Demonic Calamity Across the Heavens: Starting with Little Li's Flying Dagger

Chapter 52 "Iron Sword" Guo Songyang, Sun Baifa Poisoned

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The wind howled down.

Sun Xiaohong stood there, her face, full of collagen, filled with anger. She had no idea what Zhuge Gang was doing.

At a critical moment.

Sun Baifa struck Zhuge Gang in the chest with a palm, sending him flying and crashing into the wall.

He raised his other hand to support the steel crutch.

But Shangguan Jin Hong raised his hand and slammed it onto the table!

Sun Tuozi unleashed a speed completely different from his hunchbacked and dwarfed physique, grabbing the golden steel crutch with a powerful eagle claw, stomping on the table and throwing the crutch straight at Zhuge Gang.

Although Zhuge Gang was severely injured by Sun Baifa, he handled the iron crutch that was thrown at him with ease. He pushed himself up with one arm, grabbed it behind him, and sent it through his hand, striking the wall. Just as the force of the blow was dissipated, he caught it firmly. A mocking smile appeared on his scarred face.

Thank you!

Sun Tuozi stood panting behind Sun Baifa, his powerful eagle claws still trembling, his eyes blazing with barely concealed rage, and he roared:

"Shangguan Gang Leader, what a prestigious title! Does your Dragon and Phoenix Rings give you the confidence to challenge Wei Wu simply by killing a frail old man?"

"He's the real challenger!"

Shangguan Jin Hong coldly offered a rebuttal.

Zhuge Gang, clutching his torn clothes, laughed and said, "There's no frail old man here! I think the 'Heavenly Secret Staff' truly lives up to its reputation as the number one weapon on the weapon ranking list. Look at that palm strike, it's incredibly powerful!"

Sun Xiaohong's eyes were already red. "My grandfather is already this old, and he just wants to retire from the underworld. What did he do wrong!"

The man in black, who had been drinking, suddenly stood up, picked up the longsword with a black sheath beside him, and said calmly, "His mistake was that he didn't retire from crime twenty years ago, but instead hid for twenty years!"

"It made Chief Shangguan waste twenty years! Twenty years of fear!"

The first half of this man's sentence seemed to be a way of criticizing Sun Baifa, but the second half offended everyone in the store.

Jing Wuming had been staring at him ever since he entered the store. When he saw him stand up, he took a step to the side and blocked his way. "Sit down, this is none of your business."

"What if I refuse?" The man in black's gaze swept over the sword strapped to Jing Wuming's right waist, then his eyes lit up when he saw the calluses on Jing's left hand. "You use a sword too?"

Jing Wuming coldly replied, "You will die."

His eyes were like those of a dead man, or like the eyes of someone looking at a dead man; they were as indifferent as a crow perched on a tree, or a vulture perched beside a dying person, waiting for their demise.

The man's face was a strange, deathly gray, his eyebrows slanted upwards, his gaze arrogant and domineering. A few sparse wisps of beard fluttered in the wind beneath his chin. He raised his head and laughed:

"Really? I don't believe it."

Both men simultaneously gripped their sword hilts and drew their swords from their sheaths.

"Clang—"

Bang!

As they drew their swords, they both stepped forward simultaneously, their swords half-drawn, exuding a chilling sword intent. However, their arms simultaneously elbowed each other, attempting to stop the other from drawing their swords.

The man in black wielded a sword in his right hand, while Jing Wuming wielded a sword in his left. The two faced each other with their swords in the same direction, so when they clashed, they both retreated and drew their swords.

Jing Wuming's sword is thin and sharp, without a hilt. Though light, it is not dull; though thin, it is not brittle. It is both strong and flexible, strong yet resilient. Although this sword looks crude and simple, it is actually a masterpiece by Master Gu, the number one swordsmith of the time, and it was specially tempered for Jing Wuming.

The man in black's sword, like its scabbard, was jet black, without a trace of smoothness, concealing its sharpness. However, once drawn, the chilling aura emanating from the blade was undeniably menacing.

Shangguan Jin Hong glanced at him sideways, as if only now noticing that there was someone else there.

"Black Sword? You're Guo Songyang."

Shangguan Jin Hong sized up Guo Songyang, but even though the other party was ranked fourth on the Weapon Ranking, he only glanced at him before looking away.

He looked calmly at Sun Baifa and said, "It's three against three now."

His gaze was calm, his voice was calm, but his heart was far from calm—

Twenty years ago, he felt that his martial arts skills had been accomplished, but he still dared not face the "Heavenly Secret Staff". So he devoted himself to seclusion for another twenty years, not only honing his martial arts skills, but also forging a sword, a sword called "Jing Wuming".

This "sword" is his weapon, his tool, and also his shadow, so he carries it with him wherever he goes.

He firmly believed that as long as the Dragon and Phoenix Rings and the sword joined forces, even the Heavenly Secret Staff would be no match for him.

But he only learned today that he could have been number one on the weapons ranking twenty years ago.

Therefore, he remembered this "grudge".

It doesn't make sense, but it's very much like the martial arts world.

Shangguan Jin Hong originally intended to use Sun Baifa's life to boost his confidence, but now he has changed his mind.

"If you lose, I won't kill you."

Shangguan Jin Hong pointed at Sun Baifa's eyes, her finger firmly resting in front of Sun Baifa's eyes, "I only want your eyes."

Sun Baifa took a deep breath, then immediately exhaled, straightened his back again, and reached out to grab the long box and open it.

"Grandpa!" Sun Xiaohong hurriedly tried to step forward and hold the box down.

Sun Baifa stopped her, saying, "This is a battle your grandfather avoided back then. It's just a pair of eyes; we can take the gamble!"

Inside the long box was a two-foot-long thin rod, cast entirely from fine steel and inlaid with jade. It looked no different from the pipe that Sun Baifa had broken off.

Sun Baifa closed the cigarette holder in his mouth, and the two fit together perfectly without any difference!

Clearly, Shangguan Jin Hong had already ordered his men to find out about his weapons.

Sun Baifa's remaining spirit waned somewhat, but he suddenly looked at Jing Wuming and asked, "Is this your sword?"

"Yes."

"Then let him come along."

Are you sure?

A hint of surprise finally appeared in Shangguan Jin Hong's eyes, but he quickly understood Sun Baifa's thoughts and chuckled, "Alright."

Sun Baifa, wielding the "Heavenly Staff," challenges Shangguan Jin Hong, wielding the "Dragon and Phoenix Rings"!

The two stood facing each other, with Jing Wuming sheathing his sword and standing behind Shangguan Jin Hong.

Suddenly, Sun Baifa and Shangguan Jin Hong simultaneously kicked the table sandwiched between them away, but then made no further moves.

The two only attacked at the same time after the table hit the wall!

With a clang, sparks flew! The Dragon and Phoenix Twin Rings had firmly clamped the Heavenly Secret Staff!

Jing Wuming's sword grazed Shangguan Jin Hong's ribs, then thrust upwards, aiming for Sun Baifa's throat, but did not penetrate.

Sun Baifa's lips turned black, and his entire face was shrouded in a bluish-purple hue.

Shangguan Jinhong's smug expression vanished instantly. His face darkened as he knocked the Heavenly Secret Staff away and retrieved the Dragon and Phoenix Rings. "What happened?"

Sun Tuozi and Sun Xiaohong supported Tianji Laoren on either side. The former seemed somewhat at a loss, while the latter deftly took out an antidote pill from her bosom—a gift from Wei Wu in the dilapidated temple—as a betrothal present, and stuffed it into Sun Baifa's mouth.

Sun Baifa swallowed the pill with a "gulp," and his complexion improved slightly, but he fainted.

Guo Songyang picked up the Heavenly Secret Staff from the ground, examined it for a moment, and then laughed loudly: "Golden Money Gang Leader, you're quite skilled. Since you had already applied poison, why bother with this feigned challenge?"

Shangguan Jin Hong clenched his fists, his gaze fixed on Zhuge Gang, but he didn't say much, only explaining, "Shangguan Jin Hong never uses poison in duels!"

After saying that, he turned and left.

Jing Wuming followed behind him, and as they passed Guo Songyang, he heard Guo Songyang say, "How about we have a match next time we meet?"

Jing Wuming did not answer, his breathing became erratic for a moment, but he quickly caught up with Shangguan Jin Hong's pace and walked out without looking back.

Zhuge Gang was terrified by Shangguan Jin Hong's glare, breaking out in a cold sweat. Only after the two had left did he suddenly realize, "I didn't poison them!"

However, who among those present would believe him?