Demon Sword Sect’s Undercover
Chapter 550 - 550 549 Swords Sweep Situ 9

550: Chapter 549 Swords Sweep Situ 9 550: Chapter 549 Swords Sweep Situ 9 The confident Fang Zhonghui and the helpless Hou Niao charged towards each other, the situation was already beyond reversal.

Hou Niao actually still wanted to try out the True Disciple’s moves with the Flying Sword, but the True Disciple forced him into a situation where he had no choice but to fight with his sword.

Since that was the case, it was time to end it.

Among the Three Sword States, his sword was the strongest!

When they were about a dozen yards apart, both their Flying Swords returned to their sides, but at such a distance, the role of the Flying Sword was far less effective than wielding a sword in hand.

Any indirect tactics were superfluous at this moment; the only way was to face it head-on!

Fang Zhonghui’s body spun like a top, raising hundreds of Sword Qi from his hand, forming a Sword Net as it enveloped forward.

This technique, the minor spin, had never failed him since he mastered it.

Regardless of who it was, they either fell to his hundreds of Sword Qi or retreated, which then gave him the chance to showcase his swordsmanship.

However, on the other side, it was as if a dazzling sun had erupted, with even more Sword Qi overwhelming from the sky, denser Sword Qi, brighter sword light, stronger Sword Momentum…

With just a touch, he knew he couldn’t withstand it and also understood why this guy didn’t sword fight with Qiang Yongxin; not because of fear, but disdain!

His only option was to retreat, but once he retreated, he could no longer shake off the opponent’s persisting and haunting sword light.

For Hou Niao, since the fight had begun, going all out was the greatest respect he could show his opponent.

He wouldn’t show mercy and let his opponent go; that would be an insult to the True Disciple and to the decades he’d dedicated to practicing his swordsmanship daily.

Fang Zhonghui was utterly despondent.

His own close combat sword skills, which he considered superb, were worthless in front of his opponent.

If his opponent had aimed to kill rather than defeat him, he would have been beheaded within ten moves of the sword fight.

The only reason he was still holding on was that the opponent was reluctant to kill a fellow sect member.

With a heavy sigh, he gave up resistance, “I have lost.”

Hou Niao gave a solemn bow, saying nothing.

He wouldn’t offer insincere comfort, as sword cultivators didn’t need it.

The whole place was silent, with no one speaking.

Such a result was hard for the martial artists of Situ Mansion to accept.

They prided themselves on their strongest point and were straightforwardly defeated, and no one could accept it for the time being.

Hou Niao circled in the air with a salute, not saying much, then descended to the ground and walked out, with Zong Qian closely following behind.

Wang Mian took a step to follow but felt something was amiss.

He was also a member of Situ Mansion and didn’t know how he would face the storm from his colleagues next.

Zhou Yuhou and several Golden Core officials approached the crowd, looking somewhat displeased, but not yet furious enough to scold angrily,

“There are always people better than oneself, the sky beyond the sky.

Losing can also be a good thing; it lets you know your limits!

Although my Situ Mansion leads in the battles, the other two Mansions are no pushovers either, with many low-profile masters in their ranks.

What, did you still think that Sikong Mansion’s people are just some timid, sneaky rodents?”

No one answered him, only Fang Zhonghui with a face full of shame, “I have let everyone down…”

Qiang Yongxin felt somewhat frightened; he had once desperately sought close combat with that Sikong Mansion companion but never succeeded.

He initially thought the opponent was simply not skilled enough and was scared, but now it seemed that the opponent simply deemed him unworthy.

This realization was highly uncomfortable, and there was nothing he could say about it because the gap between them was enormous.

“Shall we send a message to elder brother Wei?”

Zhou Yuhou glared at him and said, “I am here to tell you that no one is allowed to send private messages to invite others.

I don’t want everyone from the Situ Mansion to fall into that person’s hands!”

Seeing that some people were unconvinced, he asked Fang Zhonghui, “Zhonghui, what do you think the odds are of winning if Wei Gu were to come?”

Fang Zhonghui shook his head but did not speak; he was very clear about Wei Gu’s strength.

They were on par with each other, with only limited superiority.

Zhou Yuhou looked at the crowd and sneered, “You might think that as sword cultivators of the Situ Mansion, accustomed to fighting life-and-death battles, that this type of sword fighting event may not be suitable for us, and there are many skills that cannot be fully utilized.

But remember, those from the Sikong Mansion are experts at assassination and intrigue, playing dirty tricks like pros, and they have even more surprising tactics.

This matter ends here.

I do not wish for you to dwell on this endlessly.

You cannot represent the Situ Mansion, and that Hou Niao cannot represent the Sikong Mansion either.

Dismissed.”

Under the watchful eyes of several Yuhou in charge of the army, a large group of Si Ge Yi Guards left feeling disgruntled.

The attack by the Sikong Mansion’s sword cultivators had started mysteriously and ended awkwardly and tediously.

What was originally a simple provocation somehow implicated their own dignity—what was the point?

But although the disciples had left, the matter was not over.

The Situ Mansion had never been a place to swallow grievances without retaliation.

How could they suffer such a loss without seeking retribution?

It was said that the people of the Situ Mansion were honest and straightforward, but having managed to stand firm and unscathed in the tripartite power structure of the Quanzhen, how could they be truly simple-minded?

“Elder brother?”

A Yuhou in charge of the army looked at Zhou Yuhou.

In the current Situ Mansion, Zhou Yuhou was one of the three Yuhous with the greatest power and authority, aside from the two mansion masters, and he was in charge of internal affairs, so his opinions naturally carried weight in such matters.

The three Quanzhen Mansions stood in contention, with endless overt and covert struggles and dirty tricks.

Over the years, thanks to the machinations of Zhou Yuhou, who was privately known as the brain of the Situ Mansion for his careful and meticulous nature, starkly different from the brashness of the other Situ Mansion members.

Zhou Yuhou did not shy away, “Let’s do it this way, send a secret message to summon Wei Gu back.

Although his abilities are only slightly stronger than Fang Zhonghui’s, Wei Gu has always been roaming and cultivating through battle, and when it really comes to action, it’s different.

A sword cultivator’s sword must not lie idle, for once it does, it loses its sharpness.

On this point, the people in the mansion have been living too comfortably these past years.”

The puzzled Yuhou asked, “Elder brother, didn’t you say not to let Wei Gu return?”

Zhou Yuhou let out a cold smile, “That’s what we say publicly, of course.

If we leave things to chance, Wei Gu’s return time will be unpredictable, and it’s very likely that he will actually confront that fighter from the Sikong Mansion.

Who wins and who loses would be hard to say.

By summoning Wei Gu back ourselves, we can control the timing of his return to Shangjing.

We can take the opportunity while Hou Niao is away on a mission to directly challenge Sikong Mansion!

We must give the people of Sikong Mansion a good beating and let out some of this bad blood to regain some face.

As for the future?

That will depend on the situation; speaking of it now is useless.”

Although a Yuhou felt that such an action lacked integrity, it was indeed foolproof.

They were very aware of the composition of the Sikong Mansion’s sword cultivators; when it came to combat power, they were actually inferior to Situ Mansion’s, including their two true disciples, Sun Kaiyu and Li Shulun.

This Hou Niao was an exception; there was no second one like him.

Yet, someone thought the idea was very clever, “Our Shan Sect Quanzhen has always been against the competition between the three mansions, but among the three, this desire has long accumulated.

Since it was those from the Sikong Mansion who started it, then it would seem natural for us to continue, right?

Why not pull Sima Mansion into this as well?

I’ve long been irritated by those people.

It makes no sense for us in Situ Mansion and Sikong Mansion to put on a big show while Sima Mansion just watches from the sidelines?”