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

Chapter 17 When spring comes, if I don't speak first, which insect will dare to make a sound?

"Arrogant!"

Yan Shuangfei focused his energy in his dantian and roared so loudly that the wind in the tavern shook. People like Lin Xian'er and the innkeeper, who did not have profound internal strength, were directly shocked by the sound wave and had splitting headaches. They subconsciously covered their ears, and their faces were still contorted in pain.

The tall "Hercules" Duan Kaishan and the short "White-haired Monkey" Hu Fei took three steps back and fell off their chairs. Their faces turned as red as if they could drip blood, yet they were as docile as quails, not daring to look at Yan Shuangfei even once.

"puff--"

"Water Snake" Hu Mei coughed up a mouthful of blood, clutched her wound, struggled to her feet, and stumbled toward the door.

escape!

If she doesn't find a place to treat her injuries soon, she might lose her life here.

When Hu Fei saw his younger sister run away, he didn't dare to delay. He scrambled across the ground and ran to the door, catching up with his sister.

Just as he was about to leave, he stopped and looked back at Duan Kaishan.

Duan Kaishan clenched his fists, gritted his teeth, and shook his head at him. His eyes clearly said, "To see the duel on the Weapon Ranking, even if I die, it's worth it!"

Hu Fei disagreed and immediately crawled out.

The two oddballs and the boy, however, showed no signs of anything amiss.

Wei Wu, of course, did not have it either.

He chuckled as he held a wine bowl, the wine barely rippling amidst the noise. He sipped slowly, and only after the noise subsided did he speak:

"Arrogance requires ability, and I happen to have it."

"Then let's show our skills!"

Yan Shuangfei roared angrily.

Before Wei Wu could even draw his weapon, he had already raised both hands simultaneously, and in the blink of an eye, thirteen throwing spears disappeared from the belt around his chest.

The longer lances were fired first, but the shorter lances came later and prevailed.

However, with a "smack," Yan Shuangfei only saw Wei Wu's shoulder move slightly before the thirteen flying spears he had thrown were slammed onto the table by Wei Wu, arranged in a neat row from longest to shortest.

What he found even more unbelievable was that Wei Wu only used one hand from beginning to end!

"Giggle..."

Yan Shuangfei knew he had met his match. His back teeth clenched so hard they rattled, and sweat involuntarily trickled from his palms, which he wiped away with his internal energy. "I still have thirty-four flying spears left."

His voice was somewhat hoarse and low, carrying a sense of unfulfilled ambition and sorrow, as if he had worked hard for decades, bringing millions of dollars back home in glory, only to find that a young man in the village was earning millions a month, and he was filled with the frustration of being swept away by the younger generation.

Yan Shuangfei had no intention of stopping, much less admitting defeat.

For these江湖人 (jianghu people) like them, risking their lives is nothing; death is just death, and they'll be heroes again in eighteen years.

Fame and fortune are the only things that should not be easily given up!

Yan Shuangfei took a deep breath, aligning his mind and breath, his breath and voice, his body and intention. After forgetting about life and death, he became calm and said again, "I still have thirty-four flying spears."

But all thirty-four throwing spears were shot down by him in an instant!

His figure was like the wind, as agile as a monkey. He stepped over every tricky spot in the tavern, shooting out flying spears from all sorts of unbelievable and unpredictable angles, shouting out the number of spears he fired each time.

Even Lin Xian'er couldn't help but count along with him. When they reached "thirty-four," a smile appeared on her beautiful face, but she was suddenly interrupted by a voice:

"Thirty-five!!!"

Thirty-five?

Lin Xian'er's mind went blank for a moment, then she suddenly realized that this person had forty-nine flying spears. He had used thirteen the first time, so there should be thirty-six left.

But he played a trick, constantly emphasizing the thirty-four handles.

Those last two must be his most prized trump cards!

Lin Xian'er's heart pounded. She nervously turned to look at Wei Wu, her eyes filled with genuine worry, which instantly transformed into a deep sense of joy.

Wei Wu was still holding a wine bowl, which was now empty, but the table in front of him was lined with forty-nine flying spears, all neatly arranged.

tread!

Yan Shuangfei landed with light footwork and rushed to Wei Wu's side, only half a step away, but the flying spear on his body had already missed!

So he reached out and grabbed the throwing gun on the table.

Wei Wu shook his head and said, "I said victory is a foregone conclusion. Are you deaf?"

Snapped!

As the empty wine bowl was slammed down, Yan Shuangfei immediately screamed in agony, staggering backward. Only then did everyone see that his left hand, which had reached out to touch the gun, was severed, the white bone exposed, the flesh mangled, blood and cold sweat flowing down his face, completely shattering his last shred of spirit.

"I……"

Yan Shuangfei's eyes were filled with bitterness, and his face was filled with regret. He opened his mouth, but his energy seemed to have been drained in an instant. "I lost."

He lowered his head, his whole being radiating loneliness and sorrow. He turned as if to walk out of the tavern, but suddenly stopped and said, "There's one more thing..."

His back suddenly arched, and with a burst of power from his intact right arm, a sickening sound rang out as a severed arm, dripping with scalding blood, stabbed towards Wei Wu!

Just inches away, Yan Shuangfei sacrificed an arm to deliver the "final shot"!

Snapped!

Wei Wu kicked him five meters away, his figure swirling around the thick curtain of the tavern and crashing into the street.

A cold wind howled as it rushed into the tavern.

No one spoke.

Yi Ku suddenly let out a strange laugh, "To fight to the death knowing you are no match is a foolish act called 'hot-bloodedness.' Even if you win by chance, it is just the favor of fate and cannot be considered true skill."

Across from him, "Red Devil Hand" Yi Yeku's ugly face curled into a sneer. "That's right. It's a pity that some people mistake being favored for ability and don't understand their own strength."

Lin Xian'er felt that there was something more to their conversation.

But she knew Wei Wu; once this man set his mind on something, he would never give up until he achieved his goal.

He just mentioned the "Weapon Ranking," clearly intending to use it to make a name for himself in the martial arts world. Now that only one of the Weapon Ranking 46 has died, and there is still one of the Weapon Ranking 9 sitting here, how could he possibly let the 9th go?

Wei Wu indeed turned to look at Yi Ku and Yi Ye Ku, "This man has forty-nine throwing spears, plus a severed arm. How many do you, 'Azure Demon Hand,' have?"

Yi's strange laughter sounded like a night owl whose throat had been pierced. He stood up; he was indeed tall, but at that moment, no one had time to pay attention to his unusual height; they only saw his hands—

The pair of iron gloves, which emitted a ghostly green glow, were entirely dark blue. Their shape looked ugly and clumsy, but their color was so repulsive that one glance was enough to make one feel disgusted, and another glance would make one want to vomit.

But no one dared to vomit!

"There are seven poisons in the martial arts world, the most poisonous being the Green Demon Hand!"

Duan Kaishan was so excited that he forgot his fear, but he obediently huddled in the corner, keeping a safe distance from the Green Demon Hand.

Wei Wu sneered:

"The most poisonous? Not necessarily."

"If I don't speak first when spring comes, which insect dares to utter a sound!"