Chapter 102: Golden Silk Armor

Afei's sword is very fast.

A kind of pure speed.

A kind of speed without any variation.

Often, having no variation is the most terrifying variation.

But for Yu Liancheng, wanting to surpass him solely by sword speed is still far from enough.

Afei wanting to become a truly peerless swordsman is also still very far off.

Yu Liancheng did not even blink; as the sword light reflected on his face, he flicked his finger, and a Dopokongzhijin struck out, hitting the sword body with a crisp "ding" sound.

——Breaking Void Divine Finger.

This is inherently an extremely brilliant martial art, and even more so when performed by Yu Liancheng, instantly shattering the sword light.

The "scrap iron" in Afei's hand could not have withstood such a strike, but with a flick and a turn of his wrist, he not only neutralized the finger force but also thrust out a sword even more swiftly.

Yu Liancheng shook his arm, and he had already retreated and flown backward.

He also wanted to see this Flying Swordsman's sword technique, but the kitchen was too small to perform it properly.

Afei's fast sword followed closely, one strike faster than the next.

Yu Liancheng's expression was indifferent; when he reached the main room, he no longer retreated, his right hand curled into a claw, and he grabbed out amidst a howling of ghostly winds.

Only a "chi-la" sound was heard as the air was torn by the claw.

And Yu Liancheng's right hand had already merged into Afei's sword light. His movements were sharp and exquisite; his ten fingers were like hooks, and every time he swiped, he brought with him a sharp and chilling force—this was the "Soul-Capturing Nether Claw."

Afei only felt himself enveloped by a chilling aura, and a sense of coldness arose in his chest, as if he could be gutted by the opponent's claw at any moment. But his face remained coldly unchanged, and he simply continued to thrust his sword.

Yu Liancheng also remained calm, his five fingers shifting; no matter how fast or fierce Afei's sword was, it could never escape between his five fingers, as if it were a bird in a cage, struggling in vain.

Instead, the fingertips and the sword spine collided constantly, and the immense, chilling aura transmitted from the sword body always made Afei feel it was difficult to cope with.

Suddenly, Afei's wrist shook, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he thrust out another sword.

With this thrust, both the sword momentum and sword speed had reached their peak.

Afei seemed to have poured all his essence, energy, and spirit into this one strike, the sword light as swift as lightning.

Yu Liancheng did not disturb him, waiting calmly for the sword's momentum to reach its zenith before reaching out and pinching forward with two fingers.

And so, it was gradually pinched by Yu Liancheng, unable to advance an inch.

Afei let out a cold snort and turned his wrist, wanting to pull the sword out, but only heard a "ka" sound as the sword broke into two pieces.

This sword was truly a "toy"; that it could last until now was already not easy.

Yu Liancheng wore a smile, his palm patting lightly on Afei's chest.

Afei let out a muffled groan, spat out a mouthful of blood, and using this force, he broke through the window and disappeared into the vast snowy landscape in the blink of an eye.

The speed at which he escaped was also very fast, and he did not use any special movement technique; it was just that every muscle, every bone, every nerve, and even every drop of blood in his body was perfectly coordinated.

And for a "beast" like Afei who had lived in the Wilderness since childhood, once he escaped, it would be difficult for others to hunt him down.

"Escaped quite fast."

Of course, Yu Liancheng had no intention of hunting him down, just some regret.

The current Afei is, after all, still a bit too green.

Perhaps his experience in fighting beasts is sufficient, but compared to a true master, he is still a cut below, and not yet the "Flying Swordsman" who shines alongside the "World's Fastest Blade" Fu Hongxue.

Yu Liancheng walked back into the kitchen.

The old man had already been frightened to the point of trembling and unable to speak.

"Golden Lion" Zha Meng and his party were already formidable figures, yet they were pierced through the throat by Afei's sword.

Afei's fast sword was like flight, yet Yu Liancheng had injured him without even using a weapon.

These people were all ruthless characters.

And yet one was more ruthless than the next; how could he not be afraid?

"Old man, don't be afraid. I won't hurt you. I would like to ask you to do two things."

Yu Liancheng smiled, handing over a substantial ingot of silver. He was rarely stingy with money; although he was no longer the Green Clothes Tower Master, with his brilliant martial arts, could he not take whatever wealth he wanted in the world?

"Guest... Guest, please speak." Holding the silver, the old man's heart settled a bit; money is the most direct and effective means to soothe the human heart. Moreover, this guest was very approachable, not as arrogant as Golden Lion Zha Meng, nor as cold as Afei.

"First, help me peel off the golden vest under his clothes. Second, find a clean room and prepare some wine and food; I am a bit hungry." Yu Liancheng smiled and flicked his finger, knocking out the man who had been tied to the chair and was attempting to escape.

"Yes... yes..."

Before long, a golden vest that looked quite ordinary appeared in Yu Liancheng's hand.

This was the Golden Silk Armor, one of the so-called "Three Treasures of the Martial Arts World." In truth, it did not have much use, because unless two evenly matched masters were fighting, an ordinary person who obtained it would inevitably lose their life.

And now, it had become a hot commodity that everyone chased after.

The old man led Yu Liancheng to another room. After enjoying a short moment of tranquility, the old man knocked and entered, carrying a tray with a few small dishes and a pot of wine.

"Guest, please enjoy. If you have any further instructions, just call for this old man." The old man placed the tray on the table and was about to retreat when Yu Liancheng laughed and said, "Drinking wine and admiring the snow alone, while having its own charm, is inevitably a bit boring. Old man, why not stay and have a couple of cups with me?"

The old man waved his hands repeatedly, saying, "Thank you for your kindness, guest, but I still have to deal with... deal with those corpses. Otherwise, if others see them and report it to the authorities, this old man wouldn't be able to explain himself even with a mouth."

Yu Liancheng waved his hand and said, "In that case, you may go down first."

The old man left, and Yu Liancheng sat alone to drink wine, eat, and admire the snow scene.

After about the time it takes for a stick of incense to burn, there was a knock on the door: "Guest, do you want to rest here tonight? I can prepare a guest room for you."

He called out several times, but unfortunately, there was no response from inside.

The door was pushed open, and Xiao Laotou walked in again, only to see Yu Liancheng slumped on the table, appearing to be in a deep sleep or unconscious.

"Heh, having raised that meatball for so many years, it finally has some use. His poison is indeed quite powerful." The old man no longer had his previous timidity and cowardice; he chuckled and reached out to grab the Golden Silk Armor on the table.

"Old man, were you thinking about having those two cups with me after all?"

The old man did not take the Golden Silk Armor away, because another hand had already pressed down on it.

This hand was slender, powerful, and the nails were trimmed neatly, almost without a single flaw, and the owner of the hand was looking at him with a smile.

"Come, I have always been a generous person; I invite you to have a drink."

Yu Liancheng's right hand held a wine cup, which he had already extended from afar.