Chen Ping's Sword-Chapter 43: Soft Bone Fist, Flower-Bending Hand

Chapter 43: Chapter 43: Soft Bone Fist, Flower-Bending Hand

"Protect yourselves, don’t follow me."

Chen Ping held a long blade in his hand, dragging his left leg, with his hair hanging down in front, only revealing a pair of sharp eyes, slowly moving forward.

This was the persona he had established in front of others—disheveled hair and a limp in one leg.

Everyone who heard about him knew him as such.

Of course, it was also early preparation for his escape route.

If one does not plan for the future, there will surely be immediate worries.

Even when intent on killing, Chen Ping didn’t forget to showcase his unique persona.

Seeing Chen Ping holding a blade, exuding murderous intent, passersby felt an inexplicable chill while walking down the street.

Upon looking back, their hearts filled with alarm, they hurriedly stepped aside.

"It’s Tian Qi!"

"This cripple dares to come here, it’s a perfect opportunity for us to earn merit."

Someone shouted, rushing over.

Truly, Chang Sansi’s past deceptions were too strong, often granting small favors, which gained him many loyal followers.

At the same time, he gathered many orphans, teaching them the art of killing. Dealing with the Qilin, Yulan, and Qinhe Streets for a long time, at one command, everyone was eager to confront Tian Qi.

Even if Dong Jinzhong came personally, he couldn’t stop it in a short time.

Without raising his head, Chen Ping dragged his blade behind him.

Waiting only until two men wielding sticks and swords rushed up to him, the blade flashed like snow.

Two large heads flew off.

Blood sprayed like a fountain.

"Ah..."

Shouts and screams erupted all around.

The crowd pushed and cursed, scattering in all directions to stay far away from him.

More and more disciples in green rushed forward, yet dared not approach.

This indeed was someone who dared to kill.

"Every grievance has a source, every debt a debtor... Chang Sansi commits atrocities, oppressing the innocent. Today, I’m here to take his life. It’s a personal vendetta, do not get involved."

Chen Ping killed two people as if crushing two ants, without pausing his steps, his voice indifferent.

This time, the noise of incitement lessened somewhat.

Some cursed, afraid to come forward.

Many more stayed farther away, casting their gaze towards the vermillion-gated courtyard.

Inside was silent.

"At this point, won’t you come out yet, Vice Incense Master Chang?"

Chen Ping chuckled lightly but was impatient to wait any longer. A few steps brought him to the door, and he lifted his foot to kick.

Bang...

With a loud noise, the two thick vermillion doors shattered as if struck by a battering ram, and burst into pieces...

Whizzing... Wood fragments flew and shot everywhere.

"Fire..."

A command came from inside the courtyard.

Arrows shot like locusts in flight, the strong wind hitting his face.

Chen Ping’s figure wavered, his long knife drawing a circle in front of him, and with muffled crashes, more than a dozen arrows fell to the ground.

Even though the Great Li Dynasty was already shaky, the government’s control had weakened.

However, the control over certain items was still quite strict.

For example, crossbows were prohibited but not bows, armor prohibited but not swords.

Even if Chang Sansi took over three streets and acted like a tyrant, gathering some desperate followers, it was difficult to procure a large number of strong crossbows and iron armor.

Only a dozen people in blue clothing ambushed in the courtyard, drawing bows and shooting arrows, with muffled shots.

For Chen Ping, the arrows didn’t pose much threat.

Having witnessed bullets flying in the future, the arrows shot from these soft bows felt entirely unimpressive to him.

He didn’t even bother dodging too much.

Simply relying on his extraordinary eyesight and hearing, he could clearly see the trajectory of the arrows... wielding his blade to strike or deflect them, casually swatting them away.

Like an unmatched warrior on the battlefield, charging through formations on horseback.

Scattered rain of arrows had no effect on them at all.

Unless it were a military general of the same level, using the most powerful Divine Arm Bow to shoot a cold arrow, it might have some effect.

However, that effect wouldn’t be too significant either.

Chen Ping’s current state was precisely like this.

With extremely sensitive senses and unparalleled quick reactions.

There were only a dozen soft bows ambushing in the courtyard, and the arrows shot from them were hardly faster than slow-motion scenes in movies.

Where was there any hint of danger?

His right hand swung the blade to slash, while his left hand moved like catching fish, creating afterimages as he caught the occasional incoming arrow, flinging it back like a powerful bow or crossbow.

The archers hiding at the corners of the house and under the eaves fell with screams, convulsing and struggling.

Soon, the arrows thinned out, and voices gradually died away.

"Not killing you back then was my biggest mistake in life."

The interior door swung open, and someone walked out.

It was Chang Sansi.

When they first met, this Vice Incense Master Chang had a smiling face, extremely amicable.

Half a month later, upon meeting again, his face was haggard, eyes sinister, like a completely different person.

"Thirty years of Hedong, thirty years of Hexi, never underestimate a poor youth."

Chen Ping laughed heartily.

Seeing Chang Sansi in this state put him at ease.

If the opponent had nothing to fear, indifferent to his arrival, he would need to be cautious.

Because that would mean the so-called Fox, Chang Sansi, still had many cards up his sleeve.

But now, deploying a large number of people to search and ambushing archers for a sneak attack, having used all his tactics, it proved that the opponent had reached the end of his resources, with no further backup.

"Hold on, the incident with Tang Sanliang and Lv Xi was my fault for scheming against you. Now, I’ve already left the Seven-Colored Hall, and we have no conflicts of interest anymore... How about we call a truce and make peace?"

Chang Sansi waved his hand, sighing with a dejected look. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

"You’re afraid."

Chen Ping shook his head with a smile, though his eyes were cold, as he slowly dragged the blade forward...

Passing by an archer’s corpse, he hooked it lightly with his foot, flinging the archer’s body ahead.

Thud...

The heavy body of the archer hit the ground, producing a hollow thud.

Dust rose, and the ground in front of the house suddenly collapsed, revealing a square pit, a full ten feet wide and thirty feet long.

Swish swish...

As the body fell down, there were two sounds of sharp objects piercing flesh from within.

"If you hadn’t set a trap in front, I might almost have believed you."

As the trap in front was exposed.

Chang Sansi’s eyes twitched slightly, his demeanor suddenly changing, like a lion waking up from a nap.

"Why put me through all this trouble, couldn’t you just accept your fate peacefully?"

Without even seeing what he did, several green bricks quietly shattered under his feet, his body bouncing into the air.

With one step, spanning ten feet, his arm shone with a greenish-black sheen, reaching out to grab in front of him.

A fierce wind swooped down.

Although Chang Sansi’s attack was fast, Chen Ping’s reaction was faster.

Just before the pale, skeletal claw reached his face, he had already executed a perfect defense, a long blade creating a screen of light across his chest.

If you dare to reach out, I will dare to break your arm.

Clang...

Just as the long blade slashed out.

He discovered that Chang Sansi’s ferocious attack, like a lion or tiger’s claw strike, with light tremors in his arm, had become as soft as noodles.

Transforming into a soft whip, wrapping around the blade with great force.

Snap...

The blade snapped in two.

It wasn’t over yet.

While twisting the blade apart, Chang Sansi took another step forward...

His body swelled like inflating air, with his extended right hand behaving like a spirit snake, lengthening by half a foot. Changing the grab into a punch, with a muffled sound, it hit Chen Ping’s chest.

"What kind of fist technique is this, enabling the arm to extend and twist, did he train away his bones?"

Struck in the chest by a punch.

Feeling the penetrating, vibrating force surging over him, it felt like being struck by a giant hammer, Chen Ping instinctively collapsed his chest, redirecting the force.

His foot slipped, sliding three yards...

The soles of his shoes scraped against the ground, leaving two long marks.

He coughed lightly twice, curious, he asked.

This fist technique was indeed a first in his life.

Not only could the body unpredictably enlarge and elongate, but the arms could also bend at will and even stretch...like an acrobat.

The power was certainly not small either.

This punch landed on his chest, delivering a force of nearly two thousand pounds, at least half of his own strength.

"Amazing."

At this moment, looking at Chang Sansi, Chen Ping’s eyes burned with enthusiasm as if he saw a treasure.

...

Don’t leave me hanging by not finishing this book.