OBS Chapter 660 Fame Spreads Throughout the World 8
Chapter 660 Fame Spreads Throughout the World 8
Yun Chu looked at the short nail on the corner of the table, then looked up at the dark green fading into the roof ridge outside the window.
This "pointing the way with wooden nails" technique was perfectly timed, executed swiftly, and delivered a clear warning.
Who exactly is he? He rescued the young master of Guangyuan Escort Agency during the day, which can be considered an act of chivalry.
At this moment, this was almost like shielding her from a test of unknown depth, or... what?
The look he left behind, the comment about "the girl in blue who just entered the city," and the strength he displayed—enough to intimidate the spies of the Night Owl Hall and the henchmen of unknown forces—all of this made this mysterious young man from the Tang Clan a particularly conspicuous yet elusive bubble in the boiling waters of Zhongzhou.
Yun Chu gently closed the door, walked to the window, and looked around at the street below and the houses of varying heights across the street.
The night was as dark as ink, concealing countless eyes, countless claws, and even more unknown intersecting paths.
The last look the green-clad youth gave, and his incredibly precise warning nail, were like a pebble thrown into still water, creating ripples far greater than the surface calm.
In the deeper darkness outside the window, it seemed as if more invisible threads were tightening.
The golden eagle flag of Guangyuan Escort Agency, hanging high on the wall of the inn's lobby, trembled slightly in the glow of the oil lamp. Its crimson color was exceptionally dazzling, foreshadowing that the turmoil seemingly stirred up by Iron Falcon was probably only just beginning, and an even greater storm was quietly brewing in the night of Zhongzhou City.
Tomorrow's duel will inevitably evolve into a storm far exceeding a contest of martial arts skills, driven by these undercurrents.
The faint scent of sandalwood lingered in the air, mingling with the smells of alcohol and sweat rising from downstairs, creating a peculiar and dangerous atmosphere.
Yun Chu's gaze lingered for a moment on the three slightly cool wooden nails.
The Tang Clan's "Wooden Nail Pointing the Way" technique is ingenious, penetrating yet leaving no trace, both deterring the villains and accurately marking the location of the threat.
The young man appeared twice, once to save someone and once to warn them. He seemed friendly, yet he was like a ghost in the dark, coming and going unpredictably. The faint smile on his lips was more like a silent mockery, as if he regarded this chaotic Central Plains as a chessboard for his game.
"Purpose..." Yun Chu murmured to herself, her fingertips tracing the smooth, unsettling edge of the wooden nail. A gesture of goodwill? A test? Or... something else entirely?
She stopped dwelling on the boy's intentions; her immediate priority was to understand the chaotic situation.
She quickly picked up the wooden tray that the waiter had "accidentally" dropped, the thin booklet of state notices was pressed under the fine materials wrapped in oil paper.
Turning the pages, the contents were unremarkable, consisting of nothing more than city security regulations, recent changes to commercial taxes, and a somewhat official announcement welcoming outstanding talents from all over the world to participate in the grand event of swordsmanship.
However, just as she was about to close the booklet, a very faint herbal scent wafted into her nostrils—not the ink scent that should be present on notice paper, but rather a very subtle scent that clung to the edge of the booklet.
The taste... was somewhat similar to the "Qinglu Powder" she kept in her bag, but it had a very faint hint of fishy sweetness mixed in.
Yun Chu's expression hardened.
When the "guy" approached, he didn't smell of medicine.
The poison could only have been applied temporarily when he touched the book, perhaps through skin contact, or by accidentally scratching it with his fingernail.
Whoosh—clang!
Just as she saw through the trick, a barely perceptible silver light flashed outside the window, shooting straight at her wrist holding the notice! It was as fast as a ghost, and at a tricky angle!
But Yun Chu seemed to have anticipated this. The moment the silver light flashed, she took a half step back to the left like a willow branch swaying in the wind, while her wrist trembled slightly.
The wooden tray and the notice book were skillfully lifted by internal force and did not fall apart. The fine, poisoned silver needle, as thin as a cow's hair, flew past the edge of the notice and, with a crisp "ding," pierced the wooden pillar behind her. The end of the needle continued to tremble, emitting a faint blue light.
"Good skill!"
A slightly hoarse sigh came from the beam above! Yun Chu looked up sharply and saw a thin, dark figure clinging to the shadows of the beam like a gecko; it was almost unnoticed unless someone made a sound. That "buddy" really did have an accomplice!
Having missed his first attack, the man showed no interest in continuing the fight. With a twist of his body, he slid down from the beam like a wisp of smoke, heading straight for the open window, clearly intending to escape under the cover of night.
"Stay here!" Yun Chu coldly shouted, the wooden tray in her hand, along with the oil paper package of the fine ingredients, seemed to be infused with a thousand pounds of force, transforming into a heavy shadow that smashed straight into the back of the dark figure.
The oil paper package was shattered halfway through by her finger force, and the golden, high-quality horse feed flew out like rain, forming a temporary visual barrier.
The dark figure froze, forced to twist and dodge in mid-air.
In that split second of delay, Yun Chu had already closed in like a ghost!
She didn't draw her sword; the scabbard of the Cold Moon Sword, with a sharp whistling sound, struck, stabbed, swept, and pressed, instantly sealing off all of her opponent's escape routes in all directions.
Each strike is precisely aimed at acupoints; it is the "Startled Sparrow Hand," a close-quarters grappling technique of the Tianji School!
The shadowy figure was struggling to defend himself, clearly not expecting this seemingly aloof and distant girl to be so fierce in close combat.
He was forced to crash into the window frame, awkwardly parrying a blow that swept down to his ribs, but his sleeve was torn apart with a "rip" sound by the hidden force between Yun Chu's two fingers!
The cuff was torn, revealing a section of forearm skin.
There were no tattoos on his skin, only a strange scar—as if he had been slashed by an extremely sharp, thin blade of lightning, leaving an extremely twisted, snake-bite-like old scar.
When the rat on the beam realized his identity had been exposed, a ruthless and resolute glint flashed in his eyes.
He gritted his teeth and stopped defending. He charged at Yun Chu with all his might, while another thinner dagger popped out from his sleeve and stabbed straight at Yun Chu's heart. It was a fighting style that was meant to take them both down with him!
Yun Chu frowned slightly. This person's speed had suddenly increased, and his desperate attack was indeed quite dangerous.
She shifted her feet, her body moving forward instead of backward, sliding close to his thrusting arm like a fish.
The scabbard of the Cold Moon Sword flicked upwards at an incredible angle, deflecting the short dagger with a "clang," and the end of the scabbard then precisely struck a vital acupoint on the opponent's chest and abdomen!
The rat on the beam felt as if it had been struck by a heavy hammer; its body stiffened abruptly, it groaned, and it slumped softly to the ground.
Before he fell to the ground, Yun Chu reached out and grabbed the back of his neck by the collar. At the same time, she quickly twisted her other wrist and pressed several acupoints on his body, completely sealing off all his mobility and possible means of self-harm.
Although the fight inside the room happened in the blink of an eye, and both of them tried their best to control their movements, the sound of the horse feed breaking, the clanging of the short daggers hitting the scabbard, and the muffled thud of their bodies falling to the ground could not be completely isolated.
Tuk-tuk-tuk!
There was another urgent but polite knocking at the door.
"Sir? Would you like some hot water for your tea? I heard some noise just now..." It was the innkeeper's mature and steady voice, tinged with concern and inquiry.