He's so young, probably not much older than me, yet he possesses such formidable horizontal training martial arts!"
Yang Tiexin, who was using the alias "Mu Yi," didn't hear what his daughter was saying at all; his attention had long been drawn to the large red sedan chair.
Inside it was the voice that haunted his dreams.
That gentle and soft voice, like wind chimes, instantly pulled Yang Tiexin's thoughts back to Niujia Village eighteen years ago.
The arena, in a flash, transformed into the warm little home from his memories.
"Brother Tie."
His gentle and virtuous wife stood vividly before him, smiling softly.
Yang Tiexin, lost in a trance, instinctively reached out to touch his wife.
The moment his fingers brushed against his wife's face, everything around him shattered like a dream bubble.
His home was gone!
His wife, his child, his sworn brother Guo Xiaotian, his brother's wife Li Ping—everyone was gone!
Yang Tiexin's eyes turned bloodshot as his consciousness returned to reality, his veins bulging, looking like a madman.
He stared intently at the sedan chair.
Yang Tiexin wanted to know who was sitting behind that curtain!
Under Mu Nianci's terrified gaze, Yang Tiexin picked up a long spear from the weapon rack and, without hesitation, leaped off the arena. He didn't even explain a word to Mu Nianci before rushing out alone.
Only after Yang Tiexin had rushed out did Mu Nianci belatedly shout:
"Father, no!"
The frenzied Yang Tiexin could no longer hear Mu Nianci's calls; all he wanted was to see his wife, whom he had longed for day and night.
Even if there were mountains of daggers and seas of fire ahead, he would brave them!
Since the guard leader had dispatched most of the Jin soldiers to surround Chu Yang, only a small squad of Jin soldiers stood in Yang Tiexin's way.
The Yang Family Spear Art was broad and sweeping, a spear technique honed on the battlefield, more effective against military formations than against martial arts masters.
Even though Yang Tiexin's body was not as good as before, dealing with some Jin soldiers was still no problem for him.
In an instant, he cut through the weak military formation in front of him and rushed to a spot fifty paces away from the sedan chair.
Only Wan Yan Kang remained in front of Yang Tiexin!
Yang Tiexin's actions also completely enraged Wan Yan Kang; his eyes were filled with chilling killing intent.
He had already been humiliated enough by Chu Yang's beating today.
Now, even this lowly street performer dared to attack him.
Wan Yan Kang, burning with rage, circulated his internal energy, forming his fingers into claws, and then a sinister and terrifying aura quietly permeated the air.
He intended to use the "Nine Yin White Bone Claw" to crush the Middle-aged Man's skull.
Just then, Lingzhi Shangren and Liang Ziweng simultaneously made their move, blocking Yang Tiexin.
If the Little Prince was injured, Wan Yan Honglie would most likely let them off!
But if anything happened to the Princess, they would surely die.
Lingzhi Shangren's hands were wrapped in copper cymbals, preventing him from using his unique techniques, the Great Mudra and Poison Sand Palm, greatly reducing his martial arts effectiveness, making him unable to kill Yang Tiexin!
So Liang Ziweng became the main force against Yang Tiexin, suppressing him with the Great Seizing Hand with Lingzhi Shangren's assistance.
If Yang Tiexin hadn't been in a frenzy, fighting with a life-for-a-wound style, he would probably have been captured by these two.
While the three were locked in a fierce battle, Mu Nianci also caught up.
Although she didn't know why her father was acting this way, she had only one thought in her mind: to help Yang Tiexin fight the enemy.
Unfortunately, Mu Nianci's martial arts were even worse than Yang Tiexin's; she couldn't even break through the Jin soldiers' defense and was firmly trapped in the distance.
She could only watch helplessly as Yang Tiexin was beaten by Liang Ziweng and Lingzhi Shangren, constantly spitting blood.
"Someone save my father!"
Mu Nianci fought the Jin soldiers while praying desperately in her heart.
Meanwhile, under the command of the guard leader, more soldiers launched an attack on Chu Yang.
The guard leader knew that Chu Yang was a master of horizontal training, so he ordered the soldiers to wield long spears and attack from different angles, hoping to find Chu Yang's vital point.
Impenetrable horizontal training masters were rare, but each had a vital point; once it was broken, all the skills they had accumulated throughout their lives would be lost.
Facing countless spear tips thrusting at him, Chu Yang observed with cold eyes, unmoved.
Currently, his Armament Haki was so strong that not only ordinary weapons but even Shanks's sword, Griffin, could not easily break through it.
The spear tips directly split open when they pierced Chu Yang's long robe.
Dozens of long spears breaking simultaneously created an extremely impactful scene; the Jin soldiers holding their spears without tips looked like they were holding fire pokers.
The Jin soldiers' combat discipline was quite good; when the weapons of the front-row spearmen were rendered useless, they immediately retreated and changed formation, allowing the spearmen in the back to continue their assault.
Wave after wave, long spears rained down on every part of Chu Yang's body.
Once a military formation started to operate, it became like a ruthless killing machine, relentless.
Normally, this would be the case.
However, after seven or eight rounds of attacks, the Jin soldiers stopped moving; all the long spears in their hands had turned into fire pokers.
And on the ground, there were broken spearheads everywhere…
The Jin soldiers were stunned, and the guard leader and Wan Yan Kang behind them were also stunned.
Wan Yan Kang's face was flushed, and it took him a long time to utter, "What kind of evil art is this?!"
Chu Yang looked at him with a half-smile, "You'll find out soon enough."
Wan Yan Kang's head buzzed; he was truly scared. From birth until now, he had never been so frightened.
Ignoring his mother's instructions, he shrieked hysterically: "Everyone, attack him! Use your fists, use your teeth, but you must kill him!"
The Jin soldiers threw away their bare spear shafts, their eyes red, and swarmed forward!
The Little Prince was enraged; if they couldn't kill this scholar today, they would be the ones to die tomorrow.
Chu Yang shook his head, and his Conqueror's Haki completely erupted, an invisible golden storm sweeping all around.
Like a stone dropped into a calm lake, the ripples of the Conqueror's Haki spread continuously.
The charging scene of the brave Jin soldiers came to an abrupt halt, as if someone had forcibly pressed the pause button.
The military formation of nearly a thousand people stood motionless, instantly falling silent.
The bizarre sight made Wan Yan Kang's scalp tingle, and all the hairs on his body stood on end.
Thud!!!
The Jin soldier closest to Chu Yang suddenly collapsed, falling stiffly to the ground. Immediately, other Jin soldiers also fell one after another, like dominoes.
A dense mass of Jin soldiers lay fallen on the ground, a shocking sight!
Seeing this, Wan Yan Kang's mouth gaped open, and he felt a strong sense of suffocation.
The abilities Chu Yang displayed had surpassed his comprehension.
Not only was Wan Yan Kang afraid, but Lingzhi Shangren and Liang Ziweng, who were attacking Yang Tiexin, were also terrified by the shocking scene, losing their composure.
As a result, the severely wounded Yang Tiexin seized the opportunity, striking both of them in their vital points with two successive spear thrusts!
Lingzhi Shangren and Liang Ziweng each let out pained cries and collapsed to the ground.
Looking at the unconscious Jin soldiers around her and her father's desperate counterattack, Mu Nianci was dumbfounded.
Did heaven really hear my plea?
Chu Yang slowly walked towards Wan Yan Kang. As he passed Mu Nianci, she belatedly asked, "Did you do that?"
Chu Yang nodded, then suddenly stopped and looked at the pretty girl in red before him.
Martial arts competition for a spouse.
Wan Yan Kang also appeared.
Then she must be Mu Nianci.
Mu Nianci felt shy under Chu Yang's direct gaze; a blush spread across her beautiful face, and she couldn't help but lower her eyes, avoiding Chu Yang's gaze.
"Miss Mu, aren't you going to check on your father?"
Seeing Mu Nianci fidgeting in front of him, Chu Yang asked, puzzled.
Mu Nianci exclaimed, her face growing even redder, and she ran towards Yang Tiexin without looking back. The latter had collapsed by the roadside due to his severe injuries, just like Lingzhi Shangren and the others.
Even so, Yang Tiexin's gaze remained fixed on the red sedan chair.
Mu Nianci helped Yang Tiexin, anxiously asking about his injuries, but Yang Tiexin pushed Mu Nianci away.
"Nianci, don't mind me. Go and lift the curtain of that sedan chair. Let me see who's inside."
Mu Nianci looked at her father in confusion. He was so severely injured, yet he was still concerned about who was sitting in a sedan chair?
"Hurry up and go!"
Yang Tiexin shouted excitedly, then couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of hot blood.
Seeing this, Mu Nianci dared not delay and quickly ran towards the sedan chair.
Wan Yan Kang suddenly appeared, blocking her way, and was about to make a move when a sharp pain shot through his wrist.
He looked up and saw that Chu Yang was already standing beside him, gripping his wrist.
Wan Yan Kang was sweating profusely from the pain!
Recalling the scene of being lifted and slammed to the ground earlier, he immediately dared not move.
Bao Xiruo inside the sedan chair had no idea what was happening outside; she only felt that the surroundings had suddenly become unusually quiet.
Feeling a little uneasy, she lifted the curtain, poked out half her head, and softly called out to Wan Yan Kang.
"Kang'er, what's the situation?"
Bao Xiruo received no response; Wan Yan Kang was already in too much pain to speak.