Chapter 95: Smile

Lu Xiaofeng's Lingxi Finger is famous throughout the world and can be called peerless.

From the time he debuted until now, there is almost no weapon those two fingers cannot catch.

Lu Xiaofeng also likes his own two fingers very much; every time he makes a move, he always likes to use his fingers to catch others' weapons.

This has become a habit that cannot be changed for a time, especially when encountering dangerous situations.

And as long as Lu Xiaofeng's fingers touch the gloves even a little, it is guaranteed that he will fall to the ground and die within a few breaths.

This is Fang Yufei's killing move.

A killing move used to deal with Lu Xiaofeng.

Now, it has also become a killing move to deal with Yu Liancheng.

Because Yu Liancheng has no weapon and cannot touch those gloves even a little, his palm techniques and fist techniques are already useless, and even his leg techniques must be used with extreme caution.

So Yu Liancheng can only retreat, stepping back step by step.

Fang Yufei's hands dance wildly, unleashing one strange and tricky move after another; silver light flashes throughout the entire casino, almost sealing off all of Yu Liancheng's opportunities to strike.

Shangguan Xueer cannot help but clench her palms in a sweat, but seeing the faint smile that always remains on the corners of Yu Liancheng's mouth, boundless confidence surges in her heart again.

Even though her master is currently at a disadvantage, she believes that once her master makes a move, it will be the critical moment that decides the outcome.

Kuzhu cannot help but say: "The Young Master is in danger; should we intervene?"

Gusong glances at him: "Do you think the Young Master will lose?"

Kuzhu says: "Fang Yufei occupies the absolute upper hand, and the Young Master is wary of those gloves, making it very difficult to strike. Once forced into a dead end, there will be no chance to strike."

Gusong strokes his graying beard and says: "Rest assured, the Young Master's martial arts are more brilliant than you imagine. Although Fang Yufei's martial arts are formidable, they ultimately have flaws; as long as he reveals even a slight flaw, that will be the moment for the Young Master to strike."

Kuzhu says with slight worry: "Although there are flaws, for an expert like Fang Yufei, they must be fleeting, gone in an instant."

Gusong says: "But the Young Master will certainly seize them."

Cold Plum, who has not spoken the whole time, suddenly says: "Big Brother, you have always been very confident in your actions, and you have always calculated very accurately."

Gusong says proudly: "That's right, except for the time we were all drunk three times, I have never miscalculated; you know this."

A mocking smile seems to be in Cold Plum's eyes as he sneers: "Then you are about to miscalculate once again."

Just as he says this, Fang Yufei has already forced Yu Liancheng into the corner on their side.

Before Cold Plum's words are finished, he suddenly draws his sword.

No one can describe the speed at which he draws his sword, nor can anyone see the movement of him drawing his sword; they only see a flash of sword light.

The lightning-fast sword light stabs directly at Yu Liancheng's back.

This is the truly fatal strike.

Yu Liancheng's path forward has been cut off, and he is preparing to counterattack; he probably never dreamed that the truly fatal strike would come from behind him.

How can he dodge?

He can.

Because he is Yu Liancheng.

The one and only Yu Liancheng in heaven and on earth.

At this very instant, Yu Liancheng suddenly twists his body, and his whole person seems to suddenly shrink and become smaller, as if he has turned into a light, drifting feather, and also as if he has turned into an inconspicuous speck of dust.

"Ruyi Heavenly Demon Art" is a top-tier external martial art.

Yu Liancheng has already cultivated this art to an extremely high realm.

Bone-shrinking is truly a very simple matter for him.

His body shrinks just like that; at the most critical moment, he not only dodges Cold Plum's sword but also dodges Fang Yufei's pair of terrifying gloves.

Now, Cold Plum's sword stabs toward Fang Yufei.

Fang Yufei's hands grab toward Cold Plum.

Both sides seem to be on the verge of perishing together.

But they are both top experts, and their moves are controlled by their will, so naturally, they will not end up in such a mutual destruction.

Just as they are about to withdraw their moves, Yu Liancheng has already struck.

He can not only dodge but also counterattack.

Yu Liancheng's left hand flicks a Po Kong Finger force, striking Fang Yufei's leg.

This is the flaw in Fang Yufei's move and the key to his circulation of internal energy.

This is the result Yu Liancheng obtained after observing him for nearly a hundred moves; it will absolutely not be wrong.

Fang Yufei's whole body loses control and he falls forward, his pair of gloves already grabbing toward Cold Plum's chest.

Yu Liancheng's right hand, however, has already pinched Cold Plum's wrist.

With the "Ruyi Heavenly Demon Art" activated, under Yu Liancheng's terrifying, immense strength, Cold Plum's whole body also loses control, and the long sword in his hand stabs obliquely upward.

Two screams ring out almost simultaneously.

A sword wound is pierced into Fang Yufei's forehead, and fresh blood flows from between his eyebrows; his whole body is already cold and stiff, yet he does not fall down.

Several gashes are grabbed into Cold Plum's chest, his clothes are tattered, and fresh blood flows—but it is black blood, emitting a fishy, foul odor; it is indeed poisonous, highly poisonous.

Yu Liancheng sighs: "If you want to kill, you must be prepared to be killed; this is a matter of natural justice, and no one can change it."

Fang Yufei looks at him blankly, his eyes, sharp as an eagle's, gradually turning hollow and gray, yet a smile suddenly appears at the corner of his mouth: "You know Lu Xiaofeng; help me bring two sentences to him."

Yu Liancheng says: "Oh? What words?"

Fang Yufei gasps, his figure swaying unsteadily, but he struggles to continue: "Tell Lu Xiaofeng that I used to envy him because he... he has four eyebrows. But now it is his turn to envy me, because... because I have three eyes."

He suddenly laughs out loud, retreating while laughing. Then he stumbles and falls to the ground; the laughter stops, and his breathing stops along with it.

Cold Plum's complexion is already turning black.

It is unknown whether Fang Yufei's poison is not as formidable as imagined, or if Cold Plum's internal energy is profound enough to temporarily suppress the poison. Or perhaps he still has some words left unsaid and refuses to die until he says them.

But everyone can see that he is not far from death.

Gusong and Kuzhu were looking at Cold Plum, both sighing.

They had been brothers for decades, and truly could not fathom why Cold Plum would do such a thing.

Cold Plum seemed to understand their thoughts, suddenly shouting: "Because I am unwilling to suffer your indignities for my entire life."

Kuzhu sighed: "Could it be that you are willing to suffer the indignities of Fang Yufei?"

Cold Plum said coldly: "If this matter succeeds, I will be the Sect Leader of the Rakshasa Cult; Fang Yufei will rule inside the pass, and I will rule outside the pass. With the Rakshasa Cult and Black Tiger Hall joining forces, we will surely be invincible under heaven."

Gusong sighed: "It is only a pity that your plan did not succeed."

Cold Plum's complexion grew darker and darker, and his breath grew weaker and weaker, yet he still held his chest high, coldly looking at the brothers he had associated with for decades.

"Whether it succeeds or fails, in any case, I will no longer suffer your indignities, nor will I listen to your commands again."

A dead man, of course, will not suffer indignities.

Cold Plum had already fallen, falling down stiffly, every inch of muscle on his body already rigid.

But the corners of his mouth, just like Fang Yufei's, carried a smile, a smile of relief.