Phi-Fic Chapter 365 Nothing is Impossible
Chapter 365 Nothing is Impossible
The battle began to turn into a one-sided massacre of the Taishan bandits by Zheng Qingfang.
In the blink of an eye, a third of the Taishan bandits had been lost.
Seeing this, Wang Taishan knew he had to make a move.
Therefore, Wang Taishan gripped his knife tightly, intending to strike at the heart of the matter and take down Zheng Qing, who had just dismounted and was not yet firmly on his feet.
"Well done!"
Zheng Qing's expression remained unchanged as he thrust out his spear!
"clang!"
The spear tip struck Wang Taishan's blade precisely, deflecting the blade.
Immediately afterwards, Zheng Qing exerted his strength and swept his spear horizontally.
"What a fast gun!"
Wang Taishan's expression changed. Zheng Qing practiced palm techniques, but after only two moves, he knew that Zheng Qing's spear skills were by no means weak!
Wang Taishan hurriedly raised his knife to block, but the immense force transmitted through the blade caused him to stagger!
good chance!
Zheng Qing quickly seized the opportunity and thrust his spear into Wang Taishan's chest!
A cold glint flashed, and in the critical moment, Wang Taishan sidestepped, avoiding a fatal blow!
"Pfft!"
The spear tip pierced Wang Taishan's arm, and Wang Taishan's face instantly contorted.
With a fierce determination, he grabbed the tip of the gun with his other hand and forcefully pulled it out of his arm.
The spear tip was forcibly pulled out, and the intense pain caused cold sweat to break out on Wang Taishan's forehead. However, he dared not pause for the moment, because Zheng Qing's spear was already attacking again.
In Zheng Qing's hands, the spear was like a nimble dagger, used to stab, sweep, and chop, suppressing Wang Taishan so much that he could only barely parry.
In other areas, Han Yue and his team are also making continuous efforts.
"clang!"
Han Yue slashed out with his sword, sending the man opposite him, who had a tuft of chest hair, staggering backward.
"What a strength!"
The man with the protective hair on his chest changed his expression drastically. He was a seventh-rank martial artist, a master in his own right.
However, in front of Han Yue, he felt no different from a novice who had just entered the world of martial arts. Han Yue's fighting style was not fancy at all; it was all about big, sweeping movements and overwhelming his opponent with sheer force!
This kind of fighting style is often the most unsolvable. Under the suppression of the realm, the man with the protective heart can only struggle to defend himself and has no power to fight back at all!
"Am I going to die here today?"
The man with the protective heart was racing with thoughts, knowing that if things continued like this, he would surely die!
So, he gritted his teeth and took Han Yue's knife head-on with his body!
"Pfft!"
Han Yue, who had just unleashed a slash, suddenly froze, because his blade was stuck in the shoulder bone of the man with the breastplate.
"Hey, it's my turn!"
The burly man with the protective belt grinned and swung his knife at Han Yue's neck.
"Nice idea!"
Han Yue laughed too. This man with the protective hair was quite clever. Knowing that his cultivation level was inferior to Han Yue's, he thought of retaliating by exchanging injuries.
Unfortunately……
When there is a gap in spiritual realm, everything is in vain.
Han Yue loosened his grip on the knife handle and clamped his hands together in the direction from which the hairy man with the heart guard was slashing.
The next moment, the blade aimed at Han Yue's neck was abruptly stopped in mid-air.
"how is this possible?"
The man with the protective hair was completely dumbfounded. This was a strike he had unleashed with all his might, with extremely fast speed and great strength. How could Han Yue have caught it with his bare hands?
"Nothing is impossible."
Han Yue grinned maliciously. It was indeed difficult to hold the blade with his bare hands. After all, the blade was sharp, and trying to hold it with both hands could easily result in injury from the blade.
But what level of skill does Han Yue possess?
He was a peak sixth-rank martial artist. If he were facing a martial artist of the same level, he might not dare to use this method to clamp the blade. However, the man with the protective hair was only a seventh-rank martial artist. With Han Yue activating his inner strength to strengthen his palms, it was not difficult for him to clamp the blade!
"You can set off now!"
Han Yue suddenly exerted force with his arm, taking advantage of the moment when the man with the hair covering his chest was stunned, he pulled him back, and then spread his five fingers and grabbed the man's neck!
"Crack!"
With a sharp twist, the man's neck snapped at a 90-degree angle, and Han Yue broke his neck.
Even after he had completely stopped breathing, the hairy man with the chest guard still had wide-open eyes, as if he couldn't believe that he, a seventh-rank martial artist, could die so... simply!
"A dignified seventh-rank martial artist, why did he have to become a wicked and immoral villain!"
Han Yue tossed the body of the man with the protective heart aside as if it were trash, then looked toward another battlefield.
While he was fighting the man with the protective hair, the other warriors from the Suiyue Martial Arts School and the Zheng family were not idle either. Clad in armor and armed with weapons, they faced no pressure whatsoever against the Taishan bandits. With each swing of their weapons, one Taishan bandit after another fell. In just a few breaths, the Taishan bandits had lost more than half of their men, leaving only a dozen or so bandits still putting up a last-ditch resistance.
"These thieves have some guts."
Han Yue muttered to himself, "Most thieves, faced with such a one-sided massacre, would probably have been terrified and fled in panic."
In contrast, the Taishan bandits still dared to fight against their own side, which made Han Yue admire their courage.
However, their courage was ultimately limited.
Soon, realizing that they had no chance of winning, the Taishan bandits began to consider fleeing. Many of them even knelt on the ground, begging for their lives.
Unfortunately, neither the people from the Broken Mountain Martial Arts School nor the Zheng family were moved.
Even before setting off, Zheng Qing and Han Yue had already given the order: leave no Taishan bandits alive!
Under these circumstances, the crowd naturally showed no mercy. Even though the Taishan bandits pleaded desperately, they still raised their knives and slaughtered all the Taishan bandits in the area!
Moments later, fifty corpses were found in Lijiapo. Except for Wang Taishan, all the bandits were dead.
The only remaining one, Wang Taishan, also doesn't have long to live.
"Pfft!"
Zheng Qing thrust out his spear, piercing another bloody hole in Wang Taishan's body.
Wang Taishan retreated repeatedly, his chest heaving violently as he moved away from the spear tip that had pierced his body.
With only a sixth-grade cultivation level, he was no match for Zheng Qing, who was at the peak of the sixth grade. After a few exchanges, he had nearly ten wounds on his body, while Zheng Qing was completely unharmed, only his breathing became a little rapid.
What terrified Wang Taishan even more was that all of his men... were dead!
These subordinates are Wang Taishan's capital, and the key to his being valued by the Wang family. Without them, his importance to the Wang family will decrease significantly...
However, Wang Taishan had no time to think about that now, because he himself was also facing a life-or-death crisis!
"call out!"
A sharp whistling sound rang out, a cold glint flashed, and the spear tip, gleaming with a chilling light, pierced straight for Wang Taishan's throat.