Chapter 150: Formless Tribulation Finger (Sixth Update, Seeking Monthly Votes)

Hu Bugui.

Hu Fengzi.

The man is erratic, and his martial arts are also wildly inconsistent.

He wanted to deal with Yu Liancheng, yet he first slapped himself a dozen times, his face swelling up.

"In this life, how can everything go as one wishes?" Yu Liancheng advised instead: "Besides, your martial arts are a hundred thousand miles away from mine. Thinking of teaching me a lesson is nothing but a daydream."

"Bastard." Hu Bugui was furious and cursed: "I am a man who is moody, topsy-turvy, unable to distinguish right from wrong, and damn it, I am truly no good. But you, a fellow who looks refined yet is actually arrogant and rude, thinking yourself so high and mighty, are also no good."

At this moment, servants had already brought up a few pots of wine.

Hu Bugui picked up a pot of wine, tilted his head back, and was about to drink directly from the spout when his eyes suddenly shifted: "Although I am a madman, even a madman knows etiquette. You are the host here, and since the host invites me to drink, I naturally must pour wine for the host first to show my respect."

Yu Liancheng smiled: "Good, pour it for me."

"Since I am a madman, a madman's toast is different from that of an ordinary person." Hu Bugui grinned, flicked his wrist, and the wine pot in his hand flew toward Yu Liancheng.

This throw had no extraordinary momentum, as if any random person could catch it.

But when the wine pot was not far from Yu Liancheng, cracks suddenly bloomed across it, and then with a "Bang!", it exploded; the wine and shards did not splatter in all directions, but instead struck Yu Liancheng head-on.

Every shard was a hidden weapon.

Every drop of wine was likewise a hidden weapon.

In an instant, these unique hidden weapons had already tightly surrounded Yu Liancheng, covering him from head to toe.

Yu Liancheng's expression did not change; he suddenly rolled his cloud-like sleeves, which seemed like layers of black clouds stirring the air currents, and all those shards and wine were wrapped up by that patch of black clouds.

The black clouds rolled and retracted.

A wine pot had already appeared in Yu Liancheng's hand.

The wine pot was covered in cracks, as if it would shatter at a touch.

Yet, it did not shatter.

Yu Liancheng held the wine pot, tilted his head back, gulped it down until the pot was empty, wiped the corner of his mouth, and still savored it: "Fine wine and beautiful people should not be failed, yet there are those who do not understand this point."

"Very good. To have the nickname 'Six Absolute Mad Guest', not only is the person very mad, but this ability is also very mad."

Hu Bugui's expression changed slightly, but he soon revealed a smile: "Let me, this Hu Fengzi, weigh just how much you are worth, and whether you are truly qualified to be this mad."

Hu Bugui had already shot out like lightning.

The Bamboo Sword in his palm flickered, conjuring dozens or hundreds of emerald-green sword shadows; the Sword Qi transformed into a vast net, layer upon layer, seemingly endless and continuous, covering Yu Liancheng.

Guo Songyang frowned slightly; from this one sword strike alone, he could see that this person's sword technique had reached the pinnacle of perfection.

Even if he were to strike himself, he might not necessarily be able to defeat Hu Bugui.

But the target of his strike was Yu Liancheng.

The longer he spent with Yu Liancheng, the more Guo Songyang understood Yu Liancheng's terror.

He could guarantee that if Yu Liancheng went all out without holding back, Hu Bugui would last at most thirty moves.

Or perhaps, twenty moves?

But Yu Liancheng had a habit: whenever he encountered a famous expert, he wanted to observe the other party's ultimate martial arts. Once he had seen enough, he would then leisurely defeat the opponent.

It was likely no different this time.

"Weigh my worth? I'm afraid you aren't qualified."

Facing the Bamboo Sword coming from Hu Bugui, Yu Liancheng not only did not meet it head-on, but instead stood with his hands behind his back, smiling, seemingly ignoring the Bamboo Sword slashing toward him.

Guo Songyang could not understand.

No matter how high Yu Liancheng's martial arts were, could he really deal with an expert like Hu Bugui just by standing still?

But the situation that followed was even more incomprehensible to Guo Songyang.

Yu Liancheng remained standing just like that, while Hu Bugui's sword technique was natural and seamless, turning the sword momentum into a vast ocean, surging toward Yu Liancheng wave after wave.

But for some reason, his sword momentum would always vanish into nothingness at its peak, forcing him to change moves again to attack Yu Liancheng.

Yet no matter how his sword technique changed, he could never touch even a corner of Yu Liancheng's clothing.

Every time he was about to strike Yu Liancheng, he was forced to use another move.

This scene was very strange.

Strange to the extreme.

"Fingers!" Afei suddenly said.

"What?" Guo Songyang was startled.

Afei's eyes flashed with a sharp and keen light: "Yu Liancheng's fingers."

Guo Songyang looked at the hands Yu Liancheng had behind his back and finally discovered what was wrong.

Whenever Hu Bugui swung his Bamboo Sword, Yu Liancheng's fingers would always move.

If it were just a coincidence once or twice, that would be one thing, but it happened every single time; there was definitely something fishy going on.

"Formless Tribulation Finger."

Although Afei had sensed that those hands were the cause, his knowledge of the various sects and schools in the Edo was truly limited. While Guo Songyang's observational skills were not as good as Afei's, he was a well-informed person and guessed the reason at once.

It was the Shaolin "Formless Tribulation Finger".

Colorless and formless, soundless and shapeless, it descends with disastrous finger force in total silence.

Yu Liancheng was originally a master of Sword Dao, his sword technique exquisite and peerless; the "Three Flawless Styles" could even be considered the God of swords, a sword technique unparalleled throughout history.

With his discernment, he could likely see the flaws in Hu Bugui's sword technique and strike them with the "Formless Tribulation Finger".

And with Hu Bugui's sword technique, it could not be resolved by formless finger force alone.

But the "Formless Tribulation Finger" is soundless and formless, and Hu Bugui could not see the situation behind Yu Liancheng; seeing his own exquisite sword technique being inexplicably broken, it was inevitable that he would become flustered, and the flaws in his sword moves would naturally increase.

Guo Songyang was indeed an expert who had been famous for many years; apart from Yu Liancheng using a bit of "Mind-Capturing Technique" to disrupt Hu Bugui's focus, he had guessed everything else correctly.

"Long Xiaoyun, but I truly cannot avenge you. Yu Liancheng, I indeed lack the ability to weigh your worth; I am leaving."

Just then, Hu Bugui let out a long whistle, the sword light filling the sky dissipated, and Hu Bugui had already swept out of the window.

This man was Hu Fengzi, not a fool, so naturally he would not risk his life for a dead man, especially since that dead man had been someone who disgusted and repulsed him while alive.

"Go well, I'll see you off."

The hand Yu Liancheng had kept behind his back was finally brought to his front; his palm was lustrous like jade, and he struck out with a palm force from a distance, hitting Hu Fengzi squarely in the back, causing Hu Fengzi to immediately fall from the air like a kite with a broken string.

Yu Liancheng did not even look, simply telling the servant to prepare a new table of wine and dishes, then looked at Guo Songyang: "Did you deliver the item I told you to give to Shangguan Jinhong?"

"I delivered it." Guo Songyang hesitated for a moment, then added: "But is it really good for you to give that thing to him?"

"Of course it is very good."

Yu Liancheng looked out the window at the hazy night, his gaze seemingly reaching a very distant place: "I have stayed here long enough; once Shangguan Jinhong is dealt with, it will be time to set off again."

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