These years gone by, the entire place of ChangAn City was entirely the Fish Dragon Gang’s world. Everyone knew that the upper level of the Fish Dragon Gang had a branch that was very good at fighting, stern characters who were completely unordinary people in appearance: Chang the Third ‘Cold’, Qi the Fourth ‘Ruthless’, Liu the Fifth ‘Wild’, Liu the Sixth ‘Fierce’, Chen the Seventh ‘Dark’. Besides the vicious Qi Fourth climbing up from the very bottom level of the JiangHu, if the others of those characters were released as they wished in West City or South City, they could absolutely easily carve out a piece of the JiangHu.
Very many people thought they wouldn’t be resigned to their current positions, thinking they would leave the Fish Dragon Gang and seek their own world; they would search for an opportunity to leave, even betraying the leaders.h.i.+p, but so many years had pa.s.sed, and these five men still followed closely in the wake of their big brother, not even leaving with a single step astray ——- because their big brother was the Spring Wind Pavilion’s Old Chao.
Inside ChangAn City, very rarely had someone seen Spring Wind Pavilion’s Old Chao in action – it’s more accurate to say, years ago, those that had seen Spring Wind Pavilion’s Old Chao act had long already died, but no one dared to underestimate him, and even less would they think he could only prattle about brotherly camaraderie as a paper tiger without any thunderous methods. Because anyone understood, that to be able to have Chang the Third wait on him, he was truly an unwavering person. It was impossible that the sword at his waist was merely a scholar’s decoration on the waist.
This name of Spring Wind Pavilion’s Old Chao hovered as a shadow over all his enemies. They wanted to see what kind of winds and rains it would bring after this person unsheathed the sword at his waist, but no one dared to go test, because they knew that once this person’s sword at his waist was unsheathed, they knew that the dark night in ChangAn would inevitably incur a shower of blood and b.l.o.o.d.y-scented wind.
Sensing that everyone on their own side had been intimidated into a stop by Chao XiaoShu’s motion of grasping his sword, South City’s Lord Meng widened his eyes. With a voice of absolute severity he shouted, “He’s just one person, not a G.o.d, everyone advance!”
In all eternity, there were no few hot-blooded, muddle-headed foolish men, patiently looking for an opportunity to kill a legend in the JiangHu and become famous in one move, being encouraged by numbers of comrades all around into bravery by the crowd’s atmosphere. Following Lord Meng of South City’s stern yell, several hundreds of ChangAn’s gangs raised the blades in their hands, and with great shouts they charged over from all sides!
“I just want to go home.”
Chao XiaoShu looked at the enemies charging towards him saying these kinds of words, then foolishly startled by a clanging noise, they broke through the rain of the alley opposite of the worn pavilion. The straight sword at his waist was like a flood dragon out of the sheath – outside as though it was slow, in fact it quickly thrusted towards the person charging furthest ahead.
Ning Que watched Chao XiaoShu’s back, his right hand already grasping his broad sword’s handle, but hadn’t drawn that recently sharpened, extremely sharp plain blade, because he wanted to see the real strength of this legend of ChangAn’s dark night. At the same time he felt that gentleman XiaoShu’s previous words were excessively pretentious, and was a bit worried once he drew the blade, he would be chopped to death by one mistake in a lightning flash.
Chao XiaoShu’s sword’s style was very ordinary – ordinary length and ordinary width, and the location of the edge was also not in the least special, just that in the instant of the quick motion shooting raindrops scattering, he was vaguely able to see very many fine lines on the blade’s body – those thin lines weren’t some kind of talisman language, but rather appeared to be many fine cracks repaired by quicksilver.
When excessively arrogant people say truthful words, that would make people mistakenly think they are pretentious. Ning Que stared at that straight sword, seeing that ordinary sword change that thrust at the very last moment into a slap, precisely and relaxingly slapping onto that man’s chest, and finally understood Spring Wind Pavilion’s Old Chao’s words weren’t at all pretentious, rather this person was in fact very arrogant.
The smooth sword body in the air was forcibly bent by a certain amount of force into a curved shape. Compared to its speed, the raindrops in the night sky fell slowly, making people’s hair stand stiff. And just as that sword’s body slapped against that man’s chest, that portion of strength suddenly pa.s.sed through from the sword’s body, with a *~pah* sound, and directly turned that part of his chest struck by the sword into a deep pit!
One sound like the deep enormous boom from heavy leather!
One sound of the grunt of a miserable howl!
That brave man charging furthest in front of the crowd from the South City gang didn’t even have time to clearly see Chao XiaoShu’s face, and was directly swatted like a mere kite, extremely miserably breaking through the air flying, flying past the dilapidated Spring Wind Pavilion, falling tens of zhang(~meter) away!
It was as the several hundred gang mob that was yelling cacophonously ‘kill’ were suddenly silenced, their gaze subconsciously followed that comrade drawing an especially long arc through the rainy night sky, and very quickly were met with dread seizing their bodies, and the hands waving blades became cold.
They had once imagined that when Spring Wind Pavilion’s Old Chao’s sword at his waist was drawn it could swipe a burst of b.l.o.o.d.y wind, or perhaps there would fall a spell of b.l.o.o.d.y rain, but never had they imagined that a single thin, blue steel sword could unexpectedly knock a heavy person flying so far. A thin sword with one swipe contained frightening strength – unexpectedly like a great hammer in the hands of a G.o.d, one move and heaven and earth’s four directions would move!
No, that sword wasn’t the metal hammer in the hands of a G.o.d, it was more like a steel mace in the hands of an immortal!
Those men of the JiangHu who charged near Chao XiaoShu had been shocked stiff by this thunderous strike where they stood, but Chao XiaoShu didn’t stop and amidst the rain advanced his steps. He casually grasped the sword and went, with each step he tread a small flap carrying a small part of a blue s.h.i.+rt waved a blow. When waving, the flat thin sword hummed like a cry, using the state of the utmost extreme bend to shoot out, like a steel whip whistling as it waved, wrapping raindrops and cool winds with a *~pah* *~pah* striking out; each sword strike out had a person’s figure flying up!
When the sword’s body hit the chest, people flew horizontally cras.h.i.+ng into the lane walls, spitting blood and sliding to fall; when the sword’s body hit the legs, they slipped head first, it split the skies, with bones cracking and blood spraying as they fell to the ground. The sword waving split the rain with a deep humming cry, and the people unceasingly flew horizontally out with miserable fearful howls piercing the previously deathly silent area of the Spring Wind Pavilion.
All the way going forward Chao XiaoShu waved his sword with relaxed movements at will, so much that it could use be described as hardly caring, resembling chasing away mosquitoes on a summertime night. His facial expression didn’t have the slightest change, as if he was very tranquil. Also stepping quickly, Ning Que followed closely behind his body but was again unable to maintain calm – amidst the night rain his matchlessly bright pupils flashed a look of shock.
Using a light blade to strike the bodies of enemies flying, it wasn’t that they were choosing the simpler way and more labor-saving method of stabbing their enemies – Chao XiaoShu’s actions in front for a moment made him somewhat confused. Now he just realized, only this way could Chao XiaoShu have the ability to maintain a circle of empty s.p.a.ce around his body from start to finish, avoiding being surrounded by the opposing side.
But this kind of extremely tyrannically rough and even arrogant way to fight, clearly consumed very much physical strength and concentration – if Chao XiaoShu didn’t think to use this way of awing several hundred violent men on the spot, then that exactly meant that he had confidence of directly beating to death all of the enemies!
Ning Que saw Chao XiaoShu’s back, seeing this middle-aged man rampantly advancing in the middle of this night rain, seeing men occasionally fly out with miserable howls at his sword, seeing those distantly located in muddy water groaning and not getting up, he pursed his lips thinking:
“I know you are strong, but I didn’t think that you would have such strength.”
Hiding inside the crowd were those several ChangAn City big shots. This moment for a long time their states of mind entirely cracked – they today finally saw Spring Wind Pavilion’s Old Chao draw his sword, but they would rather be willing to never see it this lifetime. Ordinarily, they all lived quite well in the Fish Dragon Gang’s shadow. Thinking that the gap between both sides wasn’t very large, if they exerted their full might they could still go and have a fight – until this very moment, inside the cold and desolate spring rain, these people only now coldly discovered that the truth was actually so cruel.
They were able to subsist, it’s just that because the Fish Dragon Gang and that one middle-aged man fundamentally disdainfully looked at them.
Legends are legendary not just in the JiangHu, the brothel was still above the bureaucracy. To be able to become a legend in people’s memories there must be a reason to become a legend, and this absolutely wasn’t because a legend hadn’t appeared for many years had somewhat changed. …… ……