji, making him suffer from cold poison,

and we didn't see Old Daoist Zhang come to seek revenge, which shows Old Daoist Zhang is nothing much!"

After cheering himself and his junior brother up, Lu Zhangke waved his deer-headed short staff and struck at Zhang Jie. ===== CHAPTER 114 =====