All Heavens: Starting with Little Li Flying Dagger

Chapter 62 The Arrogant Jing Wuming

"Bang!"

A palm struck Zhalu hard in the abdomen, but he didn't move at all, as if it were just a tickle.

On the contrary, Du Yi, who had struck out with his palm, was forced back several steps by the shock. His arm went numb and sore, his blood and qi surged, and his face turned deathly pale.

This guy's external martial arts skills are truly formidable.

Left with no other choice, Du Yi had to change his fighting style, bending his knuckles to target Zhalu's vital points.

The result still left him in despair.

Zhalu stood motionless, not even opening his eyes once.

In that case, the fight is truly impossible to continue.

Despite the embarrassment, Du Yi could only blush and cup his hands in a gesture of respect, saying, "Your martial arts skills are truly admirable; I concede defeat!"

After saying that, he tried to leave.

Suddenly, Zaru opened his eyes and threw a punch.

Du Yi was taken aback and quickly retreated.

Unfortunately, the punch was too fast and landed heavily on his face.

"Bang!"

With a dull thud, Du Yi was knocked down and rolled several times, leaving a long trail of blood on the ground.

At this moment, someone finally saw what he looked like.

To be precise, Du Yi was no longer recognizable; his entire face had collapsed, a bloody mess, like a lump of rotten flesh, with no facial features discernible.

"yue——"

Such a horrific scene caused some people to vomit on the spot.

This is the world of martial arts, a place where one licks blood from the edge of a knife.

Dodo, looking smug, stood up and said, "Unfortunately, that friend of mine missed out on the treasured sword. Is there anyone else willing to give it a try?"

A commotion broke out in the crowd.

In the end, not a single person stood up.

Dodo was so smug that he even glanced at the group of people sitting down.

Everyone present who had a seat had received an invitation and had come at the invitation of the King of Liang.

Those who could be invited by the King of Liang were naturally all masters with a certain reputation in the martial arts world.

Their refusal to participate did not mean they were afraid of Zhalu; they simply did not want to embarrass their master.

But Dodo was too ignorant, or perhaps too arrogant, and actually took the initiative to provoke them.

This displeased the King of Liang, who decided to teach Dodo a lesson.

So, the King of Liang turned his head slightly and instructed a masked woman standing beside him, "Tuotuo, go down and exchange a few blows with Zhalu. Remember, don't kill him."

"Yes, Godfather!"

Tuotuo responded.

Although Liang Wang's voice was not loud, strangely enough, everyone present could hear it clearly, including Zha Lu.

He sent a woman to fight him, and specifically instructed her not to kill him.

This is not only a sign of contempt for him, but also an insult.

Dodo naturally understood the meaning behind Liang Wang's words, and his face turned ashen.

"Let me do it!"

Just as Tuotuo was about to leave the stage, a cold shout came from the crowd.

Then, a man wearing a straw hat slowly walked out, holding a sheathed sword in his right hand.

Generally speaking, a swordsman is accustomed to holding the scabbard with his left hand, so that it is convenient to draw and strike the sword with his right hand.

Upon this person's appearance, the King of Liang's expression shifted, and he couldn't help but ask, "May I ask how this friend is addressed?"

The other person's tone was completely flat and emotionless, uttering only three words—

"Jing Wuming!"

As the saying goes, a person's name is like the shadow of a tree!

The crowd became restless once again.

"Is he Jing Wuming of the Money Gang?"

"I heard that his strength is second only to Chief Shangguan."

"I didn't expect him to come too. This is going to be interesting."

At the same time, one of Liang Wang's subordinates exclaimed, "Your Highness, he's the one from that night..."

The King of Liang raised his hand, and the subordinate quickly shut up.

"Hehe, I didn't expect the famous Jing Wuming to be here as well. I am most pleased to welcome him. It's a pity I didn't know beforehand, otherwise I would have sent someone to deliver an invitation."

Jing Wuming maintained his calm and composed tone, "No need! I've come to take care of other matters..."

At this point, he glanced at Dodo and said, "I don't want to waste time. I'll have all three of your men killed at once so I can take care of them all at once."

These words caused an uproar among the crowd.

That's incredibly arrogant!

Too embarrassing!

That's so awesome!

"you……"

Dodo was so angry that the veins on his forehead throbbed.

Zhalu was also enraged, his murderous aura palpable. He strode towards Jing Wuming and uttered a harsh sentence in Central Plains dialect, "You, you're courting death!"

"boom!"

The punch seemed to shatter the surrounding air, the fist carrying a shockwave as it slammed heavily into Jing Wuming's face.

Jing Wuming remained motionless, seemingly unconcerned about the punch.

In the blink of an eye, Zaru's fist had already slammed into his face.

To be precise, it's just a hair's breadth away, maybe less than an inch.

This is the distance between life and death.

Because, at the moment Zhalu threw a punch, Jing Wuming completed the actions of drawing his sword, throwing it out, and sheathing it with incredible speed.

Most of the people present didn't even see how he drew his sword.

However, Zhalu had a bloody hole in his throat, from which blood was gushing out.

"What a fast sword!"

Someone couldn't help but gasp in surprise.

"As expected of the Money Gang's number one assassin!"

"boom--"

Zaru stared with bloodshot eyes, his body falling straight to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Dodo sat down in a chair with an incredulous expression.

In Liaodong, Zhalu was known as the "Number One Warrior," possessing unparalleled martial arts skills and capable of withstanding swords, spears, and arrows with his bare body.

As a result, he was killed by a single sword strike?

"Hahaha, as expected of Jing Wuming! I have truly broadened my horizons today. Great Hero Jing, please take a seat!"

Jing Wuming shook his head. "As I said, I have other business to attend to today."

Such blatant disrespect finally caused the King of Liang's expression to turn cold.

"May I ask what business you have here, Master Jing?"

Jing Wuming pointed at Gu Yu and said, "I'm here to kill him!"

"Insolence!" King Liang roared. "Jing Wuming, Young Hero Gu is an honored guest invited by me. What grudges you have is none of my business, but if you dare to make a move here, don't blame me for being impolite!"

"Your Highness, please calm down." Gu Yu stood up with a smile. "Since Jing Wuming has come from so far away, I might as well exchange a few blows with him."

"Brother Gu, why don't you let me do it?"

As he spoke, Afei stepped out from the crowd.

"The Flying Swordsman is here too?"

Someone recognized Ah Fei.

Ah Fei's sword was still the same piece of iron as before, but no one present dared to laugh at it.

Even Jing Wuming's expression turned serious.

This was the first time the two had met.

The two stared at each other, motionless.

However, an endless chill spread out, causing those nearby to retreat.

This is murderous intent!

It is also an invisible sword intent.

Sitting beside Gu Yu, Lady Nanhai couldn't help but sigh, "Your friend is quite good; he's definitely worthy of being ranked in the top ten of the weapon rankings."

Gu Yu laughed and said, "What kind of bullshit weapon ranking? Bai Xiaosheng is long dead, and the martial world is not the same as it used to be."

The Lady of the South China Sea smiled, a smile so alluring, "Perhaps you are right, the martial world is no longer the same as it used to be."

She didn't know who was stronger, A Fei or Jing Wuming, but she knew that if Gu Yu personally intervened, Jing Wuming would definitely be no match for him.

In Gu Yu's eyes, A Fei was not quite the same as the A Fei of the past.

In the past, when Ah Fei encountered a formidable opponent, his eyes were filled with fighting spirit.

Even now, facing a formidable opponent like Jing Wuming, he still maintains a degree of composure and calmness.

It seems he learned something from "The Precious Mirror of Pitying Flowers," and his state of mind has changed...