Chapter 57: Three Great Experts

Whether it be activities like playing chess or placing bets, as long as Yu Liancheng is willing, he basically never loses.

It doesn't matter if your chess skills are remarkable or your gambling techniques are peerless; he will simply flip the chessboard over and smash it onto your head.

The gap in everyone's strength is so vast that betting with you is already doing you a favor. If he doesn't bet with you, you can only obediently accept it.

At this moment, Yu Liancheng stands with his hands behind his back, a smile on his face, his gaze disdainful, regarding the crowd of experts as if they were nothing.

The Invisible Men were cultivated by Xiao Laotou himself, their strength extraordinary, and they look down even more upon the heroes of the Central Plains, each of them rubbing their fists and wiping their palms, eager to have a go.

The situation in the Shuige before them grows increasingly chaotic, a great battle on the verge of breaking out, yet Xiao Laotou is not the least bit anxious, merely watching with a smile.

The Sour Scholar looks at Yu Liancheng and says in a tone of astonishment: "Robbery? You, all by yourself, are robbing the dozen or so of us?"

Yu Liancheng nods: "Is there a problem?"

"No problem, not a single problem." The Sour Scholar shakes his head and looks around: "Gentlemen, this person is the 'Jade-Faced Divine Sword' Yu Liancheng, who has recently been the talk of the Edo. It is said that his sword technique is exquisite and peerless, and his palm, fist, and leg techniques are also of the first rank. I wonder who would like to go up and test his martial arts?"

Although these Invisible Men have lived in seclusion on Wumingdao for years, they certainly know quite a lot.

Furthermore, the fame of the "Jade-Faced Divine Sword" is so great that even a deaf person should know of it.

Of course, the experts on the Island are also very arrogant.

They hold the people of the Edo in low regard, believing that as long as any one of them were to step into the Edo, the reputation they would carve out would not be inferior to the likes of Ximen Chuixue or Lu Xiaofeng.

Some of them have already drawn their blades and swords, their faces showing excitement, wanting to see the prowess of this Jade-Faced Divine Sword; after all, not everyone can understand the subtlety of that kick Yu Liancheng delivered earlier.

"For such a big figure who has made a name for himself in the Edo, fighting one-on-one would be looking down on others too much."

The Old Pedant looks at his own hands and mutters to himself, his voice ringing in everyone's ears like a thunderclap. His hands are withered and sallow, with fingernails over an inch long, all ten of which are curled up.

Swish!

His fingers flick, and the curled fingernails suddenly become straight, crystalline and white, flashing with light, spitting out sharp energy as if they were blade edges.

"Well said. I imagine the 'Jade-Faced Divine Sword' certainly won't mind us joining forces." The Little Mustache laughs happily, his palms already covered in Bone-Melting True Qi; a light press is enough to take a person's life.

"Although doing this would be very shameful, fortunately, we are Invisible Men. We don't even have bodies, so how can we speak of face?" The Sour Scholar's wide robes and large sleeves slowly billow, as if filled with vigorous energy, flowing like waves.

The three have prepared to join forces to deal with Yu Liancheng together.

The others unconsciously retreat; although they are all Invisible Men, there are gaps between them as well.

Not only gaps in martial arts, but also gaps in status.

In the arena, only the Sleeping Beauty has a status and martial arts comparable to theirs, but the Sleeping Beauty is very languid, yawning as if she might fall asleep at any moment, not wanting to make a move at all.

"Don't say the three of you are attacking together; even if there were thirteen or twenty-three, I wouldn't care." Yu Liancheng smiles and says: "Rest assured, for Xiao Laotou's sake, I won't take your lives; at most, you'll be lying in bed for a few months."

Xiao Laotou cups his hands and laughs: "Many thanks, many thanks."

"Scoundrel, the three of us dealing with you is already enough."

"So young, I don't know how your martial arts are, but your tone is certainly not small."

Being looked down upon like this, the three are clearly quite angry, especially since Xiao Laotou is actually laughing and responding to Yu Liancheng's words, as if he believes the three of them are indeed no match for Yu Liancheng.

In an instant, the Old Pedant, the Sour Scholar, and the Little Mustache fly up, each using their unique skills to kill Yu Liancheng.

The Old Pedant's attack arrives first, for as he flies, his inch-long fingernails flick repeatedly, several gusts of wind shooting out with a continuous "chi-chi" sound.

One can imagine that if this wind hit a person, it could definitely punch a bloody hole in their body.

Yu Liancheng wears a smile, his five fingers flicking like a blooming lotus, filled with an indescribable aesthetic.

The invisible finger energy strikes through the air, not only dissolving the Old Pedant's attack into nothingness, but the residual energy also forces the Old Pedant to stop and neutralize it, making him a beat slower than the other two.

The Sour Scholar and the Little Mustache arrive almost simultaneously; the two are clearly not joining forces for the first time, their tacit understanding perfect.

Among them, the Little Mustache is in mid-air, his palms striking out, the palm force cold and sinister, the palm wind blowing in gusts, carrying a fishy stench that instantly envelops Yu Liancheng from all sides.

The Sour Scholar's robes billow, and he lets out a thunderous shout. He punches through the air, his energy nearly perfectly rounded. As this punch strikes out, he appears incredibly violent, as if he could kill a cow with one blow.

The two join forces in one strike, unstoppable.

It is just a pity that with the Old Pedant missing, the momentum is much weaker.

But even so, they have the confidence to inflict heavy damage on Yu Liancheng in the first instance.

"Well come."

Yu Liancheng's five fingers suddenly clench into a fist, and he strikes out with both fists, meeting the Little Mustache's Bone-Melting Cotton Palm. These two punches are rigid, violent, and powerful, truly possessing the strength to shake the heavens and earth.

Only two "bang" sounds are heard, and the Little Mustache is already sent flying backward, his face flushed.

The Bone-Melting Cotton Palm naturally does not follow a rigid path, and Yu Liancheng's "Wind Thunder Eighty-One Styles" is overly fierce and sharp. He only takes two punches before feeling as if the meridians and acupoints in his arms are about to be blown apart.

Yu Liancheng shakes his hands, shedding the yin-soft energy of the Bone-Melting Cotton Palm, and spins his body, dodging the Sour Scholar's punch by a hair's breadth.

And after the Old Pedant neutralizes the "Breaking Void Divine Finger," his ten fingers, like knives and swords, spitting out sharp energy that cuts through the air, have already attacked Yu Liancheng.

The Sour Scholar moves, his fists turning into two bolts of lightning, whipping up fierce wind as he strikes violently at Yu Liancheng's left ribs.

And the Little Mustache has learned to be smart this time, his figure flitting lightly, unpredictable. His palms are elusive, making it impossible for one to know from where he will launch his attack.

In a flash, the three form a cross-pattern, launching a storm-like assault on Yu Liancheng.

Facing the all-out siege of the three great experts, Yu Liancheng's expression does not move at all; he merely lets out a cold snort, his body vibrating slightly, emitting an energy as heavy as a mountain.

In a trance, everyone seems to see a ten-thousand-foot mountain rising across the sky, blocking the sun and moon, emitting a majestic and grand aura, terrifying to the extreme.

And the three great experts appear incomparably small before the mountain, as if they were ants.

How can ants shake a mountain?

"Good, I know you all have great pride. Today I will beat you into submission, so you won't look down on the heroes of the world."

Yu Liancheng's palms wave, like a mountain, airtight, and in the blink of an eye, he has dissolved the killing moves of the three great experts one after another.