OBS Chapter 332 The Wind and Rain Wear Away Life and Death
Chapter 332 The Wind and Rain Wear Away Life and Death
Chapter 332 The Wind and Rain Wear Away Life and Death
Principal Jiang's Wuyishan Dawangfeng Martial Arts School has always faced the biggest problem of funding. Otherwise, he wouldn't have needed to swindle money from Manager Fang to the Hongyang Sect, and now he's set his sights on Zhao Banshan, a big spender.
Zhao Banshan was all alone, yet he was incredibly wealthy and had the powerful Taiji Sect behind him. In Jiang Wen's view, as members of the four major sects in the world, Taiji Sect was more reliable than Wudang and Shaolin, and even more dependable than the Emei Sect in Sichuan.
Seeing that Zhao Banshan had taken the bait, Jiang Wen led him to the round pear wood table by the window on the west side of the hall. A sharp-eyed waiter brought out freshly brewed Wuyi rock tea, and a jar of Shaoxing rice wine warming on the charcoal fire was also brought out.
After the two were seated, Jiang Wen naturally sat down opposite Zhao Banshan, with his adopted daughter and grandson beside them. Lu Feiqing, who had just refused treatment from the Wudang Sect, was now healing herself by circulating her internal energy and was showing signs of improvement.
"Third Master Zhao, your outspokenness in the hall just now, won't it cause you any trouble?"
Zhao Banshan smiled slightly, gripped the wine glass tightly, and drank it all in one gulp: "My presence in Guangzhou will be known to the martial arts world sooner or later. Rather than acting in secrecy, it's better to be frank—from now on, everyone will only recognize me as the third leader of the Red Flower Society, not as the senior disciple of the Tai Chi Sect. This can be considered as being in line with Brother Lu."
Jiang Wen understood the implication in his words: "Third Master Zhao, from what you're saying, has something happened within the Taiji Sect?"
Zhao Banshan said dismissively, "It's just a few old stories. Back then, Master wanted to pass the position of sect leader to me, but he insisted that I marry his own daughter. At that time, I was thinking about Xiaoqian, so I naturally refused. Later, in a fit of anger, he passed the position of sect leader to his youngest son, who is my junior brother."
Zhao Banshan sighed heavily, then slowly sipped his drink and said, "My junior brother is proud and arrogant, and people in the sect always bring it up, so he's always held a grudge. Recently, he sent someone to tell me that the Tai Chi sect has created a new set of boxing techniques that are incredibly powerful even for ordinary people to learn. He wants to take the secret manual passed down by our master that I have back to verify it together. It's because of this trivial matter that I'm taking the opportunity of attending the martial arts conference to go back to the sect as well."
Jiang Wen listened and, sure enough, it was the same old story of a gifted senior brother who fell in love with a demonic woman halfway through his life, leaving a shadow on his junior brothers and sisters. As the saying goes, childhood sweethearts can't beat those who fall from the sky. Linghu Chong of Mount Hua, Zhuo Yihang of Wudang, and Uncle Jiang of Mount Shu all gave it a thumbs up.
If what the current Tai Chi Sect leader said is true, then the other party's goal this time is to master the divine skill, to beat that senior brother to his knees, and to regain everything he has lost. Judging from Zhao Banshan's disheartened appearance, he should also be willing to give up his reputation and accept defeat as a matter of course, in order to cleanse this junior brother of the sect leader's inner demons.
...But why does this martial art sound so strange and familiar?
"Third Master Zhao, you must be extra careful on this trip. If you notice anything amiss, please contact me. Our Wuyi Sect has experience in dealing with these kinds of things."
Jiang Wen politely offered his advice, but Zhao Banshan replied listlessly, "Sect Leader Jiang, you're too kind. My junior brother has said this more than once: the martial arts he learned in the past were all unorthodox and unorthodox methods. Otherwise, what would it matter if I lost to him for a while..."
After that, the two simply stopped talking about these things and chatted about trivial matters of the martial arts world. With Jiang Wen's silver tongue, they successfully secured a verbal investment, persuading Zhao Banshan to pay for a dormitory and canteen for his grandson.
After an unknown amount of time, a series of hurried footsteps suddenly came from outside the hall. A figure rushed in, his gaze immediately locking onto Jiang Wen. With a solemn expression, he quickly walked to Jiang Wen's side and whispered, "Sect Leader Jiang, something has happened again."
Jiang Wen looked up and saw that it was Fan Xinghan, who looked travel-worn. His smile immediately vanished: "What's wrong?"
“Yesterday, Zhou Long disappeared, so I led the Beggars’ Sect disciples to patrol the foot of the mountain. We found signs of a fight in the dense forest west of Sanliting.”
Fan Xinghan's voice was low, but it carried an unconcealed solemnity: "More than a dozen trees, each as thick as a person's embrace, were all hit in the middle by hidden weapons, and their trunks were covered with dense, round holes."
Upon hearing this, Zhao Banshan and Lu Feiqing, who were standing nearby, immediately changed their expressions.
This method sounds remarkably similar to Gu Jinbiao's death. Teng Yilei and Jiao Wenqi insisted that Lu and Zhao were responsible, but their concealed weapon techniques didn't match at all. Now, the discovery of traces in the dense forest that perfectly matched the wounds meant that the real murderer was either extremely arrogant or had not yet achieved their goal and was still hiding in Wuyi Mountain!
"Anything else?" Jiang Wen asked in a deep voice.
"Afterwards, we also found several corpses dressed as martial arts practitioners in the woods, with round blood holes all over their chests. They were killed instantly, obviously by chance."
Fan Xinghan continued, "The murderer has extremely high lightness skills and strange methods. We followed the traces for a while, but he always managed to shake us off. Now he is still hiding in the dense forest, like a madman, killing anyone he sees. Two of our disciples were also injured by his hidden weapons, but fortunately they survived."
"A mad master?"
Jiang Wen narrowed his eyes, feeling that the situation seemed somewhat familiar, but the most important thing right now was to subdue this person, preferably capture him alive, so that he could get a full picture of the situation. "Have you sent anyone to keep an eye on him?"
Fan Xinghan nodded.
“Before I left, another expert arrived with his men—the formation set up by those women was extremely fierce, and the murderer will have a hard time escaping for the time being.”
Jiang Wen felt a little more at ease. Sanliting was originally the territory of the Red Sun Sect, and they would definitely not be able to hide any movement from them. Judging from this, it was the Red Lotus Holy Mother who brought back the Six Ding Goddesses. Capturing ordinary experts should be no problem for them.
Jiang Wen nodded, glanced at Zhao Banshan and Lu Feiqing, and said with a smile, "Third Master Zhao, Mr. Lu, it seems that the suspected murderer has been found. You two rest for now. I'm going to meet this expert and see who dares to commit murder and frame someone on my Wuyishan territory and disrupt the conference."
Lu Feiqing's injuries were quite severe, and he was only able to suppress them at the moment. Naturally, he was unable to continue fighting against the experts. Zhao Banshan patted his shoulder and said happily, "This matter concerns our innocence. I, Zhao, will certainly go and accompany you. Besides, although Sect Leader Jiang is skilled in both fist and sword, he is not as suitable as me to deal with such a master of hidden weapons."
Zhao Banshan's meaning was clear. He was worried about not having a chance to repay Jiang Wen, and he also wanted to show off his skills in front of Hongdou and Hong Wending. So he decisively asked to help. Jiang Wen nodded. As expected, Hongdou and Hong Wending also expressed their desire to broaden their horizons. This made Zhao Banshan even more imposing, and he walked with the aura of a dragon and a tiger.
Jiang Wen didn't say much. He immediately asked Lao Ye to take the stone lion to keep an eye on Jiao Wenqi, while he led Fan Xinghan, Zhao Banshan, Hongdou, and Hong Wending towards the dense forest west of Sanliting.
The bloodthirsty spectators nearby, who had nothing better to do, were not about to miss out on the excitement. They sprang into action and followed in a large, orderly procession down the mountain.
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To the west of Sanliting lies a hill with sheer cliffs rising high above the plains. The dense forest atop the hills is filled with ancient trees and lush foliage. Even in the daytime, only sparse patches of light can be seen filtering through the gaps. The forest is damp and cold, with the wind whistling through the leaves. Now, carrying a heavy stench of blood, it sends chills down one's spine.
Jiang Wen and his group walked at the front. He focused his mind and calmed his breath, slowly circulating the Nine Yang Divine Skill. His hearing was instantly brought to its peak, and he quickly caught the noise deep in the dense forest, a noise that was enough to startle birds and beasts into flight.
In the open area not far away, six goddesses of the Six Ding were already standing in the Qimen position, while the Holy Mother of the Red Lotus stood guard on the side.
They were adorned with silver sashes around their waists and white veils covering their faces. Their eyes were sharp as frost, and their breaths were synchronized. With a single shout, the six of them took six steps in unison, maintaining a precise distance of six zhang between each other, not an inch more or less, perfectly matching the numbers of the Six Ding and Six Jia. This was the extremely dangerous "Jade Maiden Counter-Closed Formation"!
Within the shadows of the trees, a dark figure had been standing silently for a long time. This person was burly, dressed in black, and his face was covered with a black cloth. At this moment, his figure was barely noticeable as he blended into the shadows of the trees. If he hadn't been trapped in the center, others would have almost failed to detect his presence.
"He is indeed a master. His lightness skill and turtle breathing technique are both highly refined. He is not easy to deal with." Zhao Banshan narrowed his eyes and gave an objective evaluation.
When other martial arts practitioners arrived, they were curious and wanted to approach, but Jiang Wen immediately raised his hand to stop them. He had personally experienced this formation, which relied on a crisscrossing net of silkworm threads. If you touched it, you would lose an arm or a leg.
At that moment, the silk threads trembled slightly as the internal energy of the Sacred Flame Technique circulated, producing a clear and melodious sound like the gentle playing of a konghou (a type of Chinese harp). However, within the soft and graceful music lay an invincible killing intent—
Fallen leaves swept by the mountain wind touched the net and were instantly cut into several pieces; withered branches on the trees were swept onto the silk threads and shattered before they could even hold on for half a breath.
However, a strange sound escaped the mysterious figure's throat, and his figure suddenly moved, darting into the formation like a ghost. He was so fast that only a faint, almost invisible afterimage remained, weaving and shifting among the crisscrossing silk threads. Even though this Heavenly Silkworm Array was dense yet orderly, with each thread flowing and guided by the six people's energy, it was all-pervasive.
The Jade Maiden Counter-Suppression Formation is a six-person combined formation, corresponding to the six Ding Yin Gods, and in accordance with the six cyclical numbers. When it operates, it is perfectly harmonious and flawless. However, in the repeated cycles of the six-step Gang Step, the opponent discovered a momentary break in the energy flow at the Kun position, the Death Gate. He immediately tried to escape. Relying on his already mastered movement technique, he actually soared into the sky in a moment of confusion!
Jiang Wen clapped his hands and exclaimed, "What amazing lightness skill! The wonder of lightness skill is that it can make someone as heavy as a pig fly into the air and scream like a pig being slaughtered!"
Hongdou and Hong Wending looked at Zhao Banshan, who was middle-aged and overweight: "..."
But the Six Ding Goddess was not flustered at all. Instead, she suddenly flew up and landed in the three auspicious positions of Jing, Xiu, and Kai with lightning speed, firmly guarding the core of the formation. The Heavenly Silkworm Silk immediately covered the mysterious person from all directions, from the sky and the ground. The originally clear and melodious sound of the konghou turned into thousands of sharp howls. There was really no way to avoid it and no way to retreat!
Jiang Wen had experienced it himself. Once the three auspicious positions were set and the eight gates were locked, it felt like being sealed off by countless invisible heavy doors, with every direction leading to a dead end. At this moment, even if one was skilled at concealing one's form and maneuvering with the finest precision, one would feel as if standing on an open field, completely illuminated by the cold moon overhead, with every inch of one's body and every breath flowing freely and without any means of concealment.
However, instead of dodging, the man yelled and flipped his left hand, sending five swallowtail darts flying into the air. They struck the five palaces of Kan, Li, Zhen, Dui, and Xun, causing the energy of the silk array to deflect. At the same time, he suddenly pulled out a foot-long steel flying fork from his right hand and threw it into the air towards the last void!
The Jade Maiden Counter-Seclusion Technique was created by the Red Sun Sect to deal with a powerful enemy. Its purpose was to exchange the life of a top-tier expert for the life of several first-rate experts. It was originally a confrontation and game, but the opponent was tyrannical and ignorant, and actually had the idea of a head-on confrontation. This was not a situation that the Red Sun Sect was willing to accept.
All that could be heard was the sound of hidden weapons and flying forks tearing through the air with sharp whistles. The five people barely managed to deflect the hidden weapons with a flick of their sleeves. With a loud "clang," another flying fork arrived, forcing the last maiden to turn and dodge. It then struck the ancient tree trunk with perfect precision. As the originally circulating formation paused, the crisscrossing threads became momentarily disordered.
Only now did he rush toward the opening he had already identified, taking advantage of the flaw in the array gate, and with a long howl, his figure moved like a ghost, flashing through the hole and disappearing into the dense forest in an instant.
"I see that this person is determined to escape, so I am hesitant to use this killing formation. It would be better for me to take action."
Zhao Banshan said in a deep voice. He had already seen that the other party was holding two gleaming steel forks in his hands, with bloodstains still wet on them. These were the weapons that Gu Jinbiao was used to.
Without waiting for Jiang Wen's reply, he took the initiative to attack.
With a flick of his wrist, Zhao Banshan raised his left hand, and three coin darts flew out in a triangular formation, aiming straight for the opponent's vital points: the center of his forehead, throat, and heart. At the same time, his right hand swung, and five Bodhi seeds arrived first, blocking all of the opponent's escape routes.
His move was as swift as a gazelle leaping from a cliff, a flurry of blossoms, displaying the demeanor of a grandmaster. The bloodthirsty spectators who followed immediately erupted in cheers, proclaiming that he truly deserved to be called the "Thousand-Armed Buddha" who roamed the martial world!
But the mysterious man did not flinch in the face of the countless hidden weapons behind him. He let out a roar, turned his body suddenly, and swung the two steel forks in his hands, creating a dense and cold light!
With a series of crisp, rapid clanging sounds, he blocked all three darts and five bodhi seeds. What was even more astonishing was that his blocking technique was exquisite. Every swing of his steel fork struck the point of force of the hidden weapon precisely, without any superfluous movements. His rhythm and accuracy were clearly top-notch hidden weapon defense techniques!
Zhao Banshan's eyes narrowed. The way of hidden weapons is different from fist and foot kung fu. There are no rules for fair and square sparring. It is all about surprise and attacking when the opponent is unprepared. Even if all the previous moves miss, as long as one move is successful, it often determines the life or death of the opponent.
The secret to his technique lay in the dazzling display of flying petals, a breathtaking spectacle concealing deadly intent. It would be remarkable if an ordinary expert could deflect such a flurry of hidden weapons, yet this man parried them all with such composure, clearly demonstrating a mastery of concealed weapons far exceeding that of the average person.
"He's certainly a skilled fighter. Children, watch closely!"
Zhao Banshan laughed heartily, his fighting spirit intensifying. He was determined to show off his skills in front of Hong Wending, and naturally couldn't afford to be outdone. Immediately, he moved both hands in unison, flitting about like a butterfly among flowers!
In an instant, a barrage of hidden weapons rained down on the crazed man like a storm: darts, death knells, daggers, bodhi seeds, flying stones, bone-piercing needles...
Dozens of hidden weapons flew out of his hands, sleeves, waist, and even boots. Some went straight and fast like thunder, some were cunning and unpredictable, some glided along the ground, some swooped down, and some even collided and changed direction in the air, all attacking the target from unexpected angles.
The sky was filled with cold stars, obscuring the sun and making a whistling sound that hurt people's eardrums. It completely sealed off the mysterious man from all directions. This was the true power of the Thousand-Armed Tathagata. With a single move, he used the Tathagata's Dharma carriage, with a rain of flowers falling from the sky and a thousand arms moving in unison. No one could stop him!
The crowd was stunned, forgetting even to cheer. Hongdou was even more shocked. She had practiced hidden weapons since childhood and considered herself to be a first-rate martial artist. But after seeing Zhao Banshan's skill today, she realized that there was such a gap between a first-rate level and the top martial artist "Thousand-Armed Buddha".
Just when everyone thought this mysterious man would be riddled with bullets, a sudden change occurred!
With a roar, the man unleashed two steel forks that flew from his hands. The forks, like black lightning, spun and danced in the air, employing techniques designed to counter hidden weapons. One fork blocked most of the projectiles aimed at him, while the other, like a dragon weaving through the air, deflected any stray, cunning projectiles. As the projectiles lost their momentum, he even managed to catch the ones he had deflected mid-air and launch them back at Zhao Banshan!
To use their own methods against them?!
Zhao Banshan's expression changed slightly. He dodged the hidden weapon with a leap, then flicked his left hand, sending two curved, swirling Dragon-Returning Jade Discs flying out in unpredictable arcs. Next, he flung out with his right hand, sending two right-angled Flying Swallow Silver Shuttles deflecting and ricocheting off the tree trunk, aiming for a blind spot. The Dragon-Returning Jade Discs blocked the path ahead, while the Flying Swallow Silver Shuttles sealed off the retreat. The four unique hidden weapons worked in perfect coordination; even a top expert would find it difficult to evade this deadly attack!
But the burly, mysterious man did something that no one expected—
Without dodging or avoiding, he suddenly stretched out his hands and reached into the air. Then, with two crisp "clinking" sounds, he caught the two flying silver shuttles with his bare hands, his hands behind his back to his vital points!
Immediately afterward, he swayed his body, dodging the Returning Dragon Wall. Then, he flipped his hands, and the silver shuttle he had caught was thrown back, shooting towards Zhao Banshan with an even sharper whooshing sound. At the same time, he grabbed and scooped up the hidden weapons that had just been thrown at him, one after another!
The madman gripped the hidden weapon in his hand and flung it out again. His technique was equally dense, precise, and seamless. However, unlike Zhao Banshan's dazzling display of flying flowers, this man's attack was like a rain of pear blossoms. When it came at you, the force was extremely fierce, leaving no room for survival!
The audience erupted in uproar!
Zhao Banshan's expression was solemn. He took off his brocade robe in mid-air, and the robe transformed into a colorful net that suddenly opened. With Tai Chi techniques, he used his strength like the wind to block the range of the flying hidden weapons. As he punched and circulated his internal energy, countless darts struck the net with a "bang bang bang bang" sound. However, the force contained in the darts was neutralized one by one, disappearing without a trace like mud oxen entering the sea, until they lost their power and fell to the ground.
This colorful robe, embroidered with gold and silver threads, was made by skilled craftsmen at great expense. It was woven from fine gold and silver threads and could withstand swords and spears when worn normally. Combined with his unique Tai Chi techniques, it could also defend against hidden weapons. However, the fact that the other party could force him to use his trump card showed that this person's methods were truly astonishing.
Zhao Banshan's mind raced. The fact that his opponent could capture the Flying Swallow Silver Shuttle but dodge the Returning Dragon Jade meant that his opponent was not specifically targeting him, but was simply relying on rich experience and superb skills!
He had roamed the martial arts world for decades and was a true grandmaster in the art of hidden weapons. He had even studied the firearms that were popular in Southeast Asia, but he had never heard of such a reclusive master who could match him in terms of technique, strength, moves, and timing!
You know, you might be able to master just one type of hidden weapon technique by working behind closed doors, but to learn and master so many different types of hidden weapons, you're bound to have to go around and exchange skills with others, and that will inevitably lead to a great reputation!
Just at this critical moment, a clear and melodious voice rang out: "Third Master Zhao, step back for now. Leave this fellow to me!"
With a flash of green, Jiang Wen had already passed through the crowd and appeared in the center of the arena!
Zhao Banshan advised, "Sect Leader Jiang, this man's hidden weapon skills are unparalleled, and he has acquired so many of my hidden weapons. Ordinary people cannot easily get close to him. If you rush forward rashly, you may suffer a loss!"
Deep in the mountains, all one could see were ancient trees blocking out the sun, their dense foliage shattering the sunlight into fragments. Even the wind carried the damp chill of the mountain stream. Jiang Wen smiled slightly and said, "Then I'll compete with him in hidden weapons."
No sooner had Jiang Wen finished speaking than a loud whooshing sound rang out.
It wasn't just one, not ten, but a deluge of hidden weapons, falling like a torrential downpour of pear blossoms, instantly sealing off all his options of advance and retreat on all three fronts.
The front row consisted of six or seven death nails, their steel bodies gleaming with a cold light, carrying an unparalleled force that aimed directly at vital points. The middle layer contained seven or eight bone-piercing needles, as thin as cow hair, cunning and ruthless, specifically targeting the twelve major acupoints. At the very back were countless iron bodhi seeds, as dense as a swarm of bees, blocking all gaps for evasion, so that not even a fallen leaf could penetrate this net of hidden weapons.
This was a real storm, a deadly trap that had calculated all his escape routes. An ordinary martial artist would have been riddled with holes long ago due to being unable to advance or retreat. But Jiang Wen's steps did not retreat; instead, he took a sudden step forward!
In the face of such a tight formation, one must not retreat or dodge. If one takes even half a step back, one will fall into a deeper ambush and be completely locked down by subsequent hidden weapons. Only by attacking the hidden weapons head-on can one break this impenetrable trap.
Jiang Wen moved his longsword to his left hand and thrust it forward. Instead of ramming the nail head-on, he precisely struck the tip of a death nail. With a skillful deflection, he channeled the force of the nail through its body, causing the powerful death nail to deviate from its trajectory. As the nails collided violently in the air, the originally tightly sealed nail array was broken open by their own collision, creating a narrow gap.
The sound of air being torn apart intensified, and the second wave of bone-piercing needles arrived in an instant. Jiang Wen's right hand moved at the same time, and like Zhao Banshan, he infused his inner strength into his robe sleeves and waved them. With the sudden rise of a fierce wind, the trajectory of the bone-piercing needles was completely slowed down. The needle tips were immediately blocked by his robe and sleeves, and they didn't even pierce his skin.
The final wave of iron bodhi seeds hurtled towards him, but Jiang Wen had already picked up three pebbles from the ground with his fingertips. As the pebbles flew out and scattered the rain of iron bodhi seeds, the three pebbles continued their momentum after hitting the source of the projectiles.
The person hiding behind the giant tree clearly did not expect that he could break through the killing move. He roared and unleashed another wave of hidden weapons with all his might. The hidden weapons, like cold stars in the sky, were meant to both block the flying rocks and kill Jiang Wen on the spot.
However, Jiang Wen had already calculated the opponent's hidden weapon tactics. This time, he soared into the sky like a hawk, his wide robes and sleeves carrying his long sword billowing back. The exquisite sword moves of the Dugu Nine Swords turned into a series of cold flashes. Even when facing the torrential rain, there was no chance of leakage. His movements were as agile as a swimming dragon, which made the bloodthirsty audience cheer and applaud.
"As expected of the 'Gentleman's Sword,' this swordsmanship is truly unparalleled!"
"There's nothing this miraculous in the mortal realm; I think it must be the work of gods!"
"The other side is so arrogant, I wonder what kind of hidden weapon Sect Leader Jiang will use to subdue them?"
"Only a thunderous strike can truly demonstrate the glorious righteous path."
Just then, Jiang Wen stopped his attack, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and actually twirled his sword to finish his stance. He then adopted a starting stance with his knees bent and exerting force, and coldly said to his opponent, "Your skills are superb. I wonder if you can withstand my move?"
The mysterious man, who had been on high alert and had even retrieved the steel throwing fork he had thrown earlier, with his arm muscles bulging and ready to unleash their power, suddenly let out a strange roar. Clearly, he was filled with arrogance and wanted to test Jiang Wen's skills.
Jiang Wen suddenly raised his arm, pretending to flick his fingertips. A soft hiss rang out, and the hidden weapon shot out like a meteor chasing the moon. However, it had no fierce aura, only the speed of lightning.
The mysterious man stared intently at the scene. Even though he couldn't see the shape of the hidden weapon, he had already anticipated its trajectory. He suddenly raised his hand and slashed at empty space, preparing to catch Jiang Wen's hidden weapon in his palm and throw it back. However, when he raised his palm to throw it back, it was as if he hadn't even caught a shadow in his palm. He threw nothing at all. Instead, the two of them went back and forth like a farce.
Everyone was puzzled and looked at Sect Leader Jiang, who was still in a fighting stance. But then they heard a terrible commotion behind them. The mysterious man suddenly collapsed and rolled around on the ground, banging his head against the ground until it was bleeding profusely. He made inhuman moans, and his clothes were soaked with cold sweat. His teeth were grinding together, and judging from the blood that suddenly gushed out, even his tongue seemed to be covered in blood!
Jiang Wen didn't look back at the other person. Only then did he slowly put away his stance and stand still, speaking in a grand and majestic tone. But his appearance made the bloodthirsty audience feel as if the mysterious man had plunged into icy water in the dead of winter, experiencing unbearable pain from the very marrow of his bones.
"I, Jiang, present you with my unique hidden weapon, the 'Life and Death Talisman'—please accept my challenge!"