PFC Chapter 254: One sword in seconds
Chapter 254: One sword in seconds
Chai Yan's body stiffened, like a rooster being choked, his face turning red and blue.
He turned around with difficulty, and when he faced Li Wudao, he forced out a fawning smile that was even uglier than crying, and his waist unconsciously bent a little.
"Young Master Li...you see, this is all a misunderstanding, a case of the flood washing away the Dragon King's temple!"
"These foolish acts were entirely the work of those two audacious wretches, and have absolutely nothing to do with me or the Li Huo Sect!"
"If they have offended you, I apologize on their behalf! I implore you to be magnanimous and forgive them, and not to hold it against them..."
As he spoke, he suddenly raised his foot and kicked Fei Han and Luo Xinrou hard in the back of their calves twice.
"what!"
The two cried out in pain, unable to control themselves, and fell heavily to their knees on the hard, scorched earth in front of Li Wudao.
"You two scoundrels! Hurry up and kowtow to Young Master Li to apologize!!"
Chai Yan's hair and beard bristled, and he shouted sharply, his eyes flashing with a fierce light, "..."
"If Young Master Li does not forgive you, I will cripple your cultivation and expel you from the sect right now! You should know that I mean what I say!"
Fei Han and Luo Xinrou were already terrified.
Hearing this, I felt as if I had fallen into an ice cave.
They knew Chai Yan's temperament and methods all too well. When it came to their own interests and the overall situation of the sect, they wouldn't even blink an eye at the thought of sacrificing two of their disciples!
"Young Master Li! I was wrong! I truly know I was wrong!"
I was blinded by greed and couldn't recognize your worth! Please forgive me!
Fahan was crying and wailing incoherently, banging his forehead heavily on the ground with loud thuds.
Luo Xinrou also lost all her pride, her pretty face covered in tears and dust.
"Young Master Li...please spare me...I'll never do it again...it's all my fault..."
As she kowtowed, she slapped herself repeatedly with all her might, the crisp, loud "slap slap" sounds carrying far across the silent wasteland.
Upon seeing this, Shen Ming's eyes flashed with a strange light.
This Chai Yan, to have climbed to the position of Third Peak Master, is indeed no ordinary person.
This tactic of sacrificing a pawn to save the king, shifting the blame eastward, completely absolves oneself of responsibility, and even adopts an attitude of righteous indignation, leaving oneself to be dealt with at will...
What a cunning old man.
The onlookers, having recovered from their initial shock, began to whisper among themselves.
His gaze lingered between Li Wudao and the two men who were kowtowing, wondering how this newly rising young prodigy would deal with them.
Is it about showing magnanimity by being forgiving when possible, or...?
Under everyone's gaze.
Li Wudao's expression remained calm, not even glancing at the two people at his feet, as if they were nothing more than insignificant dust.
His gaze passed over Fei Han and Luo Xinrou, who were kowtowing, and landed directly on Chai Yan, who was watching nervously. His eyes turned cold.
"If kowtowing and apologizing were enough, why would people need to cultivate themselves?"
He spoke, his voice not loud, but clearly drowning out the sounds of kowtowing and slapping, carrying a chilling indifference.
Fei Han and Luo Xinrou froze abruptly, looking up at him in alarm.
But then Li Wudao held up three fingers and said in a low voice, "I'm giving you, and I'm giving the Li Huo Sect, a chance."
"If anyone can withstand three of my moves without falling, I will pretend that tonight's events never happened and forgive them."
Suddenly, an astonishing light burst forth from Chai Yan's cloudy old eyes.
As if grasping at a straw in a desperate situation, they eagerly asked, "Is this true?!"
He didn't even consider why Li Wudao suddenly proposed such a seemingly "concessionary" condition.
"really."
Li Wudao withdrew his hand and looked at him calmly. His eyes were as deep as an ancient well, without any ripples, but they made Chai Yan's heart flutter for no reason.
But this slight unease was quickly dispelled by a huge sense of relief.
“What if we accidentally hurt Young Master Li…” Chai Yan hesitated.
Li Wudao glanced at him, seemingly seeing through his thoughts, and said, "It's alright, no one will bother you afterwards."
Upon hearing this, Chai Yan subconsciously looked at Yang Qiong and saw that the latter nodded expressionlessly, which put her mind at ease.
"Excellent! Young Master Li is quick-witted and has an extraordinary demeanor!"
Chai Yan's spirits lifted, he straightened his back abruptly, and his face regained some color. He said loudly:
"Then this old man... will shamelessly come to learn from your superior skills!"
In his view, this was a godsend!
After all, Li Wudao's cultivation level was only at the early stage of Martial King, and it was immediately obvious that he had just experienced a great battle and must have been greatly exhausted.
He was a true Martial King at the peak, having immersed himself in this realm for many years.
With just three moves, even if the opponent is at their peak, and I defend with all my might, there is absolutely no way I can lose!
Even... a barely perceptible glint of fierceness flashed in his eyes.
If we can take advantage of their exhaustion and "mistake" during the "sparring" to severely injure them, we can not only eliminate the hidden danger, but also prevent Yang Qiong from blaming us. Wouldn't that be killing two birds with one stone?
The more he thought about it, the more brilliant the plan seemed.
He could almost see himself easily deflecting three moves, the crisis for the Li Huo Sect resolved, and he might even be rewarded for "upholding the sect's honor."
However, just as he was engrossed in his own wishful thinking...
Completely oblivious to the extremely strange expressions on everyone's faces.
In particular, the disciples of the Li Huo Sect standing behind him all had ashen faces, their eyes filled with despair and a kind of pity as if they were looking at a dead man.
it's over...
The peak master... had no idea what he was agreeing to...
Three moves?
If that fiend were to unleash his full power, one move... would probably be enough!
The night was quiet and still.
In the arena, Chai Yan took a deep breath, his eyes slightly narrowed, and said, "Young Master Li, please!"
Although he used the word "please," his posture unconsciously carried a condescending and scrutinizing air.
Li Wudao did not respond, but silently took out the Lingxu Sword.
next moment.
There was no earth-shattering opening move, no surging burst of spiritual power.
Li Wudao simply took a step forward.
"call out--"
With this step, the distance of several dozen feet between him and Chai Yan suddenly disappeared!
"Where...where is he?!"
Chai Yan's pupils shrank sharply; he hadn't even seen how the other person moved!
But his intuition told him of a deadly crisis, and he unleashed his power with both palms, which were as red as branding irons, and slammed them forward fiercely.
This is his ultimate skill, "Burning Heaven Palm," which he has mastered for many years. It has astonishing destructive power, capable of shattering mountains and splitting rocks.
At the same time, the sword in Li Wudao's hand also moved.
The sword light was only a thin line.
It was an extremely thin, extremely bright, crimson-gold thread that seemed to compress all the light in the world into it, emerging silently from the tip of the Lingxu Sword.
There was no grand spectacle, no violent clash of energy.
That thin, crimson-gold thread merely grazed the surging crimson flames unleashed by Chai Yan's palms, grazed his perfectly refined protective aura, and grazed the wide, horrified pupils of his eyes...
"laugh--!"
A sound so faint it was almost inaudible, like the sound of a hot knife cutting into solidified grease.
Time seemed to stretch out infinitely at this moment.
Chai Yanqian's body, which was rushing forward, suddenly froze.
The expression on his face, a mixture of contempt, astonishment, and sudden fear, froze.
The crimson flames he unleashed with his palms dissipated silently, and the surging protective spiritual flames around him vanished instantly, like a punctured balloon.
"Do not......"
He subconsciously raised his hand, wanting to touch his neck, but only managed to do half of the movement.
A thin red line, as thin as a hair, slowly emerged from his throat.
........