area51novel Chapter 15 Overcoming the Bear
Chapter 15 Overcoming the Bear
Seeing the person in front of him, Zhao Yu smiled helplessly. He was really unlucky to have chosen this time to come. How did he end up running into him?
Ascending the stone steps was Tong Baixiong, the elder of the Wind and Thunder Hall of the Sun Moon Divine Sect, who ranked first among the sect's ten elders.
At the same time, he was also Dongfang Bubai's sworn brother.
However, Zhao Yu did not pause for a moment, and went straight through the gate of the Sun Moon Divine Sect's main altar, heading straight for Tong Baixiong.
It's a good opportunity to test my martial arts skills and also to gauge the quality of martial arts practitioners in this world.
"Stop him!"
A sharp shout suddenly rang out, and more than ten black-clad warriors following behind Tong Baixiong instantly drew their swords and rushed forward. The gleaming steel blades wove together a net of blades, descending upon Zhao Yu.
The surrounding stone path was no more than five feet wide, with bottomless abysses on both sides. There was nowhere to retreat or escape, a situation that would be certain death in the eyes of ordinary people.
Just as the blade was about to touch him, Zhao Yu suddenly swayed and slid out through the gap in the blade's light.
Lingbo Weibu, the ultimate lightness skill of the Xiaoyao Sect, moves according to the sixty-four hexagrams of the I Ching. There is no other movement technique in the world as mysterious as this.
The warriors only saw a blur before their eyes, without even touching the hem of the other's clothes, as more than a dozen steel swords cleaved into the stone wall, sparks flying everywhere.
When he turned back, Zhao Yu's figure had already darted several feet away, rushing towards the only stone steps leading down the mountain.
"Fire! Don't let the traitor escape!"
Shouts of battle erupted instantly, but Zhao Yu's movements were as swift as a ghost, and all the arrows landed on the stone ground behind him, offering no resistance whatsoever.
The stone path was narrow, and dozens of believers were crammed together, making it difficult to even turn around, let alone surround them.
In the midst of the chaotic battle, Zhao Yu's agility caused many to stumble and fall into the deep valley beside them, without even having a chance to scream.
Just as Zhao Yu was wreaking havoc, that burly figure finally made a move.
Tong Baixiong was dressed in coarse cloth, his beard and hair were slightly disheveled, and his tiger eyes shone brightly. The fierce aura emanating from his body silenced the noisy followers around him instantly.
Zhao Yu's eyes narrowed. This person in the world of Laughing at the World was probably a first-rate fighter and should not be underestimated.
He possessed exceptional martial arts skills and had dominated the martial arts world for decades. He was fierce, domineering, and truly a top master of his time.
Even if he is not comparable to Feng Qingyang and Dongfang Bubai, he is roughly at the same level as Yue Buqun, and even if he is slightly inferior, he is not much worse.
"Zhao Yu?" Tong Baixiong narrowed his eyes and glanced at him from head to toe, speaking in a gruff voice, "That little brat who disappeared not long ago, I thought he was dead somewhere, turns out he wanted to betray the sect, and now he dares to show up so brazenly?"
Before he could finish speaking, he casually slapped him across the face.
Tong Baixiong had never taken this unknown follower seriously, but Zhao Yu's mysterious disappearance at the headquarters made him pay a little attention to him.
Upon meeting Zhao Yu today and seeing his age, he felt even more contempt for him. Therefore, he only used 30% of his strength in this palm strike, intending to easily subdue him and hand him over to Yang Lianting for disposal.
The palm strike was accompanied by a howling wind, carrying a powerful force of wind and thunder. If it were an ordinary member of the sect, their internal organs would probably be shattered on the spot.
Just as the palm strike was about to hit him, Zhao Yu swayed again, using the Lingbo Weibu technique to narrowly avoid the fatal blow.
At the same time, he struck out with a backhand palm, the force of which was light and graceful, yet contained a hidden power, which was the exquisite move of the Tianshan Six Yang Palm.
Tong Baixiong's pupils shrank suddenly. He never expected that this kid could dodge his palm strike. In a hurry, he turned his palm to meet the attack.
The moment their palms touched, he felt a strange force coming from his palms, which made his tiger's mouth go numb and he involuntarily took half a step back.
"Um?"
Tong Baixiong stared at Zhao Yu with astonishment, his face full of disbelief: "Where did you get such profound internal strength, kid? And this movement and palm technique, it's definitely not the kind of kung fu I taught you! What's its origin?!"
If Zhao Yu had possessed such skills long ago, he wouldn't still be just an ordinary follower.
Tong Baixiong knew in his heart that this was probably the reason why Zhao Yu had betrayed the sect.
"Elder Tong, step aside." Zhao Yu's tone was calm, but his steps did not loosen in the slightest. "I don't want to be your enemy, I just want to leave Blackwood Cliff. If you insist on stopping me, don't blame me for not holding back."
"Insolence!" Tong Baixiong laughed in anger. He had roamed the martial world for decades, and when had he ever been looked down upon by a junior?
"Blackwood Cliff is a place you can come and go as you please? A traitorous brat dares to speak so arrogantly before this old man!"
This time, he held back, unleashing both palms simultaneously, the powerful force of which swept over like a raging storm.
This was the palm technique he had honed his skills over his entire life; every move was ruthless and deadly, and the narrow stone passage was completely filled with the force of his palm strikes.
However, Zhao Yu's Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts technique) is precisely the nemesis of such fierce palm techniques.
Zhao Yu moved like a fish in water, weaving and shifting through the gaps in the palm strikes. No matter how fierce Tong Baixiong's palm technique was, it couldn't even touch a corner of his clothes.
What alarmed Tong Baixiong even more was that Zhao Yu's palm technique was also extremely exquisite.
Every seemingly casual wave of his hand perfectly countered his own killing move. The subtlety of his moves was something he had never heard of in his decades of wandering the martial world.
"Where did you learn this martial art?!" Tong Baixiong was increasingly surprised as he fought, repeatedly asking questions and adding three more points of force to his palm strikes.
Zhao Yu was entangled with him and couldn't get away. More and more followers were gathering behind him, and people were coming from below the cliff. If this dragged on any longer, even if he could leave, he would probably suffer.
Moreover, now that he has seen through Tong Baixiong's true strength and weakness, there is no need to test him anymore.
A cold glint flashed in Zhao Yu's eyes. He stopped dodging and thrust out both palms, meeting Tong Baixiong's iron palm head-on.
This time, Zhao Yu went all out.
The moment their palms touched, Tong Baixiong's expression changed drastically.
"This is!"
Tong Baixiong was terrified and used all his internal strength to retreat. He staggered back seven or eight steps and crashed into the cult members who rushed up behind him, knocking over four or five people before he could barely regain his balance.
Forcibly withdrawing his palm caused him to cough up blood, but Tong Baixiong couldn't care less about that at the moment.
He looked at Zhao Yu with considerable fear; even this tough man had cold sweat beading on his forehead.
However, the surrounding followers, unaware of the situation, saw that even Elder Tong had suffered a loss, and no longer cared about the rules of the martial world. With a shout of "Kill!", hundreds of followers rushed towards Zhao Yu in a swarm.
The stone steps of Blackwood Cliff were originally a formidable pass, impregnable by even a single man. Now, hundreds of people were crammed onto the narrow stone steps, one after another, pushing forward in layers.
Many followers also raised their hands, sending a dense barrage of hidden weapons flying through the air. Among them, the most insidious was the Black Blood Needle, a well-known hidden weapon of the Sun Moon Cult.
A foul stench assaulted his senses, and fine, hair-like poison needles rained down on Zhao Yu.
This Black Blood Needle is deadly upon contact with blood; once it touches even a little, there is no cure.
However, Zhao Yu's Lingbo Weibu technique was used to its fullest extent, allowing him to move nimbly and gracefully within a small space, as if he were strolling in a garden.
With a few quick movements, not only did all the attacks miss their mark, but many of the Black Blood Needles also struck the front-row followers, causing screams to erupt one after another.
Zhao Yu's methods were relentless, sometimes with palms, sometimes with claws, either sending people flying backwards and crashing into a bottomless abyss, or directly dislocating their bones and tendons.
Blood flowed down the narrow stone steps, and people kept falling.
Zhao Yu didn't stop for a moment, rushing down the stone steps until he broke through the encirclement.