nucmednet Chapter 43 Good advice is hard to give, may you rest in peace.
Chapter 43 Good advice is hard to give, may you rest in peace.
Li Xin inhaled deeply, causing the spear in his hand to vibrate and hum, its blade seemingly ablaze with flames.
A glint of cold light, like a star's flame, pointed towards the tall old man's throat.
There are no other fancy tricks, just speed, unparalleled speed.
Just as I saw Li Xin holding his spear to his chest, the next moment, the sharp wind was already piercing my bones.
"Young people who are too impetuous are prone to premature death."
The old man remained calm and unhurried. He took a half step back, circled his head with his hands, and the tiger-head broadsword was already in front of him from his back.
His movements were slow; in fact, he was a full beat slower than Li Xin.
However, the parry distance is short, and the angle is precise...
Just as the tip of the gun was about to touch the skin, it struck the blade.
A flash of cold light streaked past, and a sharp gust of wind swept across the side of her neck, leaving a red mark.
Li Xin advanced and thrust forward, but missed his target. He withdrew his spear and retreated, moving with lightning speed.
With the spear tip pointing diagonally at the ground, watching the drop of blood flowing from the cut on the red-faced old man's neck, he didn't rush to attack again, but simply shook his head and said softly, "If you're not hot-blooded, are you still a young man?"
Senior, your swordsmanship is truly exquisite, and your strength is mature and seasoned. You are not far from being able to activate and spread your strength throughout your body.
If you were to shut yourself in and diligently practice, there would be hope of making further progress. So why are you working so hard for this corrupt official?
"As long as you stop and leave, we can pretend this never happened."
He acted too hastily due to his anger.
He couldn't be bothered to listen to what the tall old man was saying.
He dismissed all their arguments as utter nonsense, thinking that anyone who dared to attack him was an enemy, and he would simply slaughter them.
Only then did he realize what was happening.
What exactly does the other party mean by saying "My senior brother is Divine Fist Song"?
Song Zhichao, the Divine Fist Master, is the leader of the Huiyou Society and the chief镖头 (bodyguard/escort). He is also one of the six masters of the two sects in the capital, as mentioned by Zhuang Hongxiu.
He was as famous as Wang Wu, the Great Swordsman, and his own master, and was known as the one with unparalleled boxing skills.
It's not that the old man was particularly powerful.
No matter how powerful he is, if it really comes down to a fight, Li Xin isn't necessarily afraid of him.
My strength is improving rapidly every day, although I am still no match for a grandmaster-level expert at the Six Absolutes level.
If you really get into a fight, you can only run and fight, running away while the opponent chases you.
But it won't be long before they're on the offensive and have the upper hand, and then they won't have to worry about anyone anymore.
The problem is, Huiyou Escort Agency has a pretty good reputation.
Especially the legendary Master Song, who was highly respected.
Generally speaking, if you can give him face, you should.
"Haha, a toad yawning, what a boastful tone. Kid, you're only good because you're fast; your marksmanship is really terrible."
Our escort agency has always operated this way: we take money and solve problems for people.
"No matter who you belong to, with me here today, you can forget about killing Lord Yang."
The red-faced old man narrowed his eyes into slits, staring intently at Li Xin.
He felt relieved when the blade grazed his neck, leaving only a small cut.
His gaze swept over his prized disciple, who had been pierced through the back by a spear and lay in a pool of blood, and a burning killing intent surged within him.
While he was secretly alarmed by the masked little man's surprisingly fast movements as he charged at him, he wasn't entirely without confidence in his ability to defend himself.
He thought that as long as he guarded his position and did not seek to achieve nothing but to avoid making mistakes, he would surely make the other party leave empty-handed.
Once we find his whereabouts, we'll gather more people to avenge our disciple.
"Alright, may Senior Zhang rest in peace."
It's hard to persuade a damn ghost with good words.
Li Xin nodded and said nothing more.
With a flicker, he vanished into thin air like a ghost.
Not only did Zhang Shijie not see how he disappeared right under his nose, but neither did the magistrate Yang Wenhan, who was not far away, nor the servants of the Yang family who were peeking out from the backyard of the main hall.
In the flickering firelight, when a real figure came into view, Zhang Shijie turned and swung his sword, the wind of the blade howling as he spun rapidly close to the body.
Just moments ago, the flash of the blade was like a dragon coiling and a tiger roaring.
The next moment, all his movements stopped.
A crimson spearhead had already emerged from the throat.
The gun pierced through the back of the neck, going straight through.
As fast as a silver thread...
By the time they saw it, it was already too late; blood had been drawn and the throat was sealed.
"Giggle..."
Zhang Shijie wanted to turn his head to look behind him.
But no matter what, I couldn't get it out of my way.
His eyes were wide open, staring intently ahead, unable to close them.
"Overestimating one's abilities."
Li Xin drew his spear with a backhand motion, twirling it to the side and flicking away a spray of blood. He sneered, "Even the most exquisite moves require similar speed to be effective. Did you really think brute force could overcome all techniques?"
The initial probe shot was blocked because Li Xin did not use his full strength.
He exerts only three-tenths of his strength, while reserving seven-tenths for adaptability.
In other words, with an agility rating of 40, he actually only performed at a level of 33 to 34.
Of course, even with this level of agility, enhanced by the [lightness] characteristic, it is still extremely fast.
Even if the red-faced old man Zhang Zhijie had mastered the Yi Jin Jing and Du Jing techniques, he was only one step away from spreading his internal energy. His agility would not exceed 30 points at most. Logically speaking, he should be unable to block or avoid the attack.
After all, he didn't practice boxing that pursued speed and agility, but rather followed a middle path that combined strength and skill.
This level of agility is naturally much slower than Li Xin's.
However, a life-or-death struggle is not as simple as comparing numbers.
Otherwise, the weak will never be able to defeat the strong.
Those who are slow will always be defeated by those who are fast.
That's certainly not the case.
This is the effect of force rather than technique in boxing.
It can overcome speed with slowness and defeat strength with weakness.
Li Xin's spear thrust was direct, and the blade traveled a greater distance.
Zhang Shijie, on the other hand, could simply swing his blade slightly to deliver a horizontal strike, requiring only a short distance.
With their moves, skills, and positioning.
Even if there's a significant speed difference, it's not impossible to stop them; there's still a chance to find a sliver of victory.
After their weapons clashed, Zhang, the bodyguard, immediately realized that apart from speed, Li Xin's strength and skillful techniques were not necessarily superior to his own.
His confidence soared on the spot, and he immediately made some harsh remarks.
As a result, problems arose.
If it were back at the Silver Hook Gambling House, even if Li Xin temporarily activated 34 agility, he might still have to take some risks when dealing with a veteran expert with close to 30 agility.
After all, the opponent has practiced martial arts for many years and is very experienced. He has many clever moves to make up for his slight disadvantage in speed.
But things are completely different now.
Li Xin activated a full 40 points of temporary agility.
Both the speed of attack and the speed of movement are much faster than before.
Furthermore, it possesses the characteristic of being "light and agile," making its nimbleness incomparable to that of the past.
His movements were effortless, his turns and changes of direction as if he had escaped the Earth's gravity.
In this situation, go all out.
Even though Zhang Shijie could sense his attack and react in time to intercept it, he was still more than a beat too slow.
Before the broadsword could even reach its target, the spear blade had already pierced his throat.
"Do you have any last words?"
Li Xin watched as Zhang Shijie slowly collapsed to the ground, then turned to look at Yang Wenhan, the prefectural magistrate of the capital.
The booklet contains this person's name.
Yang Wenhan was already unsteady on his feet.
His whole body was shaking like a Parkinson's patient.
The cool night breeze carried a strong stench of urine.
Li Xin lowered his gaze and saw a puddle of water at the old man's feet, and the puddle was still expanding.
"I am a sixth-rank official, highly valued by the court. If anything were to happen to me, it would surely cause a great uproar in the capital..."
Seeing Li Xin standing there, the Nezha Prince's mask curled up slightly, as if mocking him. Yang Wenhan quickly changed the subject: "The women purchased from the manor can be released. I can also offer a large sum of money so that the hero won't have made a wasted trip."
"If only I had known then what I know now, I wouldn't have done it in the first place."
Li Xin chuckled.
Suddenly, the spear tip, like a venomous snake, whistled and pierced the white-haired old man's throat.
This official wasn't stupid; he knew why he had stormed into the mansion.
"But killing you would not only avenge the victims, but also grant me a large sum of money."
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