PFC Chapter 107 Nameless
Chapter 107 Nameless
Upon hearing Wuming's words, the man in black's expression changed drastically. Ignoring the pain in his body, he leaped out of the courtyard.
However, before he could take two steps, he felt a sharp palm strike from behind.
He dared not be careless and quickly turned around to meet them.
However, the nameless man's martial arts skills far surpassed his.
Before he could even touch the hem of Wuming's clothes, he was blasted away by another palm strike.
This time, before he could get up, a foot stepped on his back.
"what--"
The man in black let out a scream as he was trampled to the ground, his face distorted by the weight of his feet.
Immediately afterwards, a long sword gleaming with cold light was pressed against his neck.
"No, don't kill me!"
Feeling the cold touch on his neck, the man in black immediately cowered and begged for mercy.
"Who sent you?"
Wuming stepped on the back of the man in black and questioned him in a cold voice.
"what?"
But upon hearing his question, the man in black seemed quite confused, and said in a hoarse voice, "No, no one sent me..."
Upon hearing this, Wuming frowned, increased the pressure on his foot, and asked again, "No one sent you, so why did you come to kill me?"
The man in black screamed again as he was trampled, and hurriedly said, "Nobody! Nobody! I came to kill you because I'm your opponent tomorrow..."
nameless:"……"
It seems this person is planning to fight him tomorrow, but isn't confident of winning, so he wants to strike first tonight and kill him.
After figuring out the reason, Wuming frowned. Had he guessed wrong?
Thinking it over, he stomped on the man in black again and asked once more, "Are you really—"
Before he could finish speaking, a dart suddenly flew through the air and hurtled towards him with a "whoosh".
Feeling the sharp gust of wind coming from behind, Wuming's brows immediately relaxed, and he thought to himself, "So it's here after all," and he was about to dodge.
However, unexpectedly, the dart's target didn't seem to be him, but rather the man in black at his feet.
The dart grazed his side and flew straight toward the man in black at his feet without slowing down at all.
In the blink of an eye, Wuming reacted instantly.
As he dodged, he also kicked out with force, sending the immobilized man in black flying while he was still close to the ground.
Although it was a fraction of a second too late, the dart still struck the man in black, but fortunately it only hit his shoulder.
"what!"
The man in black had lost count of how many times he had screamed in agony.
At that moment, he had a dart stuck in his shoulder and was kicked hard, slamming him against the wall. He had a big bump on the back of his head and felt like he was dying.
If I had known, I would have just admitted defeat tomorrow; it would have been better than suffering like this.
At the same time, using the force of his kick, Wuming leaped to the side and landed steadily on the courtyard wall.
He looked up in the direction from which the dart had come and saw five masked, unidentified people standing opposite him.
Looking at the five people of different shapes and sizes, including men, women, young and old, tall and short, fat and thin, Wuming twitched his lips.
Do you think that as long as you cover your faces, people won't recognize who you are?
Although that's what he thought in his heart, he outwardly put on a look of great alarm, looked at the five people opposite him, and asked in a cold voice, "Who are you? Why are you resorting to such underhanded tactics?"
The five men didn't answer his question. Instead, they exchanged glances and attacked him all at once.
Seeing the five of them attacking, Wuming didn't retreat even half a step. Instead, he sneered and stepped forward to meet them.
These five people were clearly much more powerful than the man in black from before, both in terms of their fighting style and their internal strength.
Especially the old man among them.
Although he looked white-haired and emaciated, his martial arts skills were the highest among the five, and he was also the most ruthless.
He wielded the double-dragon-headed crutch with incredible skill, each move aimed at Wuming's vital points.
He watched as his cane once again came crashing down on his skull.
Wuming frowned, not taking the attack head-on, but instead leaning back sharply to dodge it in an extremely strange posture, and then slapped the old man's chest with a palm.
However, before his palm could even touch the old man's clothes, he felt a gust of wind, forcing him to withdraw his hand and then suddenly dodge to the side.
After dodging the oncoming gust of wind, Wuming looked up and saw a burly man wielding a pair of giant hammers staring at him.
That gust of wind just now was from him swinging his giant hammer.
At the same time, the others surrounded and attacked him.
Seeing the five people attacking again, Wuming simply sighed softly and drew his sword.
The first sword strike swept away the weapons of the five attackers.
The second sword strike forced the group back.
The third sword strike brought its tip to the old man's neck.
"do not move."
Wuming looked at the old man in front of him, whose eyes were wide open and who seemed to be in disbelief, and said calmly.
The old man froze on the spot, and even his cane slipped from his hand.
Seeing the old man subdued, the other four also stopped what they were doing and looked at Wuming with surprise and uncertainty.
Who exactly is this person? How could he so easily escape from their encirclement and capture their most powerful member despite being surrounded by five of them?
With such high martial arts skills, why have they never heard of such a person in the martial arts world?
In an instant, the five people's expressions changed unpredictably, and countless thoughts flashed through their minds.
But before they could make a move, a burst of firelight and the sound of hurried footsteps came from afar.
"Quick! The sound is coming from over there! Let's go check it out!"
"quick!"
Upon hearing this sound, the five people's expressions immediately changed.
Wuming chuckled softly, "Perfect, I'll hand you over to the martial arts alliance disciples and let them interrogate you about your purpose."
As he spoke, he reached out to pull off the old man's face mask.
The face mask was only half-lifted, revealing the old man's mouth.
The next moment, the old man suddenly moved.
He spat out a thin silver needle from his mouth and shot it swiftly toward the nameless man's face!
The silver needle came quickly and at close range, and Wuming instinctively raised his sword to block it.
"Ding!"
The silver needle was blocked, but the old man took advantage of the moment when the nameless man raised his sword to retreat sharply. Then he leaped onto the roof and disappeared into the darkness after a few bounds.
When I turned around again, apart from the man in black who had fainted from the pain at the beginning, who was still lying on the ground, the other four people had already disappeared.
Looking in the direction the five had fled, Wuming smiled, sheathed his sword, and did not give chase.