Chapter 289

Zheng Yi looked at the struggle not far away, hesitating whether to turn and leave or join the struggle.

Judging only by appearance, this seemed to be another internal strife in Yingzhou. But Li Miao's moves didn't look like the Yingzhou path at all; that kind of fierce and brutal fighting style was definitely not a Yingzhou tradition.

She turned to look at Zheng Lingchuan's corpse on the ground.

"Judging from what Zheng Ming said just now, this man named Li Miao seems to be a 'root seedling' wandering outside, knowing nothing about Yingzhou."

"Looking at the direction, he came from Mount Song... the reason for the internal strife in Yingzhou back then, the glance Zheng Lingchuan took toward Mount Song before he died... could it be him?"

Zheng Yi turned to look at the two fighting.

The scales of victory had gradually tilted.

Li Miao tore off Zheng Ming's left hand, and amidst the flying flesh and blood, he hit him into mid-air with a knee. Dust exploded from under his feet, and Li Miao was already above Zheng Ming's head, slamming him into the ground again with a leg axe.

Boom!

As the loud noise exploded, the ground under Zheng Yi's feet trembled.

Zheng Yi could still faintly hear Li Miao's laughter.

She couldn't help but shiver.

"No... even if he is hostile to Yingzhou, this man is simply a bloodthirsty lunatic! With that murderous aura, he must have hundreds of lives on his hands!"

"Judging from Zheng Ming's words, he has been wandering the Jianghu since he was a child, not even knowing his own surname or parents, which is why Zheng Ming used those words to delay him from striking, trying to shake his murderous intent. But he still didn't hold back in the slightest."

"This is a lunatic with no father, no mother, and no regard for the law!"

Zheng Yi walked quickly to Zheng Lingchuan's corpse and searched it up and down.

"He tried to kill me the moment we met. He didn't intend to communicate with anyone; I'm afraid in his eyes, only those who can take a move from him without dying have the qualification to speak, and only those he cannot kill are worthy of cooperating with him!"

"No matter how much I show goodwill, he won't have the slightest mercy; I would only be throwing my life away to this lunatic for nothing... I must escape!"

Zheng Yi searched for a long while and finally found an object in Zheng Lingchuan's bosom. She had no time to look at it carefully, stuffed it into her bosom, and then stood up swiftly to escape.

After escaping dozens of yards, the loud noise behind her suddenly stopped for an instant.

Zheng Yi's pupils shrank.

She turned her head slightly, just wanting to look back.

Boom!!!

An air wave exploded in front of her; she had just raised her sword to block in front of her when an object slammed into the sword body. This thing weighed a hundred pounds and carried an indescribable force; amidst the humming of the sword body, it suddenly bent!

Swish—

Zheng Yi's feet drew two trenches a yard long on the ground, the long sword almost sticking to her chest; she used all her strength to bounce the object away, and only then did she slowly stop her retreat.

The object fell to the ground, emitted a suppressed groan of pain, and suddenly stood up and darted several yards away before stopping.

The object thrown at her was actually Zheng Ming!

He had lost his initial demeanor; the face that was exactly the same as Li Miao's could no longer see any resemblance, his left cheek was bruised, and his right cheek was bloody.

His left hand from the wrist down was a jagged piece of rotten meat, his right chest and left shoulder were sunken by an inch, and the originally elegant long gown was left with only a pile of tattered rags hanging on his body.

Zheng Yi turned her head abruptly and looked forward.

Li Miao shook his arms, shook his neck, and scanned the two.

He was also covered in wounds, which were steaming with white smoke and slowly healing.

Zheng Ming was about as strong as his normal state, but that didn't mean Li Miao had to fight him until the sky turned dark to decide the outcome. His set of "I-fist" that traded wounds for wounds and life for life was originally the fastest way to decide the outcome.

Zheng Ming, his tradition was not bad, his moves were pure and skilled, and it seemed he had fought others many times.

But like the Emperor, he was an "academic." If it were a normal exchange of moves, he would be very strong. But encountering Li Miao's hooligan fighting style, he would be at a loss.

Li Miao revealed his white teeth, licked the blood off them, and the corners of his mouth split into a ferocious arc.

He raised his hand slowly.

Zheng Ming actually couldn't help but take half a step back.

Li Miao sneered.

"Don't be afraid."

He reached out and pointed at Zheng Ming.

"You, strong enough, but not enough flavor."

His finger moved slowly, pointing at Zheng Yi.

"You use a sword, you should be 'easier to use'."

"One of him is not enough."

"Adding you should be about right."

"You come too."

His fingers clenched into a fist.

"You two seemed to have something to say to me just now, but you don't seem to be on the same side... I don't want to hear too much nonsense."

"Like this."

Li Miao walked slowly toward the two.

"Next, you two fight me, and I will try my best not to kill you both at once."

"The one who survives has the qualification to speak."

"You can also try to see if you can kill me by joining forces; if you can threaten my life, I will consider letting you both live."

It was already the hour of the Rooster (5-7 PM), sunset, and the dim yellow light could barely penetrate the dense forest; most of Li Miao's face was hidden in the shadows.

Zheng Yi and Zheng Ming could only see the corners of Li Miao's mouth turned up.

"Lunatic! Lunatic!"

Zheng Ming said, half in fear and half in anger.

He had actually overturned in the hands of the person he least expected!

Where did Li Miao get his tradition, and how did he cultivate this martial art! How could he avoid the Five Decays of Heaven-Man, and where did he get this violent martial art that even he couldn't take!

Even if he created his own martial arts, he would have to start by learning other martial arts and would be limited by that framework. But in the thousand-year tradition of Yingzhou, there was absolutely no record of similar martial arts!

Twenty-eight years ago, Zheng Lingchuan took him away from Yingzhou; at that time, he was just a "root seedling" who hadn't even laid a foundation, so how did he suddenly pop up and be able to beat him like this!

"Still thinking about this and that."

Li Miao's figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

"You should think about how to live longer than that woman, or try to see if you can kill me."

"If you get distracted again, I will twist your neck directly."

Bang!

A fist hit Zheng Ming's shoulder, and his form retreated violently, flying toward the direction where Zheng Yi was.

"Join forces! Survive this lunatic first!"

In mid-air, Zheng Ming shouted, raising his hand to block Li Miao's fist.

Zheng Yi gritted her teeth, drew her long sword abruptly, and rushed toward the two fighting.

The birds in the dense forest were startled and flew up.

Accompanied by the loud roar, Li Miao's laughter echoed faintly.

"That's right! That's it!"

"Don't babble nonsense in front of me! I'm too lazy to listen! If you don't want to die, come and kill me!"

"Whoever can last longer, I will reward them—by living! Hahahaha—"

(End of chapter)