Chapter 15: If you have a gun and don't use it, how can you become a grandmaster?

Zhang Jie, whose skills were high and whose courage was great, calmly pushed open the window and leaped in.

"Good skills!"

Seeing Zhang Jie's swallow-like, fluid movements, Wang Chuang's pupils couldn't help but shrink.

Even if he were to do it, he was afraid he couldn't do it with such lack of "smoke and fire" (effortlessness).

"Haha, I wondered who it was; it turns out to be a weakling."

The other bandits didn't have Wang Chuang's discernment; one by one, they looked at Zhang Jie's seemingly thin and withered figure under the black clothes,

without a few taels of muscle, and sneered.

For them, who were accustomed to judging strength by the size of their physique and muscles,

without muscles that were swollen to the point of explosion and a height that stood out from the crowd, he couldn't intimidate them.

"Great Chief, watch me capture him!"

Third Brother, eager to make a contribution, raised his waist saber and was about to kill Zhang Jie.

"Third Brother, go for it!"

"Third Brother, mighty!"

The other bandits cheered for their Third Brother one after another.

A good portion of them had already started betting on how many moves Zhang Jie could last in their Third Brother's hands.

Suddenly, Bandit Third Brother fell down clutching his stomach less than three meters away from Zhang Jie.

The waist saber in his hand fell to the ground with a "clatter."

"Third Brother, what's wrong with you?"

The other bandits were confused.

Even Zhang Jie was a bit dumbfounded, not knowing what medicine Bandit Third Brother was selling in his gourd.

Just now, when he was aggressively charging at Zhang Jie,

Zhang Jie thought he possessed some unique skill and was specially on high alert!

Just when Zhang Jie was ready to circulate his internal energy and draw his long sword to meet the enemy, this Third Brother suddenly fell to the ground.

Zhang Jie inexplicably wanted to laugh: Could this Third Brother be a clown sent by a monkey?

Was he trying to laugh him to death?

However, wanting to laugh was one thing, but Zhang Jie still raised his vigilance, fearing that this Third Brother would play some new tricks.

Capsizing in the gutter was not allowed!

"Poison, there's poison in the wine!"

Third Brother, who felt his stomach churning like a river and sea, as if burned by fire and cut by knives, pointed at Wang Chuang and said tremblingly.

"What? There's poison in the wine?"

The bandits, who had just been drinking wine like water, were shocked.

If there was poison in the wine, didn't that mean they had already been poisoned too?

"Great Chief, why did you poison your brothers?"

A smart bandit already knew who had poisoned them.

In this Wild Boar stronghold, besides Wang Chuang, the Great Chief, who else had the opportunity to poison everyone?

"Great Chief, do you not care about brotherly loyalty?"

A bandit was filled with grief and indignation, loudly accusing Wang Chuang.

However, for many years, Wang Chuang had accumulated deep authority in the Wild Boar stronghold,

making them, even if poisoned, still not dare to call Wang Chuang by his name directly.

"Brotherly loyalty? How much is brotherly loyalty worth?"

Wang Chuang, still sitting on the tiger-skin chair, looked indifferent.

"Thump!"

"Thump!"

Bandit after bandit, poisoned, followed in Third Brother's footsteps, falling to the ground clutching their stomachs and rolling back and forth.

In a short while, in the entire hall, only Wang Chuang and Zhang Jie remained unscathed.

"Clap, clap, clap!"

"Great Chief Wang has great determination and a ruthless heart."

Witnessing this scene, Zhang Jie couldn't help but applaud lightly.

This Great Chief Wang, upon knowing that he couldn't feed this group of hungry wolves who had tasted blood,

decisively chose to strike first to avoid the outcome of being devoured by the hungry wolves.

And what could make Wang Chuang make such a "warrior breaking his wrist" decision was nothing but the death of Ximen Qing.

And the news of Ximen Qing's death had only come out from the Ximen family and the county government yesterday.

In other words, Great Chief Wang had only thought for one night before deciding to kill all his brothers to eliminate future trouble!

"Haha!

A person with small capacity is not a gentleman; a person without ruthlessness is not a husband (man). You are too kind with your praise."

Facing Zhang Jie's sarcasm, Wang Chuang not only didn't mind, but was also very proud.

The only thing he felt a pity about was that this black-clothed man who suddenly broke in interrupted his plan.

Otherwise, his plan would have been perfect.

However, as long as he killed this black-clothed man, his plan would still be perfect!

"Great Chief, you poisoned us.

Now that someone has sneaked up the mountain, what method do you have to deal with him?"

Among the bandits rolling on the ground, an old bandit spoke up, his words full of satisfaction.

Judging by his many years of experience in the *Jianghu*, except for a few greenhorns who had just started,

a guy who dared to come alone to stake out their stronghold must be high in skill and bold in heart.

And judging by the black-clothed man's calm appearance just now, and the fact that he was chatting with them,

this black-clothed man was not only an old hand but also an expert with unique skills!

In other words, this black-clothed man likely had the ability to fight their entire Wild Boar stronghold!

Now, without these brothers as help,

even if Wang Chuang was the strongest in personal combat in their Wild Boar stronghold,

he would probably die at the hands of this black-clothed man.

"Great Chief, we'll wait for you on the road to the Yellow Springs!"

A bandit's eyes were full of resentment.

They could accept dying from the counterattack of guards during a robbery, and they could accept dying from government suppression;

even if caught by the government and executed at the vegetable market, they would have no complaints.

But they couldn't accept dying from a backstab by their own people,

especially when this person was the Great Chief Wang Chuang, whom they trusted the most and obeyed unconditionally!

"Haha, don't worry about that.

Also, if you want to wait for me on the road to the Yellow Springs, you'll have to wait a little longer."

Wang Chuang laughed loudly, without a trace of fear.

Excluding the possibility that he was a madman, the only option was that he had other reliance.

Wang Chuang flipped open the tiger skin behind him and took out an object from behind the log-built large chair.

"Divine Arm Crossbow?"

Zhang Jie, who saw clearly what was in Wang Chuang's hand, exclaimed.

The object in Wang Chuang's hand, looking at its shape, was clearly a Divine Arm Crossbow, with a bow body made of mulberry wood,

sandalwood tips, equipped with an iron stirrup, a gun head, and a copper horse-face tooth trigger device,

with a string length of two feet five inches and a bow body length of three feet three inches,

with a range between 240 and 340+ paces!

The power of this Divine Arm Crossbow was extremely astonishing, capable of penetrating half a *ga* (shaft) into elm wood,

and its power was not inferior to modern light firearms!

Zhang Jie was also very wary looking at this Divine Arm Crossbow.

Although he had internal energy and light-body skills,

he was not confident in taking on this Divine Arm Crossbow, which was comparable to modern firearms in power.

According to his rough estimation, in *The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber*, only two people could completely ignore the Divine Arm Crossbow:

one was Zhang Sanfeng, who was already a hundred years old and had created unique skills like Taiji Fist and Taiji Sword,

and the other was Zhang Wuji, who had mastered both the Nine Yang Divine Art and the Great Shift of Heaven and Earth!

Others, such as the Xuanming Elders, Abbess Miejue, the White-Browed Eagle King, the Golden-Haired Lion King Xie Xun, and other top-tier martial arts world experts,

would surely die on the spot if hit in a vital spot by this Divine Arm Crossbow!

Of course, with the eyesight and speed of these experts, it was very difficult for the Divine Arm Crossbow to aim at them.

"You have good discernment indeed."

Wang Chuang was even more certain that the black-clothed man in front of him had an extraordinary background.

This Divine Arm Crossbow was a heavy military weapon, and only those from noble families or those with long military experience could recognize it.

Wang Chuang himself had once been a member of the Western Army, but unfortunately, he was cowardly in battle and dared not engage the notorious Western Xia Iron Harriers,

so he stole a Divine Arm Crossbow and a dozen crossbow arrows and fled back to his hometown.

But the military kept a very strict watch on the Divine Arm Crossbow, and someone actually traced it back to him later based on the traces of him

using the Divine Arm Crossbow all the way,

so he had to flee his hometown and finally came to Wild Boar Mountain to become a bandit.

It was precisely because he had such a great killing weapon in hand that he could be so calm

and chat with Zhang Jie, this black-clothed man whose background and skills were both unknown.

"Great Chief Wang is also bold as heaven."

Zhang Jie clicked his tongue in wonder.

Although our Great Song had always been called the "Great Coward," incompetent in foreign wars, it was extremely competent in civil wars:

Since Emperor Taizu Zhao Kuangyin seized the world from the orphans and widows of the Chai family to establish the Great Song, more than a hundred years had passed.

Over these years, there had been dozens of various uprisings, but all had been suppressed by the Great Song one by one.

This was partly because our Great Song "shared the world with scholar-officials," preventing the insurgents from gaining recognition from the literati,

and partly because our Great Song executed an extremely strict ban on military weapons.

Although swords and ordinary hunting bows were not banned, armor and bows/crossbows were strictly prohibited, which could be called strict prevention and defense.

There was a saying among the people: "One set of armor is worth three crossbows; three sets of armor will send you to the underworld."

And what Wang Chuang hid was the Divine Arm Crossbow, a special type of bow/crossbow;

even sentencing him to the execution of his entire clan would not be an exaggeration.

Even if Wang Chuang had already become a bandit and the laws of the Great Song could no longer reach him,

once the government knew he was hiding a Divine Arm Crossbow, it would inevitably be a massive army pressing at the border, plowing the court and sweeping the lair!

"As long as you and they all die here, who would know that I am hiding a Divine Arm Crossbow?"

Wang Chuang pointed at Zhang Jie, then pointed at those "brothers" lying on the ground, and stated his solution.

Saying this, Wang Chuang began to string the Divine Arm Crossbow.

He had secretly practiced stringing it countless times over the years,

and he was sure he could string the bow before Zhang Jie reached him, and then pierce Zhang Jie's heart with one arrow!

"Heaven is destroying us!"

The bandits lying on the ground waiting for death, seeing no hope for revenge, all wailed incessantly.

"Heaven? With a crossbow in hand, I am Heaven!"

Wang Chuang's expression was arrogant.

He had already begun to imagine that after killing everyone here, he would take his savings from these years and fly far away,

find a place where no one knew him, buy hundreds of acres of land, marry a few wives,

have a few fat sons, and live a life of "wife, children, and a warm *kang*."

Thinking of this, a happy smile appeared on Wang Chuang's face.

It was hard to imagine that such a smile would appear on the face of a ruthless killer like Wang Chuang.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, a crisp sound rang out.

The smile on Wang Chuang's face froze.

Because a small, circular wound the size of a little finger appeared between his eyebrows,

and drops of red and white mixed liquid slowly flowed out from it.

The bandits looked at the strange weapon still emitting white gas in Zhang Jie's hand and fell into a daze.

Just now, this black-clothed man had taken out this strange short-barreled weapon from his sleeve in a flash of lightning,

pointed it at Great Chief Wang Chuang on the platform, and with a sound like a thunderclap,

Great Chief Wang had fallen onto his tiger-skin chair.

"Hoo~"

Zhang Jie blew on the muzzle and spoke slowly:

"Beyond seven steps, the gun is fast; within seven steps, the gun is both accurate and fast."

Just now, although Zhang Jie was a bit wary after Wang Chuang took out the Divine Arm Crossbow,

he was not afraid, precisely because he carried the truth that transcended the era.

See, Great Chief Wang had been persuaded by him in one go and would never express any opposing opinions again.

As for why Zhang Jie still used firearms after having martial arts?

Zhang Jie: If you have a gun and don't use it, how can you become a grandmaster?

Learn about Gun-Fu.

When a martial arts expert knows gun techniques, even gods can't stop them! ===== CHAPTER 16 =====