Robbery? Mysterious Man in Black, Gale Martial Arts School [Seeking First Subscription!]

Chapter 54 Robbery? Mysterious Man in Black, Gale Martial Arts School [Seeking First Subscription!]

Dark as ink.

With his bag on his back, Su Yang used his perfect Grass-Flying Lightness Skill, his figure moving like a ghost through the dark alleys of the West City.

The eyes beneath the mask were as calm as a cold pool.

Just as I stepped onto the blue stone bridge spanning the canal, four dark figures suddenly darted out from both sides of the bridge arch.

All four were dressed in dark gray robes, their faces covered with black veils, revealing only four pairs of gleaming eyes. They carried different weapons: a goose-feather saber, a water-splitting dagger, a pair of iron rulers, and a chain spear.

Their eyes were fixed on Su Yang, or rather, on the bulging backpack on his back.

The masked leader pointed his dagger at Su Yang, his voice hoarse and deep: "Leave your things! Get out!"

The four men blocked Su Yang's escape route.

They did not rush to pursue us; they had clearly calculated the route beforehand and were waiting here in comfort.

"Robbery in the middle of the night?! You're asking for death!"

Su Yang drew his ring-pommel straight sword, unleashing the perfect Sixteen Styles of Killing Sword Technique, and charged towards the masked man with the goose-feather sword at the head of the group!

"Damn it! They won't shed a tear until they see the coffin!"

The masked man with the goose-feather saber at the head of the group saw that Su Yang refused to submit and even dared to draw his sword. A fierce glint flashed in his eyes, and he shouted, "Kill!"

The four worked together seamlessly, launching their attacks almost simultaneously!

The man wielding the goose-feather saber slashed forward with lightning speed, blocking Su Yang's path.

Using a low, sliding step, the two spikes, like venomous snakes flicking their tongues, aimed straight for Su Yang's knees. The iron ruler whistled as it smashed towards Su Yang's temples. The chain spear, meanwhile, viciously circled to the side, its tip aimed at a vital point on his waist, attempting to seize the package.

The narrow bridge surface was instantly filled with deadly danger!

The four men's attack was not only fierce, but also subtly formed a combined attack formation, echoing each other. They were clearly experienced and adept at such joint highway robbery.

Su Yang's pupils contracted slightly; these four were determined to kill him!

Just as the four weapons were about to reach him, he moved.

With a light touch of his toes on the bluestone of the bridge, the agility of the flying grass made his figure dart out like a ghost. In the blink of an eye, his figure slid through the gap between the blade and the iron ruler like a fish.

The sixteen moves of the Perfected Fierce and cunning killing sword technique are so ingrained in the bones that they require no deliberate preparation. Each strike is aimed directly at the throat, so fast that it is impossible to avoid!

The moment the ring-pommel straight sword was drawn, it transformed into a bolt of cold lightning that tore through the night, precisely locking onto the throat of the man wielding the goose-feather sword!

The man felt a sudden flash of cold light before his eyes. Just as he was about to parry with his sword, he felt a bone-chilling coldness on his neck.

"laugh!"

The blade sliced ​​through the man like it was cutting tofu, and blood gushed out. The man didn't even have time to scream before he fell straight to the ground, his eyes still filled with disbelief and terror.

At the same time.

Taking advantage of the situation, Su Yang turned to the side, twisting his body to avoid the trajectory of the falling iron ruler. Without pausing, he swung his ring-pommel sword upwards at an almost illogical and tricky angle, just slicing across the neck of the man wielding the iron ruler.

Another flash of blood, the iron ruler slipped from his hand, the man clutched his throat, staggered two steps, and collapsed to the ground with a thud.

The man wielding the chain gun was terrified at the sight, and his spear thrust forward in a panic, only to be lightly deflected by the back of Su Yang's blade.

"Ding!"

The moment the spearhead swung away, Su Yang had already closed in on him, the blade slicing past his wrist and precisely cutting into the gap in his throat.

"puff!"

The chain gun fell to the ground, and the man collapsed to the ground, twitching twice before falling silent.

The last remaining wielder of the Water-Splitting Thorn was so frightened that his body stiffened, and he flailed his daggers wildly, but he couldn't even touch the hem of Su Yang's clothes. Su Yang's figure shifted, following him like a shadow, and his ring-pommel straight sword did not immediately strike down, but instead slammed heavily against the back of the wielder's knee.

"Snap!"

After a sharp crack, the man stumbled and fell to his knees, the water-splitting dagger flying out of his hand.

Su Yang lightly tapped his toes, kicking him to the ground. He pressed the tip of his hilt-hilted sword against the man's throat and said coldly, "Who sent you? What's your method? Speak!"

During their exchange, he discovered that these four men were no ordinary thugs; their combined martial arts skills were quite formidable. Their combined attack was already close to the level of Liu Meng.

The man with the water-splitting thorns was ashen-faced, the excruciating pain and fear crushing his last shred of courage: "Spare me! I am Liu Zhengfa, a disciple of the Liefeng Martial Arts School—"

Su Yang didn't draw his blade, calmly pressing further, "When did Zhao Liefeng from the north of the city start robbing highwaymen?"

In the memories of my predecessor.

Liefeng Martial Arts School is an old martial arts school that has been open in the north of the city for more than ten years. The owner, Zhao Liefeng, is said to be generous, righteous and indifferent to profit, and has a very good reputation among ordinary people.

Su Yang's words were like a thunderclap, exploding in Liu Zhengfa's ears.

He looked up abruptly, his eyes filled with disbelief and horror.

"We—we were forced into it too!"

The immense psychological shock made his voice bitter, and he broke down even more completely: "We disciples, whenever ordered, have to put on black clothes and walk this familiar underworld—every time we return, the master's face is more grim than if we were going to a funeral!"

Explain yourself.

Su Yang's blade remained completely still.

"We all whispered among ourselves—the owner must have been caught red-handed, with something more valuable than his life!"

Liu Zhengfa seemed to have found his only outlet, speaking rapidly and urgently, as if afraid of being interrupted: "Otherwise, there's no other way! He only said it was something that had to be done," without ever explaining. I vaguely remember once when he was drunk, and we were helping him up, we heard him mumble something—that he owed a huge debt of gratitude from his early years, a debt he feared he could never repay in this lifetime—and if we asked even half a question about it, we would be punished according to the strictest rules of the sect!"

Who is the creditor?

Su Yang pressed for the core issue.

"I know nothing! The master has never uttered a single word!" Liu Zhengfa hurriedly said, "Hero, I've told you everything I know! We're just following orders; I truly don't know anything else!"

Su Yang remained silent.

All the questions that needed to be asked have been asked.

With a flash of light, the man with the dagger was killed.

He stopped looking at the corpse on the ground and quickly began to search it. A moment later, he pulled a cold iron plate from the black-clad man with the goose-feather knife.

It feels heavy in your hand, and the front is engraved with a soaring eagle with sharp lines.

"Sky Eagle Martial Arts School?"

Su Yang narrowed his eyes. As far as he knew, it was a martial arts school known for its tough methods and domineering behavior. The emblem of the Sky Eagle Martial Arts School was a soaring eagle.

It is common knowledge.

The Fierce Wind Martial Arts School and the Sky Eagle Martial Arts School have always been at odds and have frequent conflicts.

A well-regarded, long-established martial arts school that is an enemy of Sky Eagle has its elite disciples disguised as thieves, carrying a unique token of their mortal enemy.

The moonlight shone on the cold eagle emblem, and Su Yang's eyes were sharp as knives.

This matter is by no means a simple case of highway robbery.

On the four men, Su Yang also found more than three taels of silver, four rough porcelain bottles containing some pills. He recognized them as Tiger Wolf Pills, which were occasionally used by low-level martial artists in the Jianghu, but which carried considerable risks.

Just as he was preparing to dispose of the body and quickly leave this place of trouble, his powerful senses suddenly caught a very unusual gaze.

Su Yang suddenly turned his head, his gaze like cold lightning shooting towards the bridgehead.

On the tip of an old willow tree on the riverbank, in the clear moonlight, a figure in black robes stood quietly, his clothes fluttering slightly in the night breeze, yet his figure remained as steady as a rock.

It was that familiar figure from the black market!

There was no murderous intent, no hostility.

There was only a pure, detached observation, so calm it was unsettling.

The eyes behind the mask's holes were calm and sharp, sweeping over the four corpses on the bridge before finally settling on Su Yang, as if confirming something.

Su Yang's internal energy instantly surged to its peak, and he gripped the hilt of his sword tightly.

When will this person arrive?

He was completely unaware!

Their eyes met across the distance.

The man in black stood still for two breaths, then nodded to him very slightly, yet with absolute clarity.

Then, his body leaned back, disappearing silently like ink melting into the night.

"Who exactly is this man in black robes?"

Su Yang watched the man in black leave, filled with doubt.

he knows.

This was no place to linger. He immediately suppressed his turbulent thoughts, quickly threw the four corpses into the swift current under the bridge, roughly cleaned up the obvious bloodstains on the bridge, and unleashed his full power on the Perfect Grass Flight, transforming into a shadow even paler than the night, and quickly disappeared into the darkness.

Su Yang deliberately chose to travel quickly through dark alleys, making two detours along the way to make sure no one was following him.

When we returned to Ruifeng Cloth Shop, it was already late at night, around midnight.

He closed the door tightly behind him, then carefully checked the window frame and the gaps behind the door to make sure there were no signs of peeping before finally letting out a sigh of relief. Only the faint moonlight from outside the window illuminated the room, creating a tranquil atmosphere perfect for focused cultivation.

He took out the Ganoderma lucidum and ginseng, checked them, and then hid them under the bed.

Then he took out three secret manuals he had bought from the black market.

The "Iron Head Kung Fu," "Iron Broom Kung Fu," and "Flowing Cloud Steps" were laid out on the table.

Although these three books are not top-tier martial arts, as long as he can input them into the simplified panel, he can master them in no time by relying on the simplification of the simplified panel, which will fill the slight gaps in his hard skills, leg techniques and escape footwork.

It significantly improves one's strength.

Su Yang picked up the first book, "Iron Head Kung Fu," and, by the dim moonlight, calmed his mind and began to study it word by word.

The manual is not thick, but its contents are quite substantial.

In addition to methods of circulating qi and techniques for resisting blows, the book also details medicinal bath recipes and gradual methods of pounding.

Su Yang was highly focused, and his powerful perception made it easy for him to understand these rudimentary methods. He paid more attention to memorizing the key details and the routes of qi circulation, building a clear framework in his mind.

Time slipped away quietly in the stillness.

【Iron Head Kung Fu (Beginner 0/100)】

[Iron Head Kung Fu has been detected as a martial art that can be simplified. You can consume 10 simplification points to simplify it. Simplify now?]

About fifteen minutes later, his mind flashed like simplified noodles.

"simplify!"

Su Yang immediately realized this.

You have consumed ten simplification points to simplify Iron Head Kung Fu...

...Simplifying...Simplification successful...Iron Head Kung Fu =

Wearing an iron hat!

A moment later, the simplified panel in Su Yang's mind flashed.

"Iron Head Kung Fu simplified to wearing an iron hat?"

Su Yang's heart stirred, and he put down the Iron Head Kung Fu manual to continue studying the Flowing Cloud Step and Iron Broom Kung Fu.

Another quarter of an hour passed.

The Flowing Cloud Step and Iron Broom Technique were both added to the panel, and each consumed 10 simplification points to simplify them.

Flowing Cloud Steps = Stepping on Clouds.

Iron broom technique = sweeping the floor.

"Sweeping is easy, but how do you step on the clouds? The clouds are in the sky—"

His gaze fell on the title page of the "Flowing Cloud Steps" manual, where a key principle was written: "Clouds have no fixed form; even air can become clouds—"

Su Yang seemed lost in thought... anger?

He pondered for a moment, and although he hadn't fully figured it out, he had a vague direction, so he put it aside for the time being. He immediately bent down and took out the tiger skin, the camphor wood knife, and the picture of a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey from under the bed.

He placed the tiger picture on the table, with the tiger skin beside it. He took a deep breath, gripped the wooden knife, and began chopping at the tiger skin, his eyes glancing at the tiger picture from time to time.

"Tap, tap, tap—"

The soft, rhythmic sound of a wooden sword chopping tiger skin echoed evenly throughout the room.

[Tiger Soul Blade Proficiency +1!]

[Overlord Blade Proficiency +1!]

【Broken Army Tiger Soul Blade (Proficiency 1875/2000)】

【49-Style Overlord Blade. Incomplete 25/49 (Beginner 907/2000)】

The panel in his mind also flickered from time to time.

【Broken Army Tiger Soul Blade (Minor Completion 1/5000)】

After an unknown amount of time, as Su Yang's wooden sword struck the palm-sized tiger skin, a 0 suddenly flashed in the panel of his mind.

at the same time.

A warm current instantly spread from his dantian to his limbs and bones, nourishing his tired muscles and meridians, and a powerful force swept through his entire body.

Su Yang felt a lightness throughout his body. He stood up, stretched, and his bones made popping sounds.

Another stream of information appeared in my mind, which was about the techniques and insights into the use of the Breaking Tiger Soul Saber technique at the minor completion stage.

This moment.

Su Yang felt as if he had been practicing the Broken Army Tiger Soul Saber Technique for more than ten years.

"The Tiger Soul Blade of Breaking Army is nearing completion, not bad!"

A look of satisfaction appeared in Su Yang's eyes. He looked up at the window and heard the sound of the fourth watch drum outside.

"That's all for now. I'll take a nap and have some soup in the morning."

Su Yang put away the camphor wood knife and tiger skin, carefully rolled up the tiger picture, and hid it back under the bed. He then checked the number 15 one last time.

He then laid down on the bed fully clothed and went to sleep, having prepared a 25-year-old ginseng and a 25-year-old purple lingzhi mushroom.

The sky is dimly bright.

A soft knock came at the door, followed by Sun Wang's cautious voice: "Captain Su, are you awake? I made a soup with angelica, goji berries, old hen, and pork tripe today. It's cooked just right now, so I brought it over to you."

"Come in."

Su Yang finished his practice, stood up, responded, and opened the door.

Sun Wang walked in carrying a food box, placed it on the table, and opened it. A rich, fragrant steam immediately wafted out.

Su Yang immediately noticed the bowl of clear yellow soup in the food box. The soup was bright and clear, with specks of golden chicken oil floating on the surface. The aroma of angelica, the sweetness of goji berries, and the rich flavor of old hen and pork belly intertwined together, making one feel refreshed just by smelling it.

"Captain Su, we've run out of the 10-year-old and 5-7-year-old ginseng you used before, and the kitchen couldn't find any more suitable ginseng. So, as you suggested, I stewed this Angelica, Goji Berry, Old Hen and Pork Tripe Soup. It's mild and nourishing, and also suitable for consumption in the morning."

Sun Wang bowed and explained.

Su Yang nodded, signaling Sun Wang to step back. He then bolted the door, ladled out a bowl of hot soup, and slowly drank it.

The broth is rich and flavorful, and the warmth slides down the throat and into the stomach, spreading quickly and making one feel incredibly comfortable.

[Proficiency in Nourishing Life and Strengthening Qi Exercise +1]

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On the panel, the proficiency level of the Health Preservation and Vitality Cultivation Exercise is constantly increasing.

Su Yang put down his bowl and, without wasting any time, immediately began to work on the three new martial arts techniques he had acquired.

First is the Iron Head Kung Fu.

"Wearing an iron helmet—where would a cloth shop get an iron helmet?"

Su Yang pondered for a moment, then thought to himself, "Right, if I don't have an iron hat, what if I stuff a piece of iron inside the hat and shape it according to my will? Would that count as an iron hat?"

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