Martial Arts Escort System: I Got A Maxed Level Divine Technique From The Beginning - Chapter 1381: 527: Assassination (Part 3)
Capítulo 1381: Chapter 527: Assassination (Part 3)
Shui Wuchang was not surprised at all. At the moment he threw out the brush, he had already taken the steel pitchfork in hand.
With a flick of the wrist, buzz buzz buzz!
The steel pitchfork spiraled up into the sky.
The strike descending from the beam had to change its course at this point, the hand circling and grasping, tightly holding onto the pitchfork’s shaft.
Shui Wuchang sneered coldly:
“Bold!”
His move was quite extraordinary; to grab recklessly would likely crush all the skin and flesh in the opponent’s palm.
Yet, unexpectedly, after the two words fell, the steel pitchfork abruptly stopped spinning.
It was firmly grasped in the opponent’s palm.
“What?”
Shui Wuchang was shocked. What great strength!?
Immediately, his footsteps sank, with a crunching sound, the chair behind him shattered, and the ground’s tiles cracked, as he fiercely lifted the pitchfork: “Let go!”
The man complied, and after letting go, he turned back and threw a massive punch.
Shui Wuchang had anticipated this move and promptly released his grip; the steel pitchfork flew out, while he raised his hand for a strike.
Bang!
A punch and a palm met, causing Shui Wuchang to groan while blood spurted from his mouth.
Tonight, he bore three blades and six holes before Su Mo.
His chest was already injured, coupled with the terrifying physical strength of the opponent.
Upon contact, the injuries worsened.
It seemed he would die from this punch if not for the thrown steel pitchfork.
As it left his hand, Shui Wuchang applied a Hidden Force.
Consequently, the pitchfork twirled, aiming straight at the assassin’s face.
If intending to kill Shui Wuchang first, he couldn’t escape being pierced through by the pitchfork.
Immediately, he could only push Shui Wuchang back and swiftly avoid the direction of the pitchfork.
Unexpectedly, Shui Wuchang casually caught the pitchfork base, stepped back, and protected his heart with the pitchfork, coldly looking at the uninvited guest:
“Who are you?”
“How dare you toy with me?”
The figure was clad in black, expressing this sentence because of the ease with which Shui Wuchang caught the pitchfork.
Judging by this, the pitchfork wasn’t lethal enough to kill him, but its inherent sharpness could cause harm.
Dodging it was unnecessary, ironically losing a great chance to defeat Shui Wuchang.
Shui Wuchang sneered:
“You arrive in the cover of night, intending to kill.
“What a cowardly turtle hiding its head.
“If you dare not leave your name, just go; failing to kill me, once I shout, you’ll be surrounded.”
“Feel free to try.”
The black-clothed man seemed no longer in a hurry, glancing at the things Shui Wuchang had written on the table.
He sneered: “You certainly deserve to die.”
“Are you from the Dark Dragon Hall?”
Shui Wuchang’s heart tightened, realizing something was wrong, so he decisively jumped toward the window without any entanglement.
Leaping out the door, the bright moon hung high, and the night was eerily silent.
“Could it be…”
Thinking of this made Shui Wuchang’s heart heavy.
With a tap of the foot, intending to soar into the sky.
But at that moment, the sound of breaking wind reached his back.
He turned abruptly, sweeping the pitchfork.
Yet it swept through empty air as a fist broke through, aiming straight for his heart.
Shui Wuchang moved his palm, the pitchfork quickly maneuvered in his hand, clutching the top end of the shaft.
The rest of the shaft shielded his chest.
But the punch was already there!
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With a loud bang.
The Hundred refined steel pitchfork he wielded, the shaft under that punch, twisted out of shape.
The Punch Wind drove directly in, hitting Shui Wuchang’s wounds.
Another mouthful of blood spewed, Shui Wuchang was sent flying into the courtyard.
Looking up again, the black-clothed man advanced, a fist aimed directly at Shui Wuchang’s face.
Shui Wuchang sighed, having no strength left.
This person’s power, one punch would likely obliterate his head.
About to close his eyes to meet his end, the buzzing fist sound unexpectedly came from behind.
Opening his eyes, he saw two fists meeting in front of him.
With a muffled boom, the clash released a vast power sweeping in all directions.
Shui Wuchang was nearly unable to open his eyes against the Vigorous Wind, rolling across the ground clutching the distorted pitchfork.
Once gathered, he sat on the ground and looked back.
Seeing the two fist fighters had separated.
Both retreated three steps.
The black-clothed man’s face was filled with surprise looking at the person opposite:
“Who are you?”
Shui Wuchang recognized him.
This was the Old Man that followed the Hall Master today.
Yet he didn’t know why he appeared here?
In astonishment, he heard the Old Man speak coldly:
“Where did you learn this Whale Swallowing Skill?”
“Whale Swallowing Skill!?”
Shui Wuchang’s heart tightened.
How could it be Whale Swallowing Skill!?
Those who learn Whale Swallowing Skill should usually be big and fat.
The black-clothed man had a similar build to himself, not a trace of Whale Swallowing Skill.
The black-clothed man was startled, and no longer halted, ready to leave.
This night’s assassination attempt had failed.
Drawing the attention of others.
Assassination was no longer the priority now, but the need to relay this news.
Otherwise, disaster awaits.
“Where do you think you’re going!”
With a tap of the foot, he wanted to leap, but as he looked up, a huge handprint descended from the sky.
“When?”
Surprised, he hastily countered.
However, this descending strike was exquisitely executed.
Caught unprepared, he couldn’t defend successfully.
A single mistake had him knocked down from the air.
Before landing, a mouthful of reverse blood sprayed out, accompanied by a primordial punch.
Sure enough, the Old Man seized the moment.
That punch collided directly with the Old Man’s.
But unlike the previous even match, the punch forced the Old Man to retreat rapidly.
Looking up, the black-clothed man dashed away, disappearing in an instant.
“Old Ma, are you alright?”
The one who had launched the sneak attack was already on the ground, Shi Cheng.
He extended a hand to assist Old Ma, who wiped the blood from his mouth:
“Letting him escape was part of the plan, though I did not expect his punch to be this powerful at the end…”
He then looked at Shui Wuchang, who still had confusion etched on his face.
Suddenly he smiled:
“The Hall Master commands, Water Department Master, are you willing to accompany in battling foes?”
