Full-Level Fierce Person
Chapter 268: Iron Sleeve 170

Chapter 268: Iron Sleeve 170

Placed on Blue Star, this man was simply the epitome of a "pretty boy".

Whoosh!

The young man opened his paper fan and gently waved it.

He first glanced at the Wei brothers, then looked at Fang Zhixing in the pavilion, his lips curling into a smile as a trace of darkness emerged between his brows.

The next second.

Another person came out of the carriage, a middle-aged burly man in gray clothing, his expression dull, resembling an idiot.

He was about one-meter-eighty, but his body proportions were quite disproportionate.

First off, his arms were extremely long, almost dangling to his knees.

Secondly, his palms were abnormally large, about twice the size of a normal person’s.

Lastly, his eyeballs were also very large, nearly protruding out of their sockets.

Such a bizarre appearance was indeed rare.

The young man in white got off the carriage and cupped his fist, saying, "My name is Miao Qiutao from Miao Lianfang. May I ask for your honorable names, friends?"

Wei Zhifeng replied, "Are you deaf? Didn’t you hear me, scram!"

Miao Qiutao chuckled, "What if I don’t comply?"

Wei Zhifeng raised his hand, the Nine-section Whip clanking loudly as it dropped to the ground, sneering, "The sword is blind, do you want to try it?"

"A Nine-section Whip?"

Miao Qiutao pondered briefly and laughed, "There aren’t many who use such a weapon. It’s less forceful than a stick and less flexible than a whip. In Qinghe County, the most notable was the Wei Family Estate, which met a tragic end two years ago."

At these words!

The expressions of the Wei brothers changed, and they involuntarily held their breath for a moment.

Seeing this, Miao Qiutao smiled, "If I’m not mistaken, your names would be Huǒ Shān Lín, right?"

Wei Zhifeng took a deep breath and said, "Worthy of being Young Master Miao, your eyesight is extraordinary."

Miao Qiutao turned to the pavilion and furrowed his brow, "May I ask who that hero is?"

Fang Zhixing replied, "I am nobody worth mentioning."

Miao Qiutao laughed again, suddenly asking, "May I know which faction sent the five heroes here?"

Fang Zhixing responded indifferently, "I dare to say, but do you dare to listen?"

"Haha!"

Miao Qiutao laughed heartily, "This Qinghe Martial Arts Tournament really is lively. The Prefectural Governor’s daughter, Luo Qianqian, is participating, as well as the Sub-prefect’s son, Tian Taixing. There are also rumors that the Martial Alliance has sent a rising star, intending to sweep through thousands and dampen the spirits of the nobility and bureaucrats."

He waved his fan, pointed at his chest, and said confidently, "Miao Lianfang has always aligned with the Court, naturally following the Sub-prefect’s orders. So you five, if not the lackeys of nobles, must be the madmen of the Martial Alliance, right?"

Fang Zhixing remained calm, stating, "We belong to no particular faction; we’re merely working for money."

As soon as his words fell, the Wei brothers simultaneously kicked out.

Four Nine-section Whips flew out neatly aligned, shooting straight towards Miao Qiutao.

"Stop!"

The weirdly built gray-clad burly man suddenly charged forward, reaching behind his waist and drawing two Butterfly Knives.

Long arms!

Short blades!

The gray-clad burly man waved his arms, fast as lightning.

Clang clang clang clang!

Accompanied by sparks, the four Nine-section Whips were repelled into the air, curling back defensively.

The Wei brothers’ faces drastically changed, rapidly retreating while vigorously shaking the Nine-section Whips, dissipating the rebounding force.

Wei Zhihuo was the first to regain control of his whip, spinning in a circle, the whip snaking like a serpent, striking towards the gray-clad man incessantly like a "White Snake Spits".

The gray-clad man remained unafraid, sweeping his knives to fend off the Nine-section Whip.

Wei Zhihuo had no choice but to retreat, creating space.

He needed some operational space to wield his Nine-section Whip.

Miao Qiutao watched with interest, taunting, "This servant of mine is actually only at the Second Level of the Beast Realm, having only enhanced his strength and toughness. But his natural strength is extraordinarily great, and his body is different from ordinary people. Coupled with his sharp blade skill, his combat prowess is extremely formidable. You four should not underestimate him; it’s best to join forces."

Without needing his suggestion, the eldest and the third and fourth quickly regrouped, rushing to assist the second.

The four men surrounded one, fighting back and forth, evenly matched.

Miao Qiutao glanced at Fang Zhixing slyly and suggested playfully, "How about we play as well?"

Fang Zhixing stood up, smiling lightly, "Sure, let’s play then."

Miao Qiutao closed his fan, tucked it at his waist, then leisurely straightened his cuffs, flicking them to the sides.

Whoosh~

Two long sleeves shot out along his arms to either side.

The two long sleeves, light as feathers, could be lifted by a mere breeze.

Miao Qiutao played nonchalantly with the long sleeves, swirling around him, moving up and down, left and right, like an elegant dancer, graceful as a startled swan, mesmerizing to watch.

Fang Zhixing’s eyes narrowed slightly, suddenly realizing something, exclaimed, "Flowing Cloud Iron Sleeves!"

"Good eye!"

Miao Qiutao smiled flirtatiously, "This Heavenly Python Series cultivation technique is originally suitable only for women to practice, but I was born with a Yin Yang Physique, so I can also cultivate it."

Fang Zhixing understood and was rendered speechless.

The gray-clad man’s physique was bizarre, and Miao Qiutao was even more peculiar.

The master and his servant were both extraordinary by nature.

The next second, Miao Qiutao pushed forward, and his two long sleeves stretched taut, smashing forward like two iron columns.

Fang Zhixing forcefully retreated backward.

Boom!

The two long sleeves shot through the pavilion, instantly flipping the roof off.

The pavilion collapsed immediately after.

Miao Qiutao then pulled back, retracting his long sleeves.

Almost simultaneously, a figure leapt over the pavilion and ferociously chased after the long sleeves.

His feet stomped down, each pinning one of the long sleeves to the ground. It was none other than Fang Zhixing.

"So fast!"

Miao Qiutao paused in his movements, a look of surprise emerging on his face.

Suddenly he kicked out, and in a flash, a cold gleam burst forth.

Fang Zhixing’s eyes flickered, his dynamic vision perceiving everything, and he quickly retreated again.

At the same time, he drew his blade from its sheath and rapidly danced it through the air, creating a flurry of blade shadows.

Clang clang clang!

Dozens of silver needles were knocked aside, scattering all over the ground.

Fang Zhixing landed safely, and with a twist of his mouth, he said,"I didn’t expect you to have hidden weapons on you."

Miao Qiutao was even more astonished, clicking his tongue and saying,"I didn’t expect that not a single one of my Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needles could hit you."

Fang Zhixing stopped talking and pulled out a flying knife, throwing it with a flick of his wrist.

Miao Qiutao immediately twirled his sleeves and wrapped all the flying knives up.

He then spun on the spot, accelerating, and returned those flying knives at an even faster speed.

Fang Zhixing pointed his toes and leapt high into the air, somersaulting over Miao Qiutao’s head.

He swung his second-level treasure saber downward in a chop.

Miao Qiutao raised his left arm and threw it down to the ground, his long sleeve propping him up like a bamboo pole and sending him flying off at an angle.

The next moment, the blade swept past where he had just stood, leaving a deep ravine and sending dust flying.

Fang Zhixing landed gracefully, his feet stabbing into the ground as he twisted his ankles violently and then rapidly shot forward, almost without any pause.

At this moment, Miao Qiutao had yet to touch the ground when a shadow suddenly loomed over his head.

His expression drastically changed, and he looked up sharply just as Fang Zhixing appeared in mid-air.

A blade swung down in a chop!

Miao Qiutao, panic-stricken, bit his lip and swung one long sleeve up to meet it.

Fang Zhixing was in mid-air, his waist muscles tightened as if twisted into ropes, then suddenly relaxed.

Instantly, his body spun wildly, whirling smoothly along the edge of the long sleeve.

"Not good!"

Miao Qiutao’s face completely changed, his vision blurring as Fang Zhixing rapidly enlarged in his sight.

An elbow came flying, hitting solidly right in his face.

Miao Qiutao grunted loudly, spitting out several drops of blood as he plummeted to the ground.

Thud!

Miao Qiutao hit the ground, sinking into the mud and forming a "big" shape.

He managed to get up with a carp-like flip, blood streaming from his nostrils, staining his mouth red.

Suddenly, by his ear,

a whistling wind howled!

Thud!

Miao Qiutao was knocked diagonally and tumbled down the slope, rolling onward.

"Young Master!"

The stout man in gray who was fighting changed in complexion, immediately chasing after him.

"Where do you think you’re going!"

The Wei Family brothers surged in spirit and attacked furiously, holding back the stout man in gray.

"Wow~"

Miao Qiutao finally stopped, lying on the ground dizzy and vomiting a bloodied tooth.

He panted harshly, his ears ringing non-stop, his face twisted in discomfort.

Then, two feet appeared in front of him.

Miao Qiutao raised his head, slowly stood up.

At this moment, his expression was shocked beyond measure, astoundingly saying,"I didn’t expect you to be at the Four Beasts Realm!"

"You’re not bad either!"

Fang Zhixing smiled faintly,"With that androgynous body of yours, you’ve actually cultivated almost ninety-eight thousand kilograms of qi power."

As he spoke, he clenched his fist and drove a punch into Miao Qiutao’s stomach.

"Wow~"

Miao Qiutao instantly doubled over like a shrimp, vomiting his bile.