Chapter 148: The Times Have Changed

For An Ziyang, the situation seemed to have reached a dead end.

Hidden weapons and poison were only effective when used in secret. In a head-on confrontation, with the opponent already prepared, they were mostly useless.

The Ming Sect members, wary of An Ziyang's poison, did not rush forward rashly, but instead compressed his space step by step.

As long as they got within range and attacked together, no matter how many tricks An Ziyang had, he wouldn't be able to dodge nearly ten attacks, none of which were weaker than his own.

An Ziyang also seemed to be getting anxious, rushing left and right, only to be forced back.

His face grew increasingly anxious, as if he had lost his composure. After being forced back again and leaving a wound on his body, the scabbard in his left hand smashed toward someone.

That person sneered and blocked it with his weapon.

"Don't move!"

The calm voice sounded, and he flew forward to stop it, but it was too late.

Hearing the warning, although the person couldn't retract his move in time, he voluntarily dissipated most of his strength, just wanting to gently stop the scabbard on his weapon.

But he didn't expect that it was just a slight touch.

*Boom! *

Suddenly, the scabbard broke into two, and thick white smoke erupted again from the broken end!

"Fuck!"

"Your mother! This trick again!"

The Ming Sect people were speechless!

How much lime powder and pill poison did this kid hide on his body!? Are you burning opium in Humen!?

If it rained, I'm afraid half of Quanzhou City would be poisoned!

In the thick smoke, An Ziyang laughed wildly.

"Crazy! Keep being crazy!"

"Young Master has plenty of money! I buy three thousand taels of this Tang Men pill poison a year! Enough to choke you poor ghosts to death!"

"Guess how many pounds I have on me!"

The calm voice couldn't stay calm anymore.

"Don't worry about him, just protect your front! He's already surrounded; as long as we don't get chaotic, he can't run!"

He was a bit anxious.

Second-rate, huh? When had he ever taken a second-rate goods seriously? If it were a head-on fight, if An Ziyang could take three moves from him, he would be ashamed of his master! Now the sound above was gradually stopping, clearly Li Miao had won, and he didn't know when he would find his way here and chop them into mince.

How could they really be held up by this kid!?

Just as he was waving his true energy with all his might to dispel the poisonous fog, another scream sounded in his ear.

"Ah!"

"What happened!?" he asked anxiously.

"Caltrops! That kid sprinkled caltrops on the ground!" The injured person just answered, and his voice suddenly weakened.

Then there was a muffled *thud*, and he fell to the ground.

There was no doubt that the caltrops were also poisoned.

"Is this kid surnamed An or Tang? Is there anything on him that isn't poisonous?"

"Can't drag it out anymore! Even if we get hurt, we have to kill this kid first!"

"Don't worry about the lime! Cover your mouths and noses, and kill him together!"

"Good!"

Everyone agreed, barely opening their eyes in the lime powder, seeing An Ziyang's position.

Bright Palm!

Carefree Blade Technique!

Great Wind and Cloud Flying Palm!

Five Elements Blazing Fire Slash!

Except for the leader who didn't move, guarding against An Ziyang's follow-up moves in the back, eight Ming Sect unique skills attacked An Ziyang together.

An Ziyang had nowhere to retreat, and all the space in front of him was filled.

He seemed to have fallen into a desperate situation.

"Sigh—"

He sighed long.

"There's still one who doesn't fall for it."

In an instant, he pulled a black cylinder from behind him and aimed it at the front.

This cylinder was only the thickness of a forearm and a foot long. Cast from pig iron, one end was equipped with a spring, and the other was a dense array of small holes.

The Ming Sect members barely opened their eyes in the lime powder, and their vision was already blurred. In the blink of an eye, they couldn't distinguish what that thing was.

*Click. *

With a crisp sound, An Ziyang pulled the spring.

*Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—*

Rain of Pears.

The eight Ming Sect experts only felt as if they were caught in a rain, and a dense, soft touch came from all over their bodies.

Then, their moves lost their power.

An Ziyang threw away the cylinder and raised his sword to block left and right.

Even though the Ming Sect experts had no strength left, An Ziyang was still only second-rate.

At this time, it was full of danger.

Finally, after being opened with four big wounds on his body, An Ziyang panted and propped his sword on the ground, stabilizing his figure.

And those eight Ming Sect experts were already lying down, their chests no longer rising and falling.

The Ming Sect expert who didn't move had already dispelled the poisonous fog, and when he opened his eyes again, what he saw was this scene.

His gaze swept over the broken cylinder on the ground and stared at An Ziyang.

"Rain of Pears Needles."

"Tang Men's supreme treasure, how do you have it?"

An Ziyang panted and scoffed.

"When did I say I wasn't from the Tang Men?"

"But your surname isn't Tang."

"Hehe... you poor ghosts really don't understand."

An Ziyang revealed a wild smile called "Sorry, money is everything."

"Young Master spends tens of thousands of taels of silver in the Tang Men a year; does it matter what my surname is?"

"As an elder of the Tang Men, is there any problem with borrowing some things from the sect to protect myself? If there is a problem, Young Master will come with two more pounds of pill poison; the problem is that I am too honest, I should have borrowed ten or eight more, and used them all up!"

The Ming Sect expert was speechless.

After a long while, he spoke slowly.

"But, you still didn't kill me."

"Then you still have to die."

If hidden weapons were so powerful, the Jianghu should have been surnamed Tang long ago.

These Tang Men hidden weapons were dangerous because they were silent when fired and sealed the throat with blood. But the speed wasn't very fast, there were no changes used by hidden weapon experts, and the range wasn't large. If fired head-on, they weren't a big threat to first-rate experts.

If it weren't for the narrow terrain, the Ming Sect people being crowded together, having no space to move, and their vision being obscured, they wouldn't have been hit at all.

Now, only An Ziyang and this Ming Sect leading calm man were left, and the poisonous fog had dissipated.

No matter what hidden weapons An Ziyang had on him, it would be difficult to work.

The Ming Sect expert slowly raised his sword, brought it to his face, and looked at An Ziyang.

"Don't you still have a sword? Let me see what other means you have besides these disgusting things!"

With that, he raised his sword and went up!

He stabbed at An Ziyang with a sword.

An Ziyang also pointed his sword at his face from afar.

As soon as he raised his hand, the Ming Sect expert sneered.

"You have too many schemes, it turns out you have no skills yourself!"

Just because An Ziyang's sword was scattered in form and intent, with no threat at all.

Just one sword, just one sword, and he could flick away An Ziyang's sword and cut off his head!

In the blink of an eye, the distance between the two had already narrowed.

He saw the sword in An Ziyang's hand clearly; the style was strange, the hilt was curved, and two thin tubes extended from the guard, sandwiching the blade.

"Heh, ignorant!"

He sneered and was about to flick away An Ziyang's sword.

But he heard An Ziyang sneer.

And then.

*Boom! *

A loud noise, accompanied by firelight, erupted from the thin tube of An Ziyang's sword.

He felt as if something had grazed his neck and felt a hint of pain.

In a daze, he heard An Ziyang's wild laughter.

"What era is it, and you're still practicing traditional martial arts!"

"The times have changed!"

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 149 =====