Unstoppable Martial Arts: Starting from Fist Technique Deduction
Chapter 167 - 28 Crisis

Chapter 167: Chapter 28 Crisis

The winter wind was biting cold, adding an atmosphere of killing intent to the pavilion.

Swish.

Steam rose up accompanied by steaming hot tea, poured into the cup. Lin Yuan’s expression remained calm as if he hadn’t noticed someone approaching from behind.

Xue Ai stepped in steadily, his face as cold as a millennium-old ice, entering the pavilion with a long blade in hand.

"Who are you? Why have you intruded into the Lin family manor?" Shen Wanpo, immediately standing up, asked with a grave expression.

"Pill Master Lin!" Shen Wanpo stepped forward and reached Lin Yuan’s side, his gaze fixed on Xue Ai, "This person’s origins are unknown; I can’t see through his background. You should leave here first."

Xue Ai slightly raised his gaze and calmly said, "You cannot block my blade. Move aside, and I may let you leave."

Shen Wanpo chuckled coldly, his voice icy, "If your blade is half as sharp as your tongue, I would admit defeat."

His words were few, but his tone was as grand as a toad trying to swallow the sky.

Xue Ai lifted his eyelids, his robes billowing without wind, "Since you seek your own death, let me send you on your way."

Clang!

A buzzing sound, Xue Ai already had his long blade in hand.

The blade was bright, exuding a menacing aura.

"It’s just mid-level Condensation Realm, I’ve never feared anyone." Shen Wanpo’s tone was exceptionally resolute, ready to fight to the end against Xue Ai.

"Pill Master Lin, you should leave first."

As he spoke, Shen Wanpo’s Qi-Blood suddenly surged within him. Like awakening a great dragon within, his body seemed to elevate by two levels.

Swoosh!

Xue Ai had already made his move, the blade as swift as lightning, carrying a cold glow, rushing straight toward Shen Wanpo’s face. The blade wind howled as if it could tear everything apart.

Yet, as they attacked each other, Shen Wanpo and Xue Ai seemed to share a mutual understanding, a tacit agreement visible in their eyes.

"Die!"

Xue Ai’s gaze revealed murderous intent. The blade light originally slashing toward Shen Wanpo suddenly fell.

Like the Milky Way pouring down from the nine heavens, it aimed to cleave Lin Yuan’s head in half.

"Pill Master Lin, presenting your head as a gift to the Pei family is a planned part." Shen Wanpo’s eyes flashed coldly, thoughts swirling: "Everyone has their allegiance; don’t blame me for acting this way."

After the thought flashed, Shen Wanpo suddenly retreated explosively.

He was already skilled in movement techniques, and as the afterimages disappeared, he appeared like a ghost blocking Lin Yuan’s retreat path, closing off all possible escape routes.

Rip!

Shen Wanpo’s robe sleeves shredded inch by inch. The explosive energy infused into his fists, instantly punching into the void ahead.

If Lin Yuan wanted to sidestep the long blade, he would be heavily struck by Shen Wanpo’s fists. Even a peak mid-level Condensation Realm person would have no easy escape after taking his punches.

Xue Ai and Shen Wanpo’s cooperation was seamless, as if they had practiced countless times before.

Blade light and fist wind, in the blink of an eye, formed an ultimate kill trap.

"Even if Lin Yuan is exceptionally talented, facing a deadly trap formed by two peak mid-level Condensation Realm Martial Artists, survival is unlikely." Shen Wanpo looked fiercely, his fists unwavering.

However, as the blades and fists confining him approached, Lin Yuan continued to sit there as if unaware of the impending danger.

The long blade emitted a cold glint, charging straight for Lin Yuan’s head.

"With just a single slash, I can behead!" Xue Ai seemed to already see the scene of Lin Yuan’s head rolling.

At this critical moment of life and death, an almost imperceptible glimmer flashed in Lin Yuan’s eyes.

Feeling the intense threat at the back of his head, he remained unfazed, instead embodying an unparalleled calm and composure.

His body slightly sidestepped; in his gaze, seemingly slow but in reality as fast as lightning. What appeared to be a simple move was yet perfectly executed to dodge Xue Ai’s lethal strike.

The long blade suddenly slipped down, the energy carried by the blade seemed only a hair’s breadth away from Lin Yuan’s arm, yet this tiny distance was like a chasm, making the blade, though sharp, unable to cause the slightest harm to Lin Yuan.

In an instant, the air seemed to freeze.

Xue Ai’s pupils suddenly contracted, "My blade, missed?"

He had practiced the blade for decades, countless killings, and even faced post-mid-level Condensation Realm had the strength to fight. Yet a must-kill strike, even a sneak attack, somehow missed!

"This boy, is strange!" Shen Wanpo’s gaze was momentarily stunned, seemingly not understanding how Lin Yuan managed to dodge the deadly strike in such an unbelievable manner.

And his intention to intercept Lin Yuan’s escape with his fists naturally failed.

As Xue Ai’s long blade missed, he already drew the blade upward, cutting diagonally. Such continuous moves in his decades-long training were as familiar as moving an arm.

Xue Ai shouted: "Skill, Whirlwind Lifting the Moon."

He then spun like a twisted tether, his body rotated instantly, and the long blade in his hand swung, the blade tip tracing arcs in the air, shimmering with icy glints.

These glints gathered together like a bright moon lifted by the blade tip, hanging in the sky.

Shen Wanpo was not far behind, borrowing the momentum from his forward charge, fiercely stomping his left leg, his body like a taut bowstring.

Now Lin Yuan seemed to surpass their expectations, both of them of upper mid-level peak cultivation, quickly realized holding back was no longer an option.

"Quickly kill Lin Yuan, or unforeseen changes may arise. Since Xue Ai is the main attacker, I’ll entangle Lin Yuan, preventing any chance of escape." Shen Wanpo’s thoughts raced, having decided in an instant.

"Shadowless Leg, Green Wave Flipping!" Shen Wanpo muttered inwardly.

This move focused on continuity and rhythm, like mimicking the ocean waves, one wave after another, without the slightest pause between actions, forming a continuous attacking stance, aiming to give Lin Yuan no chance to handle Xue Ai’s long blade.