bdsm-fiction Chapter 127 Solved in One Move
Chapter 127 Solved in One Move
Chapter 127 One Move to Solve
The command flag shimmered dazzlingly in the sunlight, its five colors swirling, seemingly carrying an invisible pressure that made the air in the hall feel heavier.
Many members of smaller sects instinctively retreated, shrinking into corners, fearing they would be swept up in the impending tidal wave.
Liu Zhengfeng gave a bitter smile, bowed deeply to Chen Yuan, and his sleeves trembled slightly from the gesture.
"I, Liu, appreciate Chief Escort Chen's noble intentions."
"But this matter was indeed caused by Liu's personal relationship, and has nothing to do with others."
"Please, Chief Escort..."
"etc."
Chen Yuan interrupted him, his tone calm, "What should I do?"
He paused.
"none of your business?"
Liu Zhengfeng was stunned, opened his mouth, but was speechless for a moment.
How...how can this not be his business?
Chen Yuan stopped looking at him and slowly turned to Fei Bin.
"Now I think Zuo Lengchan is really arrogant, always threatening to kill an entire family."
"What's even funnier is that the Five Mountains Sword Sects also obey his orders."
"Anyone who doesn't know better would think that the sword sects of the other mountains are all owned by the Songshan Sect."
Tianmen Daoist frowned, Yue Buqun stopped holding his folding fan, and Master Dingyi's face also darkened.
Haven't they thought about this today?
But no one dared to expose it so openly.
"you!"
Fei Bin flew into a rage, veins throbbing on his forehead.
"How dare this mere child presume to discuss the Five Mountains Sword Sects? The Left Alliance Leader's command flag is the highest law!"
"Oh?"
Chen Yuan said with a grin.
"It turns out that the Five Mountains Sword Sect has already been able to override the rules of the entire martial arts world."
He suddenly lowered his voice, but used his internal energy to deliver it precisely, so that everyone in the hall could hear it clearly.
"No wonder...some people say that the Left Alliance Leader wants to be the emperor of the martial arts world."
"presumptuous!"
Ding Mian and Lu Bai shouted at the same time!
Before the words had even finished, three figures shot out like lightning!
Ding Mian's palms instantly turned iron gray, and a metallic luster seemed to flow beneath his skin. This was a sign of unleashing his signature move, "Pagoda-Bearing Hand," at full power. Even before the palm wind arrived, the heavy, mountain-like pressure was already overwhelming.
Lu Bai drew his longsword, its light as bright as a bolt of snow, tearing through the air with a sharp whistling sound as it aimed straight for Chen Yuan's throat, so fast that only a blur remained.
Although Fei Bin was half a step slower, he flicked the command flag in his hand, and a sharp, bluish blade popped out from the end of the steel flagpole with a "click," like a venomous snake spitting its tongue, silently but ruthlessly stabbing towards Chen Yuan's vital point in the back of his heart!
The three attacked together, targeting the upper, middle, and lower routes. Their years of coordinated teamwork virtually blocked all evasive angles.
Palm winds, sword light, and poisoned blades intertwined to form a web of death.
Exclamations erupted in the hall, and some of the more timid people closed their eyes.
Everyone could see that these three top masters from the Songshan Sect were truly determined to kill their enemy in one move and establish their authority!
In a flash, Chen Yuan made his move.
He simply took a step forward.
Just one step.
But the timing of this step was absolutely perfect.
It was precisely at that moment that Ding Mian's palm strike was about to be unleashed, Lu Bai's sword technique was not yet fully developed, and Fei Bin's flagpole blade had just been thrust out.
The perfect encirclement formed by the three attackers was suddenly breached by this seemingly casual step, creating a tiny yet deadly gap.
Chen Xuan's figure emerged from the gap like a wisp of smoke.
Then, raise your hand.
one two three.
Three palm strikes were delivered.
There was no earth-shattering momentum, no fancy and complicated changes, but it was so fast that its trajectory was impossible to see.
Three muffled thuds were heard almost simultaneously.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
Immediately afterwards, three figures flew out like torn sacks, tracing three awkward arcs in the air before crashing heavily onto the blue brick ground, raising a cloud of dust.
The entire room fell silent.
You could hear a pin drop.
Everyone stared wide-eyed at the three people who had landed.
Lu Bai and Fei Bin fell silent and lay there motionless, their fate unknown.
Ding Mian barely managed to prop himself up with trembling hands, then coughed up several mouthfuls of blood, staining his chest red.
He raised his head and looked at Chen Yuan, who was still standing in the same place. His eyes were first filled with disbelief, and then he was overwhelmed by a deep-seated fear.
Who... is this person?
Why?
Why is their strength so terrifying?!
The expressions of everyone else on the field were similar.
Those martial arts practitioners who had previously looked down on the "bodyguard" identity now had their eyes bulging out and their mouths agape.
Is this guy a bodyguard?
If any security escort agency had such a bodyguard, they would have already unified the transportation industry in the martial arts world, and incidentally even contracted out the mountain gates of all the major sects!
Yue Buqun's expression shifted constantly, his hand unconsciously tightening his grip on the folding fan, his knuckles turning slightly white.
His mind raced with thoughts.
Could it be... could it be that the Evil-Repelling Sword Manual is not just a sword technique, but also records some kind of heaven-defying internal martial arts?!
Otherwise, how can we explain how this young bodyguard could possess such astonishing cultivation?
When Master Dingyi saw this scene, she gasped and turned around abruptly, glaring fiercely at Yilin, who was hiding behind her senior sister.
Look what you've done! You've attracted such a menacing figure!
Yilin, who was peeking out secretly, did not notice her master's murderous gaze.
She stared wide-eyed at the figure standing with his hands behind his back in the arena, her small mouth slightly open, and murmured.
"He...he's so amazing..."
"Wow, that's amazing!"
Master Dingyi was furious when she heard this and lowered her voice.
"You've caused a huge mess!"
Upon hearing this, Yilin shrank her neck and blinked.
It seems...that's really the case!
In the dead silence, Chen Yuan slowly raised his hands behind his back, his self-shine sweeping across the entire area.
"Is there anyone still trying to harm Liu Zhengfeng's family?"
No one answered in the hall, and everyone avoided eye contact with him whenever his gaze swept over them.
While prominent figures in the martial arts world, such as Yue Buqun, Tianmen Daoren, and Dingyi Shitai, did not avoid the issue, they also did not speak up for the Songshan Sect.
Although the Five Mountains Sword Sects are said to be of one mind and one branch, Chen Yuan's previous words have ultimately planted a seed of resentment in their hearts.
Upon seeing this, Chen Yuan smiled slightly.
"Since there isn't one, then..."
His gaze turned to Liu Zhengfeng.
"Then please, Master Liu..."
Chen Yuan deliberately changed his form of address.
"Continue to retire from the criminal world."
When Liu Zhengfeng heard himself being called, he seemed somewhat dazed.
After calming himself down, he looked at the mess in the hall and the guests with their various expressions, then at Chen Yuan, who had a calm expression, and his eyes suddenly reddened.
Without another word, he bowed deeply to the ground, turned around, and strode toward the gleaming bronze basin.
"Wait!"
A hoarse voice sounded from behind.
Ding Mian braced himself against the ground, struggling to prop up half of his body, and stared intently at Chen Yuan.
The fear of being so easily defeated had not yet dissipated, and lingering panic remained in his eyes.
But he was Ding Mian, one of the Thirteen Protectors of Songshan, and Zuo Lengchan's right-hand man.
He could die, he could be defeated, but he could not lie paralyzed on the ground in front of all the heroes of the world, unable to utter a single word.
Ding Mian swallowed the mouthful of blood that rose to his throat.
"Mount Song... and you, sir... are sworn enemies."
Without waiting for Chen Yuan's response, he turned his head with difficulty and looked at Liu Zhengfeng.
"Liu Zhengfeng...are you... sure...?"
He didn't finish speaking.
"Bang!"
A loud explosion.
Chen Yuan twirled the Golden Desert Eagle around with his gun and let out a cold snort.
"How dare you threaten me?"
"A path to certain death has already been chosen!"
A bright red mark suddenly appeared on Ding Mian's forehead, and then the red mark quickly spread silently.
His body went limp and he lay on the ground, his eyes open until his death, gazing in the direction of Liu Zhengfeng.