The Path of the Martial Arts BOSS
Chapter 181 - 170: Attack

Chapter 181: Chapter 170: Attack

The cold wind of early spring, carrying some intoxicating substance, quietly infiltrated the stronghold of the East Sea Commerce Guild.

Although the inferior version of Beisu Qingfeng was not very effective and didn’t reach the heights of the original, it was still quite suitable to deal with these ordinary guards.

After using the "Ten Thousand Leaves Flying Flower Flow" to bring the inferior Beisu Qingfeng into the mansion, Qing Yu and Luo Yan, accompanied by Ada and four others, along with ten Exorcism Sword Guards, boldly stepped into the mansion before them.

Along the way, they encountered guards lying powerless. Even after dispersing a significant number of people, there were still many left inside the mansion.

Qing Yu and his group walked brazenly past them, the powerless guards could only attempt to kill their enemies with their gaze, unable to muster the strength to even bend a finger.

"Shouldn’t we kill them?" asked Luo Yan, looking at a guard glaring at him.

"No need, they are excellent experimental subjects," Qing Yu said casually.

These Japanese had endured harsh training and could withstand various experiments. Besides, if all else failed, they could still be trained to become Exorcism Sword Guards, which would replenish the losses likely to occur this time.

"I’m finding it harder and harder to understand you, Brother Meng," Luo Yan said, his gaze fixed on Qing Yu’s face as if trying to see through his twenty-something-year-old façade to his true nature. "It’s hard to imagine you being so young!"

"Experience isn’t measured by age," Qing Yu replied with a low chuckle.

Age? Bu Lengchuan, puzzled, glanced at Qing Yu and his own similarly-aged face, then cast a strange look at Luo Yan, who was also in his twenties.

There were secrets, that much was certain. But seeing that neither of them had any intention of explaining, Bu Lengchuan silently stored his doubts in his heart.

It had to be said, the mansion was indeed quite large. It took Qing Yu and his companions a good while before they neared the central area.

"Hold on." Qing Yu suddenly raised his hand, his gaze fixed on a certain spot.

Luo Yan and Bu Lengchuan looked where his gaze was focused and saw a person lying face-up on the ground, dressed in strangely styled armor.

"Japanese light armor," Qing Yu remarked. "It seems we now clearly know what those ships from East Sea to Linchuan Prefecture have been carrying these last few days."

"Armor, huh? The Japanese are planning something big," Luo Yan commented, clicking his tongue.

Indeed, the people of the Martial Arts world would not wear armor unless gearing for battle.

"Be cautious, armor is generally useful only when in groups. It looks like Japan has increased its numbers these past few days, there will be more inside than expected," Qing Yu warned.

No matter how many ordinary reinforcements there were, they would be useless, easily felled by Beisu Qingfeng. Even if ninjas could hold their breath, Qing Yu didn’t believe they could do it indefinitely.

Taking into account the experience from last time in Baihe Town, Qing Yu had waited a while this time, waiting for Beisu Qingfeng to fully take effect and wipe out all the underlings before entering.

But there was always a leader, like last time in Baihe Town with Hattori Shoutaro and that Japanese samurai. Such masters were troublesome to deal with even in small numbers.

However, surprisingly, Qing Yu and his team encountered no attacks and safely reached the inner courtyard of the mansion without obstruction.

"It seems they’re waiting for us," Qing Yu said with a smile as he looked at the tightly closed doors and windows of the courtyard ahead.

The vast courtyard was utterly silent, without the slightest sound.

Qing Yu didn’t believe for a second that everyone inside had been wiped out by Beisu Qingfeng. This inferior version of Beisu Qingfeng could, at best, only knock out those below the Innate Third Level; it was powerless against anyone stronger.

"Fortunately, I’ve come prepared. Charge!"

He raised his index and middle fingers, directing them towards the silent courtyard.

The ten Exorcism Sword Guards behind him spread out, each taking out a fire lighter to begin something Qing Yu was exceptionally skilled at—starting a fire.

But that was not all; once the fire was blazing, they pulled out dried yellow plants resembling hay from their robes and threw them into the fire.

As soon as these hay-like plants touched the flames, they produced a vast amount of extremely pungent green smoke. Guided by Qing Yu’s "Ten Thousand Leaves Flying Flower Flow," the smoke continuously seeped into the sealed buildings through the closed doors and windows.

"If they don’t come out, I’ll force them out. I want to see whether they choose to stay inside and suffocate or burn to death, or if they come out and fight for a chance to live."

Qing Yu watched the increasingly fierce fire and smiled triumphantly, though he discreetly drew two long swords, remaining alert and cautious. Speaking bravado was fine as long as one wasn’t careless with actions—that could be deadly.

The dispersed Exorcism Sword Guards regrouped, wary of being defeated individually. Despite undergoing a crash course in the "Kuihua Treasure," their abilities were still not sufficient. After all, their foundation was weak; they were merely common soldiers transformed after being knocked out by the inferior Beisu Qingfeng. Not even the miraculous "Kuihua Treasure" could make them soar to the skies instantly.

Under the dual pressure of the poison smoke and the fierce fire, the Japanese inside could no longer stay put.

Soon, there were disturbances on the ground, spreading continuously towards Qing Yu and his men.

"Earth Escape Skill, an old trick."

Qing Yu didn’t move personally and instead waved for the Exorcism Sword Guards to take action.

At the command, the guards revealed arm-mounted crossbows, gleaming with a sinister black shine and covered in barbs. Loaded with particularly unfriendly substances, it was hoped that their friends from Japan would appreciate them.

The faint sound of the crossbow strings followed, as deadly arrows shot towards the path marked by Qing Yu, burying into the soil and creating muted thuds upon impact. Target hit.

"Eight cracked ducks!"

As a phrase common among the Japanese was heard, a short figure dressed in a black ninja outfit emerged from the ground, several crossbow arrows stuck in his body. Despite this, he rolled across the ground, swinging his ninja blade at Bu Lengchuan’s lower limbs.

The ferocity of his rolling motion, with arrows buried deep in his flesh, was enough to make one wince in sympathy. Yet, despite his wounds, the short man moved with agile skill, as though uninjured—ninjas truly were twisted creatures.

Bu Lengchuan grinned with a bloodthirsty smile, his steel blade flashing with a cold intent as he slashed downwards. This angle reminded him of the first time he practiced the "Dismantling Blade Style," back when he dissected corpses—it was indeed fitting.

Meanwhile, hearing their comrade’s shouts from outside, the individuals still inside could no longer contain themselves. They burst through the fiery doors and windows, charging out of the thick smoke towards Qing Yu and his men.

There were six of them, each above the Innate Fifth Realm, together with that earth-tunneling short man, they outnumbered Qing Yu’s team by more than twice. Fortunately, Qing Yu was still well-prepared for this; the Exorcism Sword Guards were meant for such occasions.

"Exorcism Sword Guards, Blood Sacrifice to Heaven."

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