Simultaneous Transmigration: The Re-merging of 99 Selves

Chapter 135 The Blank-Slate Killer

Faced with the barrage of projectiles raining down from the sky, Zhao Yu merely sneered.

His internal energy suddenly circulated, causing his robes to flutter without wind, and an invisible wall of energy condensed in front of him.

Ding ding ding—

The hidden weapons struck the air barrier and then fell to the ground, forming a thin layer at Zhao Yu's feet. Not a single hidden weapon could penetrate within three feet of him.

Ding Mian and the others' expressions changed drastically.

Although I was mentally prepared and knew that Zhao Yu's martial arts skills were unfathomable, I still couldn't help but gasp when I saw him block such a dense barrage of hidden weapons with just his internal energy.

"This thief possesses profound inner strength; we cannot fight him head-on! Form a sword formation!" Ding Mian shouted sharply, his left hand already drawing the long sword from his waist.

Although his right hand was crippled, he still possessed considerable skill with his left-hand sword.

Upon hearing this, the members of the Songshan Sect immediately regrouped, drew their longswords, and their blades gleamed coldly.

Several disciples stood in a staggered formation, forming the basic sword formation of the Songshan Sect, with the tips of their swords all pointing at Zhao Yu.

Zhao Yu looked around and nodded slightly.

Zuo Lengchan's ability to lead the Five Mountains Sword Sect for so many years certainly demonstrates his personal charisma.

These disciples knew they were no match for the enemy, yet they still dared to draw their swords, showing that they genuinely wanted the Songshan Sect to prosper.

Unfortunately, courage can never bridge the gap in ability.

"kill!"

With a roar from the leader, Stendhal, the group charged toward Zhao Yu.

Shi Dengda twirled his longsword in three flourishes, employing the "open door to the mountain" technique from the Songshan sword style, with the tip of his sword pointing directly at Zhao Yu's chest with great force.

Wan Daping, standing beside him, lowered his body and moved his sword nimbly, aiming straight for Zhao Yu's lower abdomen.

Two other people attacked from the left and right, blocking Zhao Yu's escape route.

Zhao Yu stood still, watching as the four long swords were about to strike him, before slowly raising his right hand and flicking his fingers in quick succession.

Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!

Four crisp metallic clangs rang out as Zhao Yu's fingers precisely tapped the spine of each sword.

A tremendous force traveled along the sword into the arms of the four men. They felt a sharp pain in their hands and could no longer hold the sword, which flew out of their grasp.

What's even more terrifying is that the direction the longsword was deflected was right behind their teammates.

"what!"

"Be careful!"

Two screams rang out in quick succession.

The flying sword pierced through the chests of two Songshan disciples. Before Shi Dengda and Wan Daping could react, Zhao Yu had already closed in.

He joined his fingers together like a sword and gently touched the throats of the two men.

Stendhal and Wan Daping froze instantly, making a hoarse sound in their throats, and then fell straight down, dead.

In just one exchange, the Songshan Sect lost four members.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Di Xiu swung his sword at Zhao Yu's lower back, trying to force him to defend.

Without turning his head, Zhao Yu struck out with a backhand palm, the wind from which was fierce.

Di Xiu felt a powerful force coming at him, and he instinctively raised his sword to block it.

With a "crack," the longsword snapped in two.

The force of the palm strike was still strong, and it landed heavily on his left arm. Di Xiu screamed as his left arm bent at an odd angle, and the bones broke into several pieces.

However, he managed to use the force of the palm strike to retreat several steps, clutching his severed arm, his face drained of color, barely managing to save his life.

"Let's go shoulder to shoulder!"

Lu Bai roared, with two other members of the Thirteen Protectors of Songshan beside him, Zhong Zhen and Deng Bagong.

Lu Bai's palms flew, unleashing his signature Crane Hand technique, agile and unpredictable moves aimed directly at Zhao Yu's crown chakra.

The other two, one on the left and one on the right, wielded long swords and soft whips respectively, stabbing at Zhao Yu's ribs with perfect coordination.

Ding Mian retreated to a distance, constantly throwing darts with his left hand to harass and distract Zhao Yu.

Zhao Yu neither dodged nor evaded, but charged forward head-on into the three men's attack.

He moved swiftly, weaving freely through the palm shadows and sword lights of the three men. Despite their fierce attacks, they couldn't even touch the hem of his clothes.

"Bang!"

Three muffled thuds sounded almost simultaneously.

Zhao Yu attacked the three men with three separate palm strikes, the force of which was unpredictable and exquisite.

Lu Bai and the other two felt as if they had been struck by a heavy hammer in the chest, as if their internal organs had shifted. At the same time, they spat out a mouthful of blood, flew backward, and crashed heavily to the ground.

The group struggled to get up, but they couldn't muster any strength.

In the blink of an eye, only Ding Mian and the one-armed Di Xiu remained standing in the arena.

A ruthless glint flashed in Ding Mian's eyes. He continued to throw darts while slowly retreating, leading Zhao Yu towards the house in the center of the courtyard.

Zhao Yu seemed completely unsuspecting and followed him step by step.

Just as Zhao Yu walked to the front of the house.

"Let's do it!"

Ding Mian suddenly shouted and shot out all the darts in his bag.

The three Lu Bai who were lying on the ground also endured their injuries, used the last bit of their inner strength, and rushed towards Zhao Yu again.

At the same time, the door behind Zhao Yu shattered with a loud crash.

A dark figure darted out like a ghost, holding a pair of rotten silver hooks in its hand, the tips of which gleamed with a ghostly blue poisonous light.

This person was tall and thin, with a deathly pale face. He had no nose, only two dark nostrils, and his entire face was as smooth as a white board, making him appear particularly sinister and terrifying in the moonlight.

He was none other than the infamous underworld master, Whiteboard Killer.

The double hooks carried a stench of blood as they aimed straight for Zhao Yu's vital back; the moves were ruthless and each strike potentially fatal.

Immediately afterward, five or six fierce-looking men rushed out of the house, each wielding a weapon, and surrounded Zhao Yu.

Besieged on all sides.

Ding Mian, Lu Bai, and the others all wore confident smiles.

But at that moment, a faint smile appeared on Zhao Yu's lips.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Yu's right hand, which was originally blocking Lu Bai and the others, suddenly bent backward at an incredible angle.

He flipped his wrist and used the Tianshan Plum Blossom Hand technique.

The Tianshan Plum Blossom Hand is most adept at grappling and deflecting force; its moves are complex, exquisite, and unparalleled in the world.

There was a clanging sound.

The Whiteboard Demon felt a numbness in his wrist, and the double hooks in his hand flew out involuntarily.

He was terrified and tried to back away, but it was too late. Zhao Yu pointed his fingers like a sword and gently touched his shoulder.

The Whiteboard Demon groaned, clutching his shoulder and backing away.

Having eliminated the biggest threat, Zhao Yu retreated instead of advancing.

Without even turning around, relying solely on the sound of the wind to locate himself, he charged into the group of underworld experts like a tiger among sheep.

Palms flashed, fists whistled, and screams rose and fell.

In just a short while, those gangsters fell to the ground, none of them surviving.

Only two people, realizing the situation was dire, managed to retreat amidst the chaos and thus escape with their lives.

Zhao Yu stood with his hands behind his back, slowly turned around, looked at the pale-faced Whiteboard Demon, and spoke with a hint of sarcasm.

"The Songshan Sect prides itself on being a prestigious and righteous sect, but it turns out they're nothing special. They even managed to recruit someone as infamous as the Whiteboard Demon Star. Zuo Lengchan really doesn't discriminate between good and bad people."

The Whiteboard Killer is a famous underworld master in the world of Swordsman. His infamous reputation has been known in the martial arts world for two or three decades, which shows his abilities.

After all, someone with such a big reputation in the martial arts world can still live a good life if they don't have some real skills.

Although he never appears directly in the original work, his status is quite high.

During the Five Mountains Alliance, his disciple Qinghai Yixiao was able to perish together with the Taishan Sect Leader Tianmen Daoren. This glimpse into his skill demonstrates his martial arts prowess.

In the original novel, Ning Zhongze even used his name to frighten the young Yue Lingshan, which shows how infamous he was.

Zuo Lengchan actually brought out someone like Zhao Yu to deal with him, which can be considered a huge investment.

No wonder the Sun Moon Cult's strongholds in the capital, which had been operating for many years, were wiped out in one fell swoop.

With a master like the Whiteboard Demon Star taking action, and with the cooperation of Ding Mian and others, the ordinary followers were naturally no match for them.