Chapter 149: Father and Son

In Jianghu conflicts, the one who survives isn't necessarily the one with higher martial arts. An Ziyang had understood this truth a long time ago.

Thirteen years ago, An Ziyang killed for the first time, and he killed a second-rate expert. He was only thirteen years old then.

Now, An Ziyang was twenty-six, and he had spent countless heavenly treasures that ordinary Jianghu people wouldn't even dare to dream of just to reach a second-rate level; his talent really couldn't be called good.

But, as long as he was prepared, killing two or three first-rate experts wasn't a problem.

However, his methods ultimately had their limits.

Firearms had already appeared in embryonic form as early as the Southern Song Dynasty. By now, they were no longer rare; three-eyed guns had long been equipped in the army, and the repeating guns that had appeared in recent years could fire a dozen bullets in a row. An Ziyang's "An-style Sword Technique," besides being unexpected, was more important for the fire and loud noise when the gunpowder exploded; in terms of power alone, it was actually inferior to hidden weapons.

The Ming Sect expert's pupils shrank.

He had seen fire guns and bird guns, and reacted in an instant.

In the blink of an eye, he only had time to tilt his head slightly.

This saved his life.

He only felt the bullet pass through his neck, first cold, then hot.

He raised his hand to cover his neck and pressed a few times, but blood continued to flow.

This shot pierced his neck and broke a blood vessel. But he dodged the trachea and artery.

He wouldn't die for a while.

Then the one who would die would be An Ziyang.

He looked up at An Ziyang, his cold murderous intent making An Ziyang shiver.

When it came to deceiving people, An Ziyang was his ancestor. But when it came to killing, An Ziyang wasn't even fit to carry his shoes.

Here it comes.

He covered the wound with his left hand to stop the bleeding. He raised his sword with his right hand and slashed diagonally, covering An Ziyang's whole body.

"Too many people..." An Ziyang sighed.

For a second-rate fighter to take out so many Ming Sect experts was already shocking. But his methods were almost exhausted.

An Ziyang blocked with his sword, and the two swords clashed.

*Clang—*

The Ming Sect expert sneered, drew a circle with his long sword, and then exerted force suddenly.

*Zing! —*

With a sword cry, An Ziyang's long sword was flicked away and stuck into the wall with a *whoosh*.

An Ziyang was in the corner, without a weapon, and had nowhere to retreat or block.

"Time to gamble with my life!"

An Ziyang raised his hand suddenly, fingers together, and turned his wrist.

*Zing! *

Several sleeve arrows shot out from his cuffs, heading toward the Ming Sect expert's face.

That wasn't all; An Ziyang reached behind his back with his right hand, pulled out a wire, and then quickly lowered his head and bent down.

*Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh! *

Several back arrows shot out from his collar, arriving first despite being fired later, reaching the Ming Sect expert's chest in an instant.

"Hmph!"

The Ming Sect expert sneered and used "Night Battle in Eight Directions," dancing into a ball around his body.

*Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! *

Sparks flew, and the hidden weapons were swept to the ground one after another.

There's more! An Ziyang put his feet together, clicked his heels, and then stomped on the ground! Several flying darts shot out from under his crotch, heading toward the Ming Sect expert's lower three paths from bottom to top.

"Tsk!"

The Ming Sect expert's brows were already knitted into a ball: "Is this little brat ever going to finish!? Where on his body is there no hidden weapon stored!?"

If it were normal times, he wouldn't take these mechanical hidden weapons without changes seriously and would just dodge them with footwork.

But now, firstly, with An Ziyang's character, these hidden weapons were definitely poisoned with hundreds of taels of silver, and if he missed one or broke a little skin, he was afraid he would have to explain it. Secondly, he didn't dare to leave An Ziyang's side. If he didn't press hard, but instead dodged and pulled away, who knew if An Ziyang would pull out another bag of Tang Men pill poison and throw it on the ground.

However, this was the last one.

He blocked while approaching An Ziyang, and he was about to reach within three feet.

At this distance, no matter how An Ziyang struggled, he wouldn't escape death!

And An Ziyang kept retreating, already pressed against the wall. His face was pale, and he kept triggering the mechanisms on his body, but he couldn't stop him from getting closer.

This is it!

He stabbed straight with his sword, aiming directly at An Ziyang's face!

"Die!"

An Ziyang seemed to grit his teeth and suddenly lowered his body and rushed toward him!

His sword was upward, but An Ziyang's squat avoided his blade. The Divine Thief Sect's brilliant light-body technique made An Ziyang almost close in on his chest in an instant.

In this position, he couldn't use his sword well.

However, if An Ziyang thought he only used a sword, he was too naive!

Struggling on the verge of death! It was more like it suited his wishes!

He let go suddenly, the long sword fell, and then his right hand pulled back, just catching An Ziyang's shoulder!

*Rip! —*

A sound of cloth tearing sounded, and blood splattered!

He tore off the flesh on An Ziyang's shoulder, and he could already see the white bones in the flesh!

"Ugh!"

An Ziyang groaned, raised his hand, pulled a soft sword from his belt, and stabbed it into his body.

"Ridiculous!"

He showed disdain on his face, his right hand flew in the air, and after a dazzling set of moves, he had already pinched An Ziyang's pulse.

*Clang—*

The soft sword fell to the ground.

*Crack! *

An Ziyang's right arm was bent and twisted into a mangled mess.

"Come here!"

He roared, pulled hard, threw An Ziyang in a circle in place, and turned his back to himself. Then he pulled, pulled An Ziyang into his arms, raised his right arm, and caught An Ziyang's neck.

The winner was decided.

As long as he wanted, he could kill An Ziyang at any time.

If it were normal times, he wouldn't pause for a moment. But after this toss, his fellow disciples were dead, he was injured, he had been held up for a long time, plus An Ziyang's wild attitude.

He just wanted to say one sentence before An Ziyang died.

Just one sentence, no more than two breaths of time.

"You—"

"Shoot the head!"

He had just said one word, but An Ziyang in his arms suddenly tilted his head and shouted at the same time.

*Boom!!! *

A loud noise sounded suddenly from behind the two, almost overlapping with their voices.

*Splash—*

Red and white matter splattered.

A torso fell softly.

An Ziyang also fell to the ground softly, kneeling on the ground, his right arm already crippled, only his left arm supporting the ground, panting heavily.

He heard someone say anxiously: "Son!"

"Are you okay!"

An Ziyang swallowed his saliva and said dryly.

"I'm fine! Just bitten by a dog a few times."

An Wenjie walked over quickly, threw a flintlock gun on the ground, stepped forward to hug An Ziyang, tears in his eyes.

The father and son were of one mind; as soon as An Ziyang stepped into the secret chamber, the two looked at each other. An Ziyang understood instantly that An Wenjie was pretending to be unconscious and still had the strength to act.

After An Ziyang released the poisonous fog for the first time, the first thing he did was run to An Wenjie's cage, throw in a short dagger, and this flintlock gun.

And An Wenjie was able to endure, watching An Ziyang get injured one after another, and he was able to endure until the last moment, when the Ming Sect expert had nowhere to dodge, before acting.

An Wenjie had also been tortured for many days, and he ran over in a hurry, and he couldn't hold on, so he sat down on the ground, and then simply lay on the ground. An Ziyang also lay back, and the two father and son lay crookedly in a pile of corpses, looking at the roof of the secret chamber.

"Heh, what bullshit Ming Sect! In front of our father and son, don't they still have to die!"

An Wenjie said.

"It's just a pity for my good things, how many years of family foundation, all lost at once."

An Ziyang said.

"As long as we can live, with our father and son here, we can earn everything back."

"Yes, as long as we can live."

"Ha, hahaha, hahahahaha!"

"Hahaha!"

The two laughed like this, laughing both ugly and wildly, laughing until tears came out.

When Li Miao walked into this secret chamber, what he saw was the scene of these two fools lying in a pile of corpses and laughing foolishly.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 150 =====