Why do I have so many masters?-Chapter 472 - 133: Youthful Spirit (Two in One)

Before the grand mansion of the Red Gang, Yue Chengsi saw the young man he had barely managed to capture being let go. He was already unable to contain his rage, and upon hearing that statement from Ah Ping, his anger surged uncontrollably to his head as he let out consecutive sinister laughs, saying:

"What a 'no blame' indeed!"

"What a 'strike' indeed!"

"It seems this naive young calf has sought out my Red Gang to make a name for himself, haha, very well, I wonder which sect or family this brave young hero hails from, to have such gall?!"

His blood boiled with fury.

Ah Ping pursed his lips and said:

"No sect. No lineage."

He had merely been passing by and saw a robust man pressing the youngster under a handcart full of grass and pushing it toward this location. When he saw the brute pull him down harshly, his mind instinctively recalled an event from three years ago.

How similar it was to that past event...

Ropes, a handcart as well.

That incident had nearly altered the course of his entire life.

Thus, without the slightest hesitation, he intervened directly—three years ago, someone had saved him from the whirlpool, and now, he could not remain indifferent to what was happening before his eyes; but now that the captured youth had left, he was already seeking an opportunity to disengage.

The Red Gang was the largest faction in Ningzheng City. And this place was the gang's territory; if he continued the entanglement, he feared he would not be able to extricate himself.

Despite this, his expression showed no trace of fear.

The hand that gripped the sword remained steady without a hint of trembling.

Wang Anfeng was hiding in a distant alleyway, observing the unfolding situation.

His right hand held a twig, ready to intervene at any moment.

Yue Chengsi grew increasingly furious when he heard these words, and finally, unable to restrain his emotions, he raised the heavy ringed saber in his hand, and immediately several gang members charged out from behind him, shouting angrily as they encircled Ah Ping, aiming to slash at his neck, chest, abdomen, and legs.

In an instant, sharp lights from the blades surrounded the youth, and in the blink of an eye, he was thrust into a perilous situation.

The wooden sword was slightly raised.

The sounds of low humming turned fierce, several afterimages slanted and slashed, the clanging noises were incessant, and the incoming weapons were all repelled, none could reach within three feet of Ah Ping.

His sword style was simple and generous.

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Wang Anfeng's eyes brightened as he recognized the familiar swordsmanship.

Mo Family Swordsmanship · Universal Love.

Defeat without killing.

This sword move had been practiced by Ah Ping countless times and had attained great mastery. He repelled the incoming foes but did not take their lives; he didn't even wound anyone. Seizing the momentum, he lifted his longsword, changing his sword moves drastically.

No longer the mellow style from before, but rather sharp and stern, targeting the enemy's vital points. In a blink, he wreaked havoc among his opponents, who were thrown into disarray. Though he did not strike heavily, clearly still reflecting the Mo Family style, despite his young age and the multitude of enemies, he was not at a disadvantage when outnumbered.

Wang Anfeng let out a soft exclamation.

While Ah Ping's Mo Family Swordsmanship need not be mentioned, having mastered the three essences of the Mo Family, it was clearly linked to Master Fu Mo, who accompanied him. Even the swordsmanship used by the young man at the moment carried an inexplicable familiarity in his eyes.

When the young man in the blue shirt shouted sharply, his Eight-Sided Wooden Sword thrusting fiercely, that feeling intensified to the point where he almost thought he was seeing his own self from three years ago.

It was his swordsmanship.

Wang Anfeng's face showed astonishment.

In his memory, Ah Ping was merely someone he had saved on their first meeting, on the night Wang Anfeng rescued him, he had seen his swordsmanship. Yet, seeing him now, Ah Ping had managed to replicate several of his sword moves over these three years and then endeavored to complete them.

The sword style transmitted by Mister Ying, and the parts that Ah Ping had pondered and completed, were naturally far from comparing to those few moves in intricacy, and in fact, even those few moves were just scraping the surface.

Yet, he used the other sword moves entirely as a buildup for these three strikes, heightening their power with the momentum of the other techniques, using them as killing moves. Though it was a trick, it was already a rather sharp set of swordsmanship, under which the Red Gang members were defeated without the power to retaliate, forced to retreat repeatedly.

Once again with a sword strike, forcing several people back, Ah Ping caught his breath for a moment, his feet getting ready to step back, preparing to disengage, but at that moment, from within the mansion, suddenly a voice exclaimed:

"What's going on?!"

"Who is causing trouble in my Red Gang?"

The voice was delicate and youthful, seemingly that of a young girl.

As the words fell, several people walked out from inside, the one in the lead indeed being a young girl, about Ah Ping's age. She wore no dress, nor any jewelry, only dressed in vigorous attire, her long hair that was dark as ink braided and hanging behind her.

Flanking her were two men, one brawny with thick limbs, holding a heavy axe, the other slim and light-footed. They had not yet stepped out the door but were already looking at the young man outside wielding the wooden sword, each with their own wariness.

Ah Ping sensed the gaze of the two martial artists, his heart sinking slightly. His steps faltered, his wooden sword raised horizontally in front of him.

The girl frowned, glanced at Ah Ping whose face bore many scars, then withdrew her gaze and looked at her disheveled subordinates and said:

"What's going on?"

"Where is the person I wanted captured? You let him escape?"

The girl's eyebrows furrowed more sharply.

Yue Chengsi, covering his aching shoulder, grimaced and said: