Chapter 50: One Against A Hundred (part 1)
Hong Yuan’s figure drifted down, glancing toward Yang Erhu.
Yang Erhu had already captured that skinny Old Man Jia.
Old Man Jia was on the verge of kneeling, pleading repeatedly: “Yang Guanzhu, just treat me like a fart and let me go. I was only acting on orders. Without Young Master Hua’s instructions, how would I dare to provoke you?”
This old man had repeatedly provoked Yang Erhu before, claiming he wasn’t afraid of death, but it was only because he knew Yang Erhu was wary of Qin Fuzi and wouldn’t strike.
He had only been promoted by Hua Feiyun less than a month ago—how could he have enjoyed enough?
Even another ten or twenty years wouldn’t be enough.
Bang!
Yang Erhu didn’t even want to waste more words with Old Man Jia, striking with a palm that slammed onto the top of his head.
In this short time, most people in the courtyard had finally escaped, leaving a dozen or so corpses on the ground, with a few survivors still wailing.
Hong Yuan walked straight toward the private room where Wei Zhenzhu was.
This old fat woman had cried herself hoarse, and now only feeble grunts came from the room.
Hong Yuan didn’t need to look; with a slight sense, he knew there was only Wei Zhenzhu inside the room.
As for that Wang Ai, he had long blended into the crowd and slipped away!
Wei Zhenzhu was quite lucky; fires had broken out on both sides, but sparks hadn’t reached her room. How could that be allowed?
Hong Yuan didn’t enter the room.
Even one extra glance inside would be torment for him.
He only wanted to add a bit of incense to the Mother of Virtue and Power.
Whoosh!
Hong Yuan shook his spear and thrust out.
With a dull thud, the other half of the doors and windows shattered explosively. Splintered wood shards shot out, instantly knocking over the oil lamp inside, spilling oil onto Wei Zhenzhu. The lingering sparks ignited with a whoosh.
As the agonized screams of the roasting fat pig rang out, Hong Yuan had already leaped to Yang Erhu’s side.
At this moment, clamor erupted outside, with chaotic footsteps sounding, accompanied by the clanging of weapons, rapidly approaching.
Yang Erhu’s ears twitched, and his expression changed drastically.
“We need to go now, or it’ll be too late.”
He had once fought four battles in the outer courtyard, so he knew exactly how many people were coming.
At this Moon Embracing Garden Hero’s Arena, both inside and out gathered prominent figures from over a dozen counties in Linjiang Prefecture—noble clans, gentry, gang bosses…
The guards and thugs they brought numbered in the hundreds, plus dozens of martial artists participating in the arena matches—able fighters numbering four or five hundred at least.
Such a massive number was enough to make one’s scalp tingle just thinking about it.
And this was without Yang Erhu knowing that Commander Guo Zhen had brought more than just eight armored soldiers; nearly a hundred more were waiting outside…
Even though Yang Erhu had already witnessed Hong Yuan’s martial arts, which were unmatched in his life and even seemed to reach top-tier levels in the world.
But facing hundreds with just one man, all of them tempered in muscles and bones, trained in martial arts—skilled fighters—in such a situation, even a Microscopic Level Grandmaster would have to flee in panic.
Once surrounded, unless he killed dozens and scattered them.
Otherwise, the longer it dragged on, the greater the stamina drain—even at the Microscopic Level, he’d be hacked into mincemeat by random blades.
Hundreds of people?
Hong Yuan’s eyes flickered, but he didn’t argue, saying, “Good!”
The next moment, his left hand grabbed Yang Erhu’s shoulder, the Life-Snatching Throat-Locking Spear tapped the ground. With a crisp sound, Hong Yuan borrowed the force to leap up, landing on a stone pillar over two zhang high on one side of the arena stage.
Yang Erhu had once mentioned that lightness skill masters could vertical leap a zhang or so from a standstill.
With Hong Yuan’s current martial arts, exerting full strength forward, he could leap nearly four zhang.
And if leaping straight up, it would be about one and a half zhang high, though he relied more on his own tough physique.
At this moment, carrying Yang Erhu, he could still leap two zhang by borrowing ground force. The moment he landed on the pillar, Hong Yuan exerted force again and leaped, pouncing toward the nearby balcony.
The building’s fire was already spreading, with fire snakes rising on the balcony. Hong Yuan’s pounce was like a moth to the flame.
As Yang Erhu’s heart jolted, Hong Yuan’s spear tip tapped the balcony floor, and the two soared upward again.
Amid tinkling crisp sounds, Hong Yuan’s spear tip tapped repeatedly, like a frog bouncing and leaping, and in an instant, they were on the rooftop ridge.
Whoosh!
Fierce winds whipped around them.
Yang Erhu felt like a falling leaf, swept up by the gale, drifting uncontrollably. Wind roared in his ears, buzzing like thousands of bees buzzing their wings at once.
The surrounding scenery sped backward; pavilions and towers blurred into afterimages in Yang Erhu’s eyes. Amid his shock, the rapidly changing scene suddenly halted.
What met his eyes was the dense forest outside Moon Embracing Garden.
This…
Yang Erhu had been shocked too many times today. At this moment, looking at Hong Yuan, his gaze was somewhat numb, feeling that no matter what astonishing feat his disciple performed next, he wouldn’t be surprised.
“Teacher, find a hidden spot to recover your strength first. I still have something to do.”
Hong Yuan said.
Yang Erhu paused briefly, opened his mouth, and only uttered two words: “Be careful!”
With a turn of his thoughts, he understood what Hong Yuan intended. He wanted to advise against it, but his time with this disciple was short, and he didn’t know him well.
Now, having been saved by him and witnessed Hong Yuan’s various feats, Yang Erhu even felt a strange awe.
And with the swift movement Hong Yuan displayed—like lightning speed—even if outnumbered, he could surely escape easily.
“Don’t worry, Teacher!”
As Hong Yuan spoke, his figure flickered and vanished into the deep dense forest.
In Moon Embracing Garden.
Figures darted about, quickly converging on the burning inner courtyard.
The nobles who had fled outside, their fear gone, now flew into a rage. Thinking how so many of them had been scared off by one martial artist, causing heavy casualties—how could they not seek revenge?
They immediately banded together, ordering the noble clans in the outer arena to assist, commanding the thugs to surround the inner courtyard.
“Surround them!”
“Don’t let that murderer escape!”
“This thief is audacious and gravely sinful—he must be killed!”
The nobles hid among numerous guards, issuing commands nonstop. Then came the clanging of metal—that Commander Guo Zhen arrived amid nearly a hundred armored soldiers, murderous intent blazing.
If horses could be ridden in Moon Embracing Garden, he would surely have charged in on horseback.
Guo Zhen was also suppressing immense fury in his chest.
What was his status? A mere Jianghu ruffian had scared him into fleeing in panic—this humiliation he couldn’t wait a moment longer to wash away.
Numerous noble clan guards, elite gang thugs, Jianghu martial artists, and nearly a hundred armored soldiers advanced rapidly, sealing off the burning inner courtyard watertight.
Hong Yuan’s figure flickered, and soon he was back in Moon Embracing Garden. With a few leaps, he landed atop a tall rockery, watching the scene with a smile.
If he hadn’t returned, who knows how this farce would end?
“What are you all looking for? How about I help you find it?”
A clear voice rang out, echoing across the field. The noisy crowd looked up in stunned silence.
Silvery white light flowed; with the Life-Snatching Throat-Locking Spear in hand, Hong Yuan stood atop the rockery, robes flapping in the wind, overlooking the hundreds present.
In Linjiang Prefecture City, Hong Yuan had once assassinated gang members at night, killing hundreds in one go—but that had taken advantage of the situation.
Today, he wanted to truly test if he could take on a hundred single-handedly?!
