plumnovel Chapter 108, Guanqingtai
Chapter 108, Guanqingtai
Chapter 108 A Single Pole Clears the Platform (One chapter still to be filled)
The dark figure swept across a distance of several dozen feet, injuring and maiming everything in its path, startling the henchmen along the way into retreating in terror, and forcefully carving a path through the dense crowd!
"puff!"
A soft yet incredibly clear sound, like a sharp blade piercing flesh, rang out.
The smug smile on Qian Sihai's face was frozen in time.
Qian Sihai didn't even have time to react.
He looked down, staring incredulously at his chest, which had been completely pierced.
The enormous black shadow—the heavy, jet-black iron sword—had pierced through his back and emerged from his chest, its tip deeply embedded in the bluestone pavement beneath his feet, pinning him firmly to the spot!
Both sides unconsciously stopped wielding their swords.
Everyone was stunned by this earth-shattering scene and stood there dumbfounded.
They stared blankly at the figure pinned to the ground by a giant sword that had fallen from the sky, and at the heavy sword that was still humming and trembling, radiating endless ferocity.
The leader of the Sanhe Society stared at the heavy sword, then suddenly froze, trembling as he said, "Young Master Shen, the owner of Songyang Firm—could it be Shen An of Bailian Workshop?"
Hengyang is too far from Mount Song, and their social standing is too low, so much so that it's only now that people like them have connected Mount Song, Songyang, and Bailianfang, and it's even hard to say whether they've even thought about Mount Song.
Half an hour ago, at the end of the official road, the outline of Xiangtan City came into view in the distance.
Shen An lay on the horse's back, his legs alternately tapping the horse's belly, urging the three Hequ horses beneath him, who were already close to their limit, to squeeze out their last bit of strength.
He raced all the way, changing horses and riders, and resting almost without a moment's pause.
At that moment, he had no idea that the medicinal herbs would arrive that night; he only knew that he had to return to Xiangtan as quickly as possible.
However, as he approached, he sensed something was wrong.
Most of the city had fallen silent, except for the direction of the dock, where faint lights flickered and there seemed to be some commotion.
problem occurs!
Without further hesitation, Shen An pulled hard on the reins, abandoned the official road, and spurred his horse down the earthen slope, galloping wildly towards the dock!
The closer you get, the clearer the firelight and voices become.
Finally, when he rode his horse to the dock, the sight before him made him grip the reins tightly.
Beneath the flames lay a chaotic and brutal battlefield.
He saw those workers, dressed in rags and covered in wounds, yet still desperately using their bodies to hold off the enemy's clubs.
He saw an unfamiliar boy, his face covered in blood, but his eyes were as fierce as a young wolf's. He was using an iron rod to guard a fallen guard.
He saw the Fujian-style ship belonging to the Fuwei Escort Agency, and the cargo that was being tightly protected along the side of the ship.
They also saw thugs and hooligans, like hyenas, frantically attacking and assaulting the defensive line.
Shen An's eyes gradually narrowed into slits, his killing intent growing stronger.
After taking in the entire scene, Shen An suddenly pulled on the reins, causing his horse to rear up. He then reached out and pulled the heavy black iron sword wrapped in cloth from the back of the horse next to him!
With a sudden swing of his right arm, he twisted his waist, concentrating all his strength into a single point, and hurled the heavy black iron sword weighing over sixty pounds in his hand like a black meteorite at one of the leaders!
Then came the scene we just witnessed.
Seeing the entire arena fall silent because of this sword strike, Shen An nodded slightly.
This attack had the effect he had anticipated.
He slowly dismounted, and the warhorse seemed to sense its master's anger, snorting uneasily.
The entire dock was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
All eyes followed the direction from which the sword came and converged on the figure slowly walking towards them.
Shen An traversed the entire battlefield step by step, arriving at the defensive line of the Songyang crew.
During this process, no one dared to lay a hand on him.
Ignoring the fervent gazes of the crowd, he walked straight to the boat and grabbed a thick, hardwood pole used for propelling the boat.
There's no need to continue using the heavy sword to deal with these minions; it would only waste unnecessary energy.
He slowly turned around, his cold gaze sweeping over the faces distorted with fear before him.
"Kill him! He's all alone!" Finally, one of the leaders of the Bamboo Sickle Gang couldn't withstand the pressure and shouted, his voice filled with bravado but his heart was filled with fear.
Shen An ignored him and continued walking forward slowly.
There were no sophisticated moves, no fancy footwork.
What exists is only the purest, most primal, and most domineering power and speed!
Holding a long pole, he walked step by step into the densest crowd, like a wrathful Vajra emerging from hell!
"call-"
The long pole swept out horizontally, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound that tore through the air!
The seven or eight thugs in the front row didn't even have time to scream before they were struck by this overwhelming force! Their bodies were like tattered sacks hit head-on by a battering ram; their bones broke instantly, and they flew backward, spewing blood and fragments of internal organs, knocking down a large group of people behind them!
A single pole illuminates the clear platform.
Shen An didn't stop walking. With a flick of his wrist, the long pole changed from a horizontal sweep to a straight thrust!
The long, hardwood pole, over ten feet long, seemed weightless in his hands, transforming into deadly black shadows! Each thrust precisely pierced an enemy's throat or heart, drawing out a spray of blood!
He was like a tiger among sheep; with each swing of his long pole, he took several lives.
Sometimes it sweeps across, like swirling clouds, scattering hordes of enemies.
Sometimes it would slash diagonally, like cutting off a river, smashing the knife, stick and man to pieces;
Sometimes it flicks upwards, like a dragon raising its head, lifting the enemy high into the air before slamming them down!
This can hardly be called a battle.
The once fearless Songyang crew members stopped what they were doing and stared blankly at the figure that moved through the crowd as if it were nothing.
That... is it Young Master Shen?
That gentle and refined young master Shen, who always had a warm smile?
So, even someone like that can get angry.
So this is what it means for someone like this to get angry.
Zhang Xiaoshuan was dumbfounded. The iron rod in his hand fell to the ground with a "clang". The rebound hit the fallen guard at his feet, who was being protected, and he cried out in pain.
"Hey, Brother Wang Wu, you're not dead!" Zhang Xiaoshuan exclaimed in surprise.
"Go to hell!"
The battle was over the moment Shen An left the arena.
All that's left is liquidation.
When the last henchman who didn't have time to run away had his legs broken by a long pole and fell into a pool of blood screaming in agony, even the purge was over.
Everything around him had collapsed. Only Shen An stood amidst it all, holding a long pole, his clothes stained red.
He slowly turned around and looked behind him.