Chapter 2 The Five Masters

The five sect leaders from the Second Floor Three Factions were all top-tier experts with profound skills and extraordinary martial arts. It was hard to imagine that these five people would simultaneously attack and work together to besiege one person.

But at this moment, this scenario had become a reality.

Shang Fei had already left Lin Chang's side and arrived on the roof next door, forming a confrontational stance with Miao Shaoqing and Su Shang.

As for Lin Chang's side, all that could be heard was the great sound of wind and thunder, and all that could be seen was the continuous dance of sword shadows and the sudden rise of palm winds. Five incredibly swift figures had already begun to circle around him.

The five sect leaders' movements were either as graceful as startled swans or as powerful as swimming dragons. Their coordination was also quite tacit, with attacks and retreats, advances and defenses, all supporting each other. So, experts were indeed experts. After a brief probing of a few moves, they were able to understand each other's fighting styles.

Logically speaking, someone besieged by these five people working together, even if they had three heads and six arms, would probably have difficulty lasting even a moment. But the terrifying thing was… that at this moment, the one gaining the upper hand was actually Lin Chang, who was surrounded in the middle.

In his left hand, the Duanxue sword qi was as frosty as ice, with powerful moves; in his right hand, the nameless sword was as swift as lightning, sharp and ruthless.

Lin Chang's left and right hands were actually using two different sword techniques, and these two sets were clearly Ye Cheng's "Ye Family Swordplay" and Xie San's "Nameless Quick Sword."

This feat left the five sect leaders and the martial artists watching on the street completely dumbfounded.

The art of ambidexterity was a legendary martial art in this world. It was said that a certain heroine in the past could use this technique to simultaneously use the Quanzhen Swordplay and the Jade Maiden Heart Sutra Swordplay. In the eyes of this group of people today, this was already an impossible divine skill to achieve.

And the scene before them was even more shocking. The two sets of swordplay used by the legendary heroine were at least ones that she had learned. But the two sets of swordplay that Lin Chang was currently using were both techniques that he could not possibly have learned.

Then there was only one explanation…

"Xiao Wuxiang Gong?" Among the crowd, it was Murong Ying who saw the clue and exclaimed in surprise.

"What? Wuxiang?" "What kind of skill is that?" "Never heard of it." Clearly, even those veteran martial artists had never heard of this martial art.

"'Xiao Wuxiang Gong' is a supreme inner energy technique of the Daoist school, emphasizing purity and tranquility, and wandering in the void. When activated, it is formless and traceless. Those who possess this skill can imitate the unique skills of others, and even surpass them, as long as they know the moves of other martial arts, relying on the unparalleled power of Xiao Wuxiang Gong…" Murong Ying was quite dedicated in her role as a narrator NPC.

However, her remarks only caused further panic among the crowd…

"Hahaha…" Although Lin Chang was far away from Murong Ying, he heard every word that came from over there. He laughed upon hearing this, and with both swords in his hands drawing a semicircle in the air, the sword qi bloomed and easily forced back the five people around him.

"A plausible guess, but unfortunately wrong…" Lin Chang said, "My skill is a hundred times stronger than Xiao Wuxiang Gong!" Before his voice faded, his figure moved, instantly closing in on Song Kuan, the leader of the Renwu Sect.

Lin Chang tossed the nameless sword into the air, freeing his right hand. With a single palm, he unleashed a hegemonic strike of Gang Qi towards Song Kuan's abdomen.

"Trying to defeat us one by one…" Song Kuan did not dodge. He possessed a dense inner energy, and was best at using the force against itself, overcoming strength with softness. Therefore, he was very confident that he could take Lin Chang's blow and counter it. "Hmph… you asked for it, force reverses energy, returns double to yourself, four ounces deflects a thousand pounds!"

A moment later, a terrifying scene occurred with a "bang."

Song Kuan's upper body was blasted into a cloud of blood mist… This leader of the Renwu Sect, while fully prepared and confidently channeling his energy to neutralize the attack, was blasted into a complete corpse with a single palm.

As Song Kuan's lower limbs rolled off the roof, Lin Chang calmly reached out and steadily caught the nameless sword that was falling from the sky.

"Good idea, but first… you need to have four ounces," Lin Chang laughed. "Secondly, my move cannot exceed a thousand pounds."

The whole place was stunned, and only one person, after hearing his words, actually laughed out loud.

*Clap clap clap clap…* That person even applauded Lin Chang.

"Good, very good, truly worthy of the Tai Xu Wuxiang Great Art, impressive." Feng Bujue emerged from the crowd, or rather, the surrounding crowd moved away from him…

"Oh? It's you…" Lin Chang's expression changed slightly when he saw Feng Bujue. "As expected, Hall Master Feng is extraordinary. A person without even basic martial arts knowledge can actually name the divine skill I practice." He said in a gloomy voice, "People like you… the fewer there are in this world, the better."

"Yes… people like me…" Feng Bujue replied calmly, "are not only different, but also must die!"

"Hahahaha…"

"Hahahaha!"

These two were actually oblivious to everyone else, laughing loudly at each other.

"Good! What a Lin Chang, in this so-called martial world, only Brother Lin can be called a true hero."

"Hall Master Feng understands me. In this world, I only recognize you, Brother Feng, as living truly freely."

After these two finished speaking, they burst into another burst of laughter. Lin Chang was filled with demonic energy, fierce and terrifying; Jue-ge appeared insane, unpredictable like gods and ghosts.

Regardless of their strength, in terms of aura alone, they were simply not on the same level as everyone else…

"You surnamed Feng! Do you want to join Lin Chang and become a government lackey with him?" In the crowd, Gongsun Li suddenly shouted. This guy was truly sinister, seizing any opportunity to put someone to death.

"I understand, your Broken Sword Teahouse is actually a spy sent by the imperial court!" Shi Yanran's reaction was also not slow, and she immediately made up her own story and made false accusations.

"Huh?" Feng Bujue turned his head. "Hehe… you two are even worthy of speaking in this kind of situation?"

At this moment, there was no one standing around Feng Bujue. Gongsun Li and Shi Yanran leaped forward and stood in front of him, forming a pincer formation, posing as if they were about to attack.

Gongsun Li seized the opportunity and immediately prepared to incite the crowd to rush up and kill Feng Bujue. "Hmph! You can't deny it anymore, there are so many fellow martial artists here today, you just want to…"

"There are so many fellow martial artists here, why are you two in such a hurry to jump out?" Feng Bujue interrupted. "Are you feeling guilty, or do you have shit on you?" As he spoke, he took out a submachine gun from his bag.

From the perspective of Gongsun Li and Shi Yanran, Feng Bujue simply waved his hand in front of his chest, and a strangely shaped object appeared in his hand. This thing didn't look like a weapon at all, and they didn't know what its function was.

They would never guess the answer to this question, because Feng Bujue decisively pulled the trigger and riddled them with bullets.

The Second Head of the Myriad Hues Manor and the Manor Lord's wife instantly became two corpses. The wounds on their bodies were just a few small, charred holes, but blood gushed out from those holes, and the corpses were still twitching strangely on the ground.

"Gongsun Qian! Your wife had an affair with Wang Ao, and she killed someone to silence them on the night two days ago. I happened to witness it, so she and Gongsun Li destroyed the body and fled, intending to frame me. The next day, I used their plan against them, fabricating the process of killing Wang Ao, leaving them with no choice." After killing the people, Feng Bujue immediately roared at Gongsun Qian on the roof, who had a look of astonishment on his face. "Believe it or not, if you're still alive after tonight and want to seek revenge on me, I'll be happy to oblige."

After a few seconds of pause, Feng Bujue continued, "Now! You, everyone! Those who want to leave alive, get out of my way. Lin Chang is not someone you can deal with." He rolled up his sleeves, looking eager to try. "Let the professionals handle it…"

"Ah—" Gongsun Qian suddenly roared at this moment. The Manor Lord's reaction was a bit slow. He had just finished digesting Feng Bujue's first words when Feng Bujue finished his second set of words. Then he chose not to believe it and flew into a rage. "Feng Bujue! You killed my junior brother and slandered my wife's reputation! Prepare to die!"

As soon as he said that, Gongsun Qian gathered a mouthful of foul energy from his Dantian, and the Myriad Hues Divine Skill was brought to its peak. Descending from the sky, he unleashed both fists, directly attacking Feng Bujue's face. At this moment, Gongsun Qian had lost his mind. This move completely ignored strategy and left no room for retreat. He used all his strength, vowing to smash Feng Bujue into meat paste.

"Alas… an ignorant fool who doesn't understand the big picture," a feminine voice sighed.

The voice arrived at the same time as the person. A white figure flashed out from the door of the Cangling Inn, approaching silently like a ghost. Its speed was so fast that even Lin Chang revealed a look of surprise.

In the blink of an eye, Feng Bujue was taken away by the white figure in a displacement. Gongsun Qian's fists landed on nothing, and almost at the same second, he was gently pushed in the back with hidden force. This push was clever enough, borrowing the force of Manor Lord Gongsun himself, making him unable to stop and crash to the ground.

Gongsun Qian had no choice but to turn his fists into palms, barely supporting himself, and then somersaulted in the air for several weeks before finally standing steadily, albeit staggering. Although he looked unharmed on the surface, he had actually suffered quite serious internal injuries.

The white figure's martial arts were clearly far above those of the Myriad Hues Manor Lord. In just the lightning-fast exchange just now, Gongsun Qian had almost lost half of his fighting power.

"It's him!" "How could it be…" "Who exactly is he…"

Amidst a burst of uproar, the shopkeeper of the Cangling Inn made a dazzling appearance.

"Eunuch, you are mighty, Feng admires you." Feng Bujue cupped his fist in salute, with a flattering and despicable look on his face, and said to the shopkeeper.

"Hmph…" The shopkeeper snorted in a effeminate manner, "That thing in your hand, kid, is truly mighty. If he weren't prepared, I'm afraid even that hero Lin would have fallen for your trick."

"Not at all, not at all." Feng Bujue smiled, picked up the gun, and started strafing in Lin Chang's direction, startling Ji Tong, Faming, and Zhong Lian, and the three directly jumped off the roof and scattered.

Lin Chang stood there without moving. A black qi wall bloomed around him, deflecting all the bullets from the submachine gun.

"Even if he's not prepared, the Wuxiang Demonic Heart within his body will automatically resist such potentially fatal surprise attacks," Feng Bujue explained calmly.

At this moment, the onlookers were stunned again and again. The minds of those martial artists were basically echoing with two questions: One, is this actually a battle between gods? Two, is this an illusion caused by air currents, or am I drunk?