A Long Grind to Daoist Monarch-Chapter 98 - 95: What, You’re the Heaven-defying Saber? (Part 2)

"What does Tongwen Hall even count as? Ninghai Zen's martial arts are unparalleled, but there's always someone better and skies beyond skies.

A Great Demon King who has transformed seven times, even the Daoist Official must be vigilant.

Besides, we Red Eyebrow Bandits pull with the reputation of the Boss and his Heaven-defying Saber.

Ten years ago, he died at the hands of Ninghai Zen, but if someone eliminates this Instructor, they would surely rise to the top.

Do you think those bosses don't want to kill Ninghai Zen?"

Yang Meng squinted his eyes. The Instructor's fame was overwhelming, dominating all martial circles in Black River County these years.

Bear, eagle, tiger, leopard, none of them have managed to get the better of him.

Though having witnessed the prowess of the Eight-armed Ape, the skills of the other two bosses probably wouldn't be inferior.

Three people joining forces, along with a newly emerged Demon King, to deal with the solitary Ninghai Zen.

It should be a sure thing, success within grasp!

Yet every time Yang Meng heard this name, he would recall that day in the mourning hall, the indescribable oppression this person brought, and an impending shadow arose in his heart.

"Don't worry, Younger Brother Yang, I mean what I say!

Later, I'll call the brothers to surround Qiansi Sect on all sides, blocking front and back, not even allowing a fly to escape!"

Zhang the Fifth chuckled.

He had grudges with that Instructor, having once been struck by Ninghai Zen's palm but survived.

Lucky to cling onto half a life, logically he should be more fearful of this Instructor.

But Zhang the Fifth had the fortune to see that Demon King with the fourth boss, with just a glance, he understood how terrifying the ferocity of demons could be.

"Falling into the Turbid Tide, like a fish in water, like a dragon in the sea, such immense boost, Younger Brother Yang you..."

Zhang the Fifth was full of pride, smiling, suddenly there was the rustling of wind, like a sharp whistle abruptly sounding and arrived incredibly fast.

His heart jumped in shock, instinctively leaned back, his waist and muscles snapped like bursting beans, almost sticking to the ground.

Swish!

A feathered arrow whizzed through the air, instantly taking down a Red Eyebrow Bandit!

The robbed red cloth floated away in the wind, quite eye-catching.

"Damn it!"

"Which rat? Shooting people stealthily!"

"How did the post fall…"

The crowd was shocked and frightened, the sky grew darker, only the big red lanterns hung high by each household, emitting a dim glow.

At this moment, an archer suddenly appeared, reaping lives like a scythe cutting grass, as easy as pie!

Yang Meng reacted swiftly, quickly darting behind the stone pillar of Qiansi Sect's gate:

"The intruder's martial arts aren't high! It might be Bai Ahqi! Surround him! Don't let him escape!"

After all, he had commanded the guard of Fishery, facing adversaries without panic, directing the Red Eyebrow Bandits to put down the paper lanterns they held.

In the dim light and pitch blackness, these people were the best targets for the archer.

"No one! Boss Yang!"

A Red Eyebrow Bandit sneaked over but didn't catch sight of Bai Qi.

"Ah! It hurts! You rat... come out! Come out and face me!"

Just as he called out, he was struck down by a bamboo arrow, but didn't die outright, covering his bloody eye and wailing miserably.

"Curse you! You dog bastard..."

Swish!

Another arrow!

This time, it pierced through the thigh, penetrating flesh and bone!

The Red Eyebrow Bandit holding a steel knife staggered and fell, then another arrow pinned him through the chest!

"Such a ruthless kid! He uses bamboo arrows, which means he doesn't have many feathered arrows... Boss, you're a Third-Practice Martial Artist, beyond fifty steps, you're not afraid of his sneak attacks!"

Yang Meng's eyes were cold like a venomous snake ready to strike at the right opportunity.

Bamboo arrows lack the killing power and stability compared to pricier feathered arrows used by the military.

"Damn it, almost overturned in the gutter!"

Barely dodging an arrow, Zhang the Fifth was so startled his soul nearly left his body, if not for his sharp senses, he would have been shot cold.

He grabbed a steel knife, leapt forward like a charging horse, each stride covering several yards.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

The night was frigid and the houses stretched on endlessly, three bamboo arrows shot swiftly in succession, leaving no room for reaction.

Zhang the Fifth's temple veins bulged, pupils contracted heavily, muscles in chest, belly, waist, and back swelled and the entire body instantly doubled in size. With enormous hands like millstones, he forcefully swung, whipping up a violent gust.

Crack! Crack! Crack—

Dense air streams wrapped the incoming bamboo arrows, diverting them crookedly, Zhang the Fifth grabbed them tightly.

Arrows made of bamboo wood instantly fractured into pieces, not even scratching his palm.

As a Third-Practice Martial Artist, even swords and knives can't harm him, let alone bamboo arrows!

Unless this lad got hold of military equipment, targeting experts, shooting Armor and Qi Breaker Profound Gold Arrows.

Otherwise, even if he stood here letting him shoot away, it'd be like scratching an itch.

"Got you! You dog bastard!"

Zhang the Fifth glared ferociously, stepping hard, hitting sideways, shattering the wooden door of a street-side shop, and then its collapsing mud wall.

Dust billowed, his imposing silhouette rushed out, despite moving so fast, he only glimpsed a corner of clothing, gracefully running along rooftops and eaves.

"What an impressive body technique!"

Zhang the Fifth chased madly, he, a Third-Practice Expert, how could he not catch up with a Muscle Training Great Success?

Boom! Boom! Boom—

The ground trembled, like muffled thunder!

The two grew closer!

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"Shame, if I had Song Qiying's eagle sight, the shot just now could have been more precise, aiming for his lower body, maybe achieving success with one strike."

Wind whistled by, Bai Qi relied on the skills of Arhat Hand and Dragon Palm, stepping lightly on tiles, moving swiftly, never worried about slipping.

He deliberately attracted Red Eyebrow Bandits blocking the path, so that Xiaotou could reach Tongwen Hall unhindered.

Although the Instructor wasn't there, there still was Uncle Dao!