That night.
On Changle Street, Lu Cang, smelling of alcohol, left the restaurant.
He is about forty years old, with an elegant face and a long gown. He does not look like a martial artist with perfect external skills, but more like a scholar.
"This Changping City is really good, it can be considered a paradise..."
His face was flushed, and he happily walked towards the inn where he was staying. His expression was leisurely and he was obviously very happy.
"The Jinding Martial Arts School can't last more than a few days."
"I'll go tomorrow and kick their plaques off. I don't believe that kid can hold it back, hehe..."
While he was thinking about it, when he walked through a remote alley, he suddenly stopped.
"who?"
A few feet away, a tall figure stood in the darkness. His appearance was unclear, and it seemed to be just a back figure.
Lu Cang's heart trembled. He was sober in an instant and secretly became wary.
"Are you Lu Cang?"
A steady and powerful voice came, unexpectedly young.
The figure slowly turned around, his eyes like lightning, and fell directly on him: "I am waiting for you here specifically to solve some troubles."
Lu Cang felt a little uncomfortable with this look, frowned and said, "Are you standing up for Jinding Martial Arts School?"
"yes."
The figure took two steps forward and stood under the light, allowing Lu Cang to see his face clearly.
Zhang Yao looked calm and waved to him: "Here, help me."
"……good!"
Lu Cang narrowed his eyes, shouted suddenly, stepped forward, and launched the attack first.
"Crack!" "Crack!"
He was as fast as a galloping horse, crossing the distance of two feet in one step. His two arms were like boneless wicker sticks. He swung down at different angles, and made an explosion in the air.
"Bang!"
Zhang Yao's fists were steady and powerful, and he easily swung his arms away.
The two of them fought at lightning speed, and every breath lasted for seven or eight rounds, and others could only see phantoms.
After a few breaths, Lu Cang became more and more frightened. Not only did he not have any advantage, he even felt unfathomable.
The young man in white shirt in front of him was obviously about the same speed, reaction, and strength as him, but he was always a step ahead of him, one step ahead of him, and suppressed him to death.
"His combat experience is so rich? His martial arts is so pure? This is impossible..."
Thoughts were racing through his mind, and he was inevitably distracted for a moment.
At that moment, Zhang Yao seized the opportunity, punched him wide open, and hit him directly in the chest with another punch.
"Boom!"
After the dull drum-like sound, Lu Cang retreated continuously, and couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of blood, and his face suddenly turned pale.
"you you……"
He gasped twice and stared at Zhang Yao.
"What I just used was the Great Vajra Fist from Jinding Martial Arts School."
Zhang Yao's expression remained calm and he said calmly: "Today, I just want to teach you a lesson."
"If there is a next time, I will kill you."
Lu Cang's face showed a trace of ferocity for an instant, but it disappeared in a flash, and he said in a low voice: "I know... you are Zhou An's close disciple - Zhang Yao!"
"There are rumors in Changping City that your martial arts skills are average, but you are ruthless and ruthless, and you never leave anyone alive."
"But I didn't expect that everyone in the world underestimates you, but your martial arts have been perfected long ago!"
Zhang Yao raised his eyebrows and said, "I don't care about the little fame."
In the past few years, he has served as the minister of the county governor's mansion, and naturally he has done a lot for the Wang family.
Of course, it is not the turn of worshipers like them to do some dirty work. He is responsible for solving some difficult problems, so it is inevitable that human lives will be contaminated.
"Pooh!"
Lu Cang spat out a bloody curse and stared at him with a hint of threat in his tone: "Have you thought clearly? You are no longer a member of the Jinding Martial Arts School, so you still have to stand up for them?"
"The Kuanglei Martial Arts School is standing behind me. No matter how high your martial arts skills are, can you be more powerful than the 'Thunder Blade' Zhao Donglai?"
"Ah……"
Zhang Yao chuckled and said slowly: "What a coincidence, Zhang also has many friends in the martial arts, and he even went to Kuanglei Martial Arts School to inquire about them."
"The treasure you gave me can only make Hall Master Zhao acquiesce in your actions. You are successful because of your own ability. If you are not successful, it is because you are not capable enough!"
Lu Cang's expression suddenly changed slightly, and he subconsciously took a step back.
"get out."
Zhang Yao waved his hand, turned around and left.
Lu Cang's face was extremely gloomy. He stared at his leaving figure and subconsciously touched his waist.
"...Fuck you!"
He just hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth, and instantly pulled out a soft sword from his belt.
The silver light shimmered like autumn water. Lu Cang rushed forward and thrust out his sword, aiming at Zhang Yao's Mingmen point. The sword's light flashed and bounced like a whip.
He had nothing left. If he couldn't take over the Jinding Martial Arts School, it would be like giving away his ancestral treasure in vain.
"Die!"
Lu Cang's face was ferocious, and his murderous intent was fierce.
And at this moment, his eyes widened as he saw an incredible scene.
"Uh-huh!"
Zhang Yao turned around instantly, as if there were eyes behind him, and grabbed the soft sword with one hand, his speed was incredible.
The speed he showed at this moment was twice as fast as when he punched just now, making him almost unable to see the afterimage clearly.
"Click!"
The shining silver sword was firmly grasped in Zhang Yao's palm. No matter how hard he struggled, it could not move at all. The sharp blade could not even break the skin.
Lu Cang's figure froze instantly, showing a look of disbelief.
"Your martial arts..."
His voice was rough and hoarse, as if leaking from his throat.
"Crack!"
Zhang Yao's face was expressionless, and he used a little force with his palm to crush the long sword into pieces, then brought his five fingers together and punched it out.
"Boom!"
It was still as heavy as the sound of a bell being struck, and Lu Cang's body flew backwards, blood spurting out from his mouth, mixed with fragments of internal organs.
He still had a breath in the air, but he was dead when he landed.
"You ungrateful animal."
Zhang Yao retracted his fist, looked slightly cold, turned around and left the dark alley.
…………
Two quarters of an hour later.
Jinding Martial Arts Hall, inner courtyard.
"Master."
Zhang Yao sat on the edge of the bed, holding Zhou An's hand, feeling a little depressed.
He has good medical skills and has checked Zhou An's pulse long ago, but Zhou An's condition is very bad, his body is almost a funnel, full of holes.
According to his judgment, it would be difficult for Zhou An to survive this winter.
"Ahem..."
Zhou An coughed twice violently, smiled weakly, and comforted: "It doesn't matter, I have lived enough in this life, and I don't have many regrets."
As he spoke, he took the initiative to change the topic and asked, "Has that trouble been solved?"
"solved."
Zhang Yao nodded slightly and said, "He will never come to Jinding Martial Arts School again to cause trouble."
"I knew you were hiding your true abilities..."
Zhou Anchang laughed happily, coughed twice more, and then asked curiously: "Did you defeat him? Or did you force him to leave Changping?"
Zhang Yao replied: "No, Master, he is dead."
