Chapter 7

Sikong Zhaixing was simply about to burst with anger.

He, the dignified "King of Thieves," had actually become a drowned dog.

But he couldn't jump out of the water and point at the other party's nose to curse, because that "Duoqing" sword was placed right by Yu Liancheng's hand.

Sikong Zhaixing sank down, and once he had fully recovered the True Qi he had consumed, he prepared to run away.

When he came out of the water to catch his breath for the second time, Yu Liancheng was not only drinking, but also holding chopsticks, with a steamed fish and a roast wild duck placed beside him. His expression was leisurely, like a young master on an outing in the wild.

Sikong Zhaixing was a very patient person, but at this moment, he felt himself becoming irritable, as if he were that steamed fish, ultimately unable to escape the fate of being steamed and eaten.

But unfortunately, he was not a fish and couldn't breathe in the water like a fish.

When Sikong Zhaixing came out of the water to catch his breath for the third time, Yu Liancheng was holding a copper pipa and singing Su Shi's "The Great River Flows East, Waves Wash Away, Figures of Romance Through the Ages." Judging by his mood, he wouldn't be tired even if he stood guard for three days and three nights.

Sikong Zhaixing took a deep breath, and just as he was preparing to deploy his lightness skill, suddenly the copper pipa rang with a "zheng," and he felt as if his head had been hit hard by a punch, dizzy and swollen.

At the same time, a sword light had already flown obliquely, cold and clear like the moonlight spilled from the horizon.

Sikong Zhaixing was, after all, the "King of Thieves," a first-class expert of the age; at the critical moment, his figure leaped up, dodging it narrowly.

The sword light followed closely, and no matter where Sikong Zhaixing went, the dancing sword light followed, while Yu Liancheng's figure disappeared, as if he had completely merged into the sword light.

The sword light was like a startled swan or lightning, and even the bright moon in the sky seemed to have been forced to lose its color by this chilling sword light.

Leaves and grass were urged by the sword Qi, drifting and swaying, and in an instant, they were shredded by the sword light. Sikong Zhaixing was already covered in cold sweat; this Little Ghost Yu was absolutely one of the most terrifying swordsmen of the age.

"Little Thief Sikong, do you admit defeat?" Yu Liancheng's voice came from within the sword light, his tone still very composed, carrying a faint smile.

Sikong Zhaixing was startled again; clearly, the other party still had strength in reserve. If he deployed his full strength, would he still have a chance to survive?

But this guy refused to admit defeat and clamored: "I am empty-handed, yet you rely on the sharpness of a divine weapon; winning is not honorable either."

This sentence was originally a twisted logic, as asking a sword master to abandon his sword was no different from binding his own hands.

But the sword light filling the sky suddenly disappeared, and the chilling sword Qi also vanished without a trace.

"Fine, I won't use my sword."

Yu Liancheng sheathed his sword, but his fists had already struck out in succession.

His punches were not exquisite, and one could even say they were simple, but the fist force rolled and swept, actually like a wind and thunder storm. Every punch struck out was heavy and powerful, carrying wind and thunder.

This set of fist techniques was called "Wind Thunder Eighty-One Styles," also a skill recorded in the "Great Brightness Canon," a fist technique that was extremely rigid and fierce. When executed by Yu Liancheng, it was truly like a wild wind and violent rain, with the force of thunder.

As soon as Sikong Zhaixing clashed with him, he immediately suffered. The other party's double fists were extremely fierce. After blocking a few times, he felt his tiger's mouth go numb, as if his meridians were about to explode.

Dealing with this kind of martial arts usually required using flexibility to overcome rigidity, using four ounces to deflect a thousand catties.

But the simplicity of the "Wind Thunder Eighty-One Styles" was not simplicity in the ordinary sense, but had reached the level of returning to the basics, the Great Dao is simple. Every move had been tempered a thousand times, with infinite ingenuity, otherwise, it wouldn't have been included in the "Great Brightness Canon."

Even if there were one or two flaws, they were merely gaps in flowing water. When one discovered a gap and reached into it with their hand, the gap was no longer a gap, but possibly a fatal killing move.

Bang!

The force exploded, Sikong Zhaixing's figure trembled, staggering back several steps. Seeing Yu Liancheng about to attack again, he hurriedly shouted: "You are only formidable with your hands, if you have the ability, don't use your hands."

This was no longer just twisted logic; it was completely unreasonable.

But Yu Liancheng insisted on reasoning with him.

"Fine, I won't use my hands."

The surging fist wind dissipated, replaced by a sharp leg wind sweeping toward Sikong Zhaixing.

He reached out to block and resolve it, the wind hitting his face. It felt as if double blades were slashing horizontally, and everything along the way was snapped at the waist.

Sikong Zhaixing was already cursing in his heart; he could never have imagined that there would be someone in this world who could cultivate sword technique, fist technique, leg technique, and lightness skill all to the peak.

Yu Liancheng's leg momentum had already fully unfolded, unpredictable, sometimes swift as the wind, sometimes tyrannical and fierce, sometimes nimble and changeable, sometimes mysterious and difficult to predict, yet all carrying a sharp aura.

This didn't look like a pair of legs, but rather a pair of divine weapons that could change at any time.

—Divine Blade Shadowless Legs!

Also a peerless skill recorded in the "Great Brightness Canon," it was said to have been created by a predecessor proficient in eighteen types of weapons after his hands were disabled, integrating the ingenuity of various weapons into the leg momentum, using the legs as weapons, with divine blades moving in parallel.

Yu Liancheng's figure was nimble and formless, leg shadows kicking out in succession, so fast that the naked eye could barely follow.

Sikong Zhaixing retreated steadily, cold sweat streaming down.

If it were just the "Divine Blade Shadowless Legs," it wouldn't be enough to defeat this "King of Thieves," but he had already consumed quite a bit of his essence and spirit in the previous battles, and coupled with repeated defeats, he had already lost his confidence, hence this result.

Suddenly, Yu Liancheng's figure flickered, and his right leg swept out, hacking toward Sikong Zhaixing. This hack was rigid and heavy, the air buzzing, actually like a large iron hammer weighing over a hundred catties being smashed out.

Sikong Zhaixing blocked with his palms floatingly, and his entire person was like being hit by a locomotive, violently retreating a distance of five or six zhang before barely stopping.

"You, if you have the ability, don't use..."

Ang!

Before Sikong Zhaixing could finish speaking, Yu Liancheng landed with his hands behind his back, his lips parting and closing, emitting a light chant, from low to high, like a dragon's roar and a tiger's howl, seeming to carry some kind of extremely mysterious power.

This was the only sound-wave martial art in the "Great Brightness Canon."

Called "Dragon-Shattering Roar."

In the previous fight, Yu Liancheng's sword Qi, fist force, and leg force had already invaded Sikong Zhaixing's body. With the sounding of this "Dragon-Shattering Roar," the layered forces were drawn out and exploded all at once.

He finally spat out a mouthful of blood, his figure swaying, and he fell to the ground, facing the sky.

Yu Liancheng paced forward slowly and smiled: "Little Thief Sikong, what do you say now."

"I admit defeat, I admit defeat." Sikong Zhaixing said weakly.

"You guy actually stole my things; shouldn't I reward you with two sword strikes?"

"No need, no need!" Sikong Zhaixing hurriedly said: "I am just an ordinary thief; I never do things that harm people's lives. Even if I steal precious items, I will return them in a few days. You are a magnanimous person, please spare me."

"It is indeed not necessary, but if there is no punishment, the experts of the Edo will only look down on me, the 'Jade-Faced Divine Sword'." Yu Liancheng revealed a strange smile on his face.

"How do you think we should resolve this?"