PFC Chapter 112 Familiar Internal Force
Chapter 112 Familiar Internal Force
When Xie Yan disguised herself as a maid to go find Dongfang Su again, she was stopped by someone.
He frowned as he looked at the two tall, cold-faced martial arts alliance disciples in front of him.
"This is?"
The two men didn't even glance at her, saying coldly, "Without the Alliance Leader's orders, Miss cannot see anyone."
Xie Yan stood there, his brows furrowed as he stared thoughtfully at the closed door.
Is Dongfang Su under house arrest?
Before he could think it through, the two men grabbed him from both sides and led him outside.
"Hey! What are you doing? Let me go! I need to see Miss!"
Xie Yan struggled, but the two men's hands were as firm as iron clamps, and they carried him out like that.
But to his surprise, the two disciples did not throw him out, but instead carried him all the way to the Dongfang family's training ground.
Once they arrived at their destination, the two men released him from his restraints and stepped aside, swords in hand.
Xie Yan was thrown into the training ground in a daze. When he looked up, he saw Dongfang Shuo sitting above him with a sickly look on his face, while below him was a group of disciples practicing martial arts.
Before he could ask a question, Dongfang Shuo waved his hand.
The next moment, two disciples attacked him!
The two men did not hold back because of his current attire; they attacked with deadly moves!
Xie Yan narrowly dodged the long sword that was thrust towards his throat. He looked down and saw another person raise their leg and kick him hard in the knee!
He had no choice but to jump back two steps, but the two men continued to pursue him relentlessly, their long swords gleaming coldly as they pressed forward with every move.
Xie Yan lifted her skirt and dodged aside, then looked up at Dongfang Shuo sitting above her, but he only glanced at her coldly and raised a finger again.
Immediately, several more disciples joined the battle.
Looking at the people surrounding him, Xie Yan sighed. He knew he had probably been exposed.
The next moment, the group attacked him simultaneously.
Xie Yan ducked to dodge a horizontal slash from one person, then turned to catch a long sword that was slashed diagonally from another. He raised his hand, grabbed the man's wrist, and pulled him forward, thus subduing him.
But before he could even catch his breath, more swords and blades came from behind!
For a moment, the battlefield was filled with the clash of swords, and only Xie Yan's figure could be seen dodging rapidly.
After an unknown amount of time, Xie Yan finally subdued those disciples one by one.
Looking at the crowd lying on the ground groaning, he clapped his hands, and when he looked up, he met Dongfang Shuo's deep gaze.
Xie Yan gave an awkward laugh, and the next moment, he lightly touched the ground with his toes and leaped upwards, attempting to escape.
But as soon as he made a move, Dongfang Shuo also moved.
Looking at the person blocking her way, Xie Yan sighed helplessly.
"What does the Eastern Alliance Leader mean by this?"
Before he could finish speaking, Dongfang Shuo sneered and rushed in front of him before Xie Yan could react.
He formed his fingers into claws and viciously grabbed at Xie Yan's shoulder.
Xie Yan leaned back, using an extremely tricky angle to dodge the attack.
But Dongfang Shuo seemed to have anticipated his move, changing his claws into palms and striking him in the chest!
Xie Yan felt a powerful internal force rushing towards him. He had no choice but to stand up, gather his strength, and raise his palm to meet this unstoppable attack.
"Oh!"
The moment their palms met, a gust of air rippled outwards from them, spreading outwards and causing cracks to appear in the ground beneath their feet.
The sand and gravel on the training ground were swept into the air, and the clothes of the two men were blown about, their hair flying wildly.
Xie Yan felt a domineering force coming from their intertwined palms, which made his internal organs tremble. Even his feet involuntarily slid back two steps before he could stop.
Looking at Dongfang Shuo, who had a sickly face but bright, spirited eyes, he raised an eyebrow and couldn't help but admire him.
As expected of the leader of an alliance, his skill is indeed profound.
Dongfang Shuo also frowned.
Looking at the person in front of him who could withstand his palm strike without being injured, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.
He hadn't held back at all, but he hadn't expected Xie Yan to catch it so easily, and judging from her expression, she seemed to be handling it with ease.
Dongfang Shuo felt the chilling internal energy emanating from his palm, and his heart skipped a beat—
Why does this young man's internal strength seem vaguely familiar?
But the next moment, he didn't have time to think anymore, because his illness flared up again.
Dongfang Shuo felt a dull pain in his chest, and even a metallic taste rose in his throat.
An unnatural flush suddenly rose on his pale face, and even his eyes became bloodshot.
Before he could withdraw his hand, Dongfang Shuo's body suddenly lurched forward, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
Caught off guard, Xie Yan tried to withdraw her scattered internal energy, but was immediately thrown back several steps before finally regaining her balance.
He clutched his chest with one hand and wiped the blood from his lips with the other. When he looked up, he saw Dongfang Shuo's face, which was as pale as paper.
At this moment, Dongfang Shuo also swayed and clutched the collar of his clothes, about to fall backward.
Xie Yan was startled and, disregarding everything else, quickly stepped forward and steadily supported the person.
"The Eastern Alliance Leader?"
He called out softly, but Dongfang Shuo, who had coughed up several mouthfuls of blood, could not utter a word. He could only lean weakly against him, his chest heaving violently.
He was trembling like a leaf, as if he were enduring some immense pain.
Why did this happen all of a sudden?
He frowned, extended two fingers, and placed them on Dongfang Shuo's pulse.
"Alliance leader!"
Upon seeing this, the surrounding disciples exclaimed in surprise and drew their weapons to surround him.
But Xie Yan seemed oblivious to the tense atmosphere. He supported Dongfang Shuo with one hand and carefully took his pulse with the other.
Judging from this pulse, it is indeed a serious illness.
But... why is there something strange about this pulse?
Just as he was about to investigate further, the disciples were already raising their weapons and about to rush in front of him to "rescue" Dongfang Shuo.
"Don't even come here!"
But Dongfang Shuo coughed up blood twice, and after regaining his senses, he shouted something to them in a hoarse voice.
The disciples were taken aback, but seeing Dongfang Shuo's ugly expression, they could only obey and put away their weapons, staring at Xie Yan from a distance.
He waved weakly at the crowd before turning to Xie Yan and saying, "Take me inside."
Xie Yan raised an eyebrow, looked at Dongfang Shuo's pale face, but ultimately said nothing and helped him into the inner hall.