A Long Grind to Daoist Monarch-Chapter 99 - 95: What, You’re the Heaven-defying Saber? (3)

Although the old man resembles a gatekeeper, he has never demonstrated or mentioned his martial arts skills.

But from the usual sharp insights and his conduct and behavior,

He should be at least a third-training entry level...right?

Blocking this self-proclaimed Heaven-defying Saber leader of the water thieves shouldn't be a problem.

"The cow horn bow isn't fierce enough; if I had an iron-core bow with feathered arrows, even a third-training level would need to be cautious."

Bai Qi tasted the advantage of long-range attacks; with the archery skills combining his long chimpanzee-like arms and the forceful seven-layered leather armor, he could display combat power far surpassing the first training level.

"Trying to escape! No way!"

Zhang the Fifth once again smashed open a yellow mud-bricked wall, spread his five fingers across the low eaves, crushed the tiles, and threw them with force!

Whizz! Whizz whizz whizz!

The sharp air currents tore apart, as if pouring like a downpour, suddenly enveloping the tall figure in front.

"Good tactics!"

Bai Qi knew the risk of provoking a third-training martial artist, but if blocked by the Red Eyebrow Bandits at the entrance and exit of Tongwen Hall, escaping would be even harder.

His neck shrank, and muscles throughout his body suddenly tightened, seemingly dropping a few inches in height. In a flash, he fell from the eaves.

Crack!

The tiles hit the rooftop like arrows, instantly piercing small holes!

"Now that you've landed, can you outrun me?"

Zhang the Fifth laughed madly, recalling the years gathering momentum along the Black Water River yet encountering the instructor fishing from a boat.

Ninghai Zen in a blue robe didn't even glance over, casually patted, causing him to almost lose his life, becoming a cripple!

"Slay your apprentice! I rely on the Red Eyebrow, why should I fear a lone figure like you!"

Zhang the Fifth's killing intent surged, his foot muscles suddenly expanding and contracting, with each step shattering the smooth long stone slab ground.

"Die!"

The water thief leader roared like a tiger, his powerful figure rising from the ground, stepping towards the fleeing Bai Qi!

"I have another feathered arrow."

Bai Qi combined his waist and hips, his footing akin to the Arhat Hand stance, his spine shivering wildly like a dragon, coiling like a snake.

Every muscle infused with strength, he squeezed the feathered arrow retrieved from nowhere, its arrowhead sharp and exposed!

Clang!

With his arm opening and closing, the cow horn hard bow stretched into a full moon!

Directly aiming at the airborne Zhang the Fifth!

This time, there's truly no escape!

"I don't believe you can retract your privates!"

Bai Qi had been holding back for a long time, walking like on the edge of a knife, waiting for this moment.

Ninghai Zen taught him the unpredictability in combat; firstly, "knowledge," which means to learn and understand the strengths and weaknesses of various schools, using his knowledge against their ignorance;

Secondly, "wisdom," to compete not only in strength, spirit, ferocity, and courage, but also in intelligence!

Feign weakness to the enemy, attack their deficiencies!

"What a cunning little brat!"

Zhang the Fifth had rushed fiercely, but a stomp with shock power could have even overturned Bai Qi leaping a yard away.

He didn't expect the boy was hiding a feathered arrow!

Suspended in the air without leverage, he urgently exhaled a stream of white air, straight as an arrow!

His head leaned back, his body trembling, muscles expanding then relaxing, forcibly shifting half an inch!

The arrow shot upwards, capable of piercing the seven-strand leather armor, tore through the crotch, from the lower abdomen to the chest, leaving a deep blood trail! 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

"To be wounded by a Muscle Training Great Success kid..."

Zhang the Fifth's strength drained, his foot stomped heavily, only breaking several smooth stone slabs without overwhelming the agile Bai Qi.

Watching as the opponent slipped into the dark alley, akin to a slippery fish escaping his grasp.

"Huh, why did you stop running?"

Zhang the Fifth wiped his flesh wound, contemplating how to capture Bai Qi and deal with him viciously, only to see the boy halt, no longer attempting to escape.

Soon after, a tall figure slowly emerged from the dark alley.

Wearing a mink fur hat, his face flushed but spirited, resembling an ordinary wealthy gentleman.

"You, are you the Heaven-defying Saber?"

The old man seemed kind, speaking slowly and casually.

"Exactly! I am the Heaven-defying Saber, dominating the Black Water River!"

Zhang the Fifth's eyebrows furrowed tightly; finally, the commotion alerted the surrounding Red Eyebrow Bandits, torches pouring in, illuminating the long street somewhat.

He carefully scrutinized the old man, who resembled a wealthy gentleman, feeling inexplicably familiar as if they had met before.

"You are the Heaven-defying Saber, then who should I be?"

The question was exceedingly strange, Zhang the Fifth was about to utter, "Who cares who you are," but before any word emerged, terror-stricken eyes widened.

The seemingly gentle old man, devoid of evil qi, removed the mink fur hat to reveal his bald head.

Crimson lotus bloomed like dipped in cinnabar, depicted with meticulous brushwork, brimming with lifelike charm.

But the twelve burn scars inexplicably ruined this artistry.

"Red Eyebrow Bandits! Arm, chest, back, face, all allowable for cinnabar, except... for the leader, the red lotus atop the head!"