blogombal Chapter 102 In the War
Chapter 102 In the War
Facing the three men with their differing thoughts, Zhao Yu said solemnly, "Thank you for your concern, I appreciate it. However, my mind is made up for this battle. As a martial artist, one should face difficulties head-on and constantly challenge the strong. In this world, what could prove oneself better than defeating the number one martial artist?"
"This challenge is a fair duel between me and Dongfang Bubai. I ask that you all restrain your disciples and not interfere. After my battle with Dongfang Bubai is over, I will have no objection to how the Five Mountains Sword Sect deals with the Sun Moon Sect."
Master Dingyi and Liu Zhengfeng exchanged a glance, both seeing helplessness in each other's eyes.
They could tell that Zhao Yu had made up his mind, and no matter how they tried to persuade him, he probably wouldn't change his mind.
Master Dingyi said solemnly, "Since Young Hero Zhao has made up his mind, this humble nun will say no more. I only hope that Young Hero Zhao will take care of himself. If things become unbearable, be sure to withdraw in time. The disciples of my Hengshan Sect will definitely cover your escape."
"Thank you, Master." Zhao Yu returned the greeting with clasped hands.
Liu Zhengfeng was also very impressed: "Young Master Zhao is a man of great righteousness, I admire him greatly."
Yue Buqun smiled and said, "As expected, heroes emerge from among the young. I, Yue, will be here to await good news from Young Hero Zhao."
Just then, a commotion suddenly arose in the distance, and the crowd retreated to both sides.
"The demonic cult has arrived!"
Someone shouted, and everyone's eyes turned to the outside of the city.
A group of Sun Moon Cult members dressed in black slowly walked over, with the magnificent eight-bearer sedan chair in the center of the procession.
Zhao Yu took a deep breath and nodded to Yue Buqun and the others.
Immediately, he lightly touched the ground with his toes, and his body rose up, landing steadily on the south gate tower.
Standing on the edge of the city gate, his clothes fluttering in the wind, Zhao Yu's eyes were sharp as he looked at the large sedan chair that was slowly approaching.
"Invincible East!" Zhao Yu's voice carried far and wide. "Zhao Yu is here. Dare to step forward and fight?"
Yang Lianting, standing beside the sedan chair, darkened his face and shouted sternly, "You audacious madman! How dare you address the sect leader by his name! Men, fire arrows! Turn him into a pincushion!"
The surrounding Sun Moon Cult members immediately drew their bows and aimed at Zhao Yu on the city wall.
"Brother Lian, wait a moment."
Dongfang Bubai called a halt to the crowd.
The sedan curtain was slowly lifted, and Dongfang Bubai stepped out.
He was still wearing that bright red dress, his face was made up, and he was holding an embroidered handkerchief in his hand.
He glanced at Zhao Yu on the city wall and smiled gently: "This kid has quite a bit of courage, I like him. It's been a long time since I've fought, so this is a good opportunity to stretch my muscles."
Helpless, Yang Lianting could only instruct, "Then you must finish this quickly. The Five Mountains Sword Sect has sent many people this time, so don't let them underestimate us."
Dongfang Bubai said gently, "Don't worry, he's just an arrogant brat. You wait here, I'll be right back."
After saying that, he swayed and transformed into a red shadow, flying lightly towards the city wall and landing in front of Zhao Yu in the blink of an eye.
Upon seeing this, the crowd below the city gate gasped in surprise.
The expressions of Yue Buqun, Abbess Dingyi, and Liu Zhengfeng also became serious.
They exchanged a glance, confirming each other's assessment: Dongfang Bubai's lightness skill had improved once again.
Dongfang Bubai ignored the discussions of the crowd below, and instead looked at Zhao Yu with great interest.
He looked Zhao Yu up and down several times, then sighed softly, "You're really good. At your age, you're in the prime of your youth, full of vigor and spirit. It's truly enviable."
"At such a young age, you've mastered the Star Absorbing Technique and defeated Brother Tong; you are indeed a rare talent. If you sincerely submit to me, I will not only forgive your past transgressions but also give you an important position. Why be so stubborn and insist on courting death?"
Zhao Yu stood with his hands behind his back, looking at him calmly: "Dongfang Bubai, let's not beat around the bush, and I won't deceive you into believing you're ignorant. Tong Baixiong said I practice the Star Absorbing Technique, and you really believed him?"
"You know Ren Woxing better than I do. He doesn't even trust you, so how could he possibly have left the complete Star Absorbing Technique manual on Blackwood Cliff?"
Dongfang Bubai nodded slightly, seemingly lost in thought, and said, "What you say makes some sense. That old man Ren Woxing has always been suspicious. However, for someone your age to possess such profound skill, what other martial art could it be but the Star Absorbing Technique?"
"What kind of martial art is it? Why don't you try it and see?"
Zhao Yu raised his hand, gesturing for him to proceed: "Let me warn you first, if you don't show your true abilities, you will surely die today."
A powerful aura emanated from Zhao Yu, pressing down on Dongfang Bubai, as if the air itself had frozen.
The crowd below the city gate gradually lowered their voices, feeling the atmosphere growing increasingly tense.
The smile on Dongfang Bubai's face gradually faded, and his expression became serious.
He realized that Zhao Yu didn't seem arrogant.
The two stood facing each other on the city wall, neither making the first move, simply maintaining a silent standoff.
An invisible aura collided between the two, stirring up gusts of wind that made their clothes flutter loudly.
The next instant, both figures vanished from their original positions.
"Where is he? Where is Brother Zhao?" Yue Lingshan couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, rubbing her eyes, but she couldn't see anything.
Linghu Chong suddenly looked up: "Up there!"
Everyone looked in the direction he pointed and saw two blurry figures fighting fiercely in mid-air.
Two afterimages, one black and one red, could be seen constantly colliding and separating, but onlookers could not see their moves at all.
"So fast!" Yue Buqun exclaimed, gripping his longsword tightly, his heart filled with resentment.
He was confident in his swordsmanship, but faced with the speed of these two, he had no chance to even make a move.
In the blink of an eye, the two had exchanged dozens of blows.
The two figures landed simultaneously and stood atop the city wall once more.
Zhao Yu stood in the center, his body enveloped in a red light, obscuring his figure.
All that could be heard was the whistling of palms; the two were already engaged in a fierce battle.
Suddenly, the red light in front of Zhao Yu disappeared, and Dongfang Bubai's figure flashed out from behind Zhao Yu, with a silver needle between his fingertips, piercing straight into Zhao Yu's back.
Meanwhile, Zhao Yu was still dealing with several silver needles flying towards him, seemingly unaware of them at all.
"Young master, be careful!" Yilin couldn't help but exclaim, clutching the hem of her clothes tightly with both hands, her face pale.
The crowd below the city wall gasped in shock, some even closing their eyes, unable to bear witnessing Zhao Yu's tragic death.
Just as Dongfang Bubai's silver needle was about to pierce Zhao Yu's back, his expression suddenly changed drastically.
Without a second thought, Dongfang Bubai abruptly changed his stance from charging forward to retreating.
His movements, from fast to slow, and his ability to change direction in the blink of an eye, were truly unpredictable.
Those who witnessed Dongfang Bubai's speed felt dizzy and almost vomited.
Almost at the same moment Dongfang Bubai retreated, two condensed palm strikes passed through his chest and slammed into the eaves of the city tower beside him.
"Boom!"
A loud crash, and bricks and stones flew everywhere.
The two exquisitely carved eaves were shattered by the force of the palm strike, and broken bricks and tiles fell down with a crash.