This Lady Is Trying to Kill Me

Chapter 326: Overkill (1)

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

The sun was setting in the west, and the cool night wind swept up a few dead leaves on the old street.

A string of lanterns outside the inn emitted a faint yellow light, illuminating more than ten feet in front of the door.

Ye Jingtang was dressed in a black official uniform with his long hair tied up with a black headband and his saber hanging at his waist. He looked at the second floor of the restaurant not far away.

Xuanyuan Hongzhi was standing at the window with a black scarf covering his face. Because his arms were injured, his combat strength was not at its peak. He didn’t jump down directly and only looked down at the surrounded Ye Jingtang.

The other four people surrounding him were also concealing their faces. In addition to Yao Wenzhong, Eighth Master Fan, and Han Shaoping, there was a Ze Province swordsman who had just rushed over.

Although time was short, and the remaining two didn’t have time to rush to Baywater Town, Yao Wenzhong and another top expert, as well as the three experienced Jianghu martial artists, could kill anyone as long as they didn’t encounter a Martial Chief.

When Xuanyuan Hongzhi saw that Ye Jingtang had appeared alone and fallen into a certain death situation, a cold smile flashed across his eyes. He even mocked, “Ye Jingtang, I want to see where you can escape today!”

Ye Jingtang looked around the old street with a lukewarm expression and replied, “If I remember correctly, you two were the losers who escaped first yesterday. I didn’t even have my fill of fighting. What do you mean where can I escape?”

Yao Wenzhong had thrown his saber yesterday because his stupid teammate had given his opponent a weapon. Hearing this, he replied, “If we fight one-on-one, you will definitely lose. Sometimes, numbers don’t necessarily mean strength.”

Although Ye Jingtang could tell that Yao Wenzhong was implying that Xuanyuan Hongzhi had held him back, he still felt that Yao Wenzhong understood the situation quite well. “Why don’t I give you a chance to have a good fight with me and lose clearly?”

“Hmph!” Yao Wenzhong clearly thought that Ye Jingtang was playing tricks to avoid being surrounded, so he didn’t appreciate it. There was even a hint of mockery in his eyes.

Han Shaoping’s and Eighth Master Fan’s backs were facing each other. Seeing the two women in the distance take out their weapons from the side of their horses and get ready to fight, he said, “These two attendants don’t look like mediocre people. Let’s end this quickly.”

After all, there were some commoners in the town. If they took too long, the Jianghu people would be able to confirm their identities. Even if Eighth Master Fan and the others took the blame, it would be difficult to explain. When Yao Wenzhong heard this, he gave Eighth Master Fan a look.

Eighth Master Fan held his spear horizontally and paid attention to Ye Jingtang’s back. From the corner of his eye, he glanced at Ye Jingtang’s horse a distance away. The Jun Mountain Saber and the spear wrapped in black cloth were hanging on the side of the horse, and he didn’t bring any heavy weapons with him.

Ye Jingtang only had a single saber with him. Facing the encirclement of five people, he wouldn’t even have the chance to fight back. When they started fighting, he would definitely think of a way to get the spear immediately.

Thinking of this, Eighth Master Fan moved sideways and stood between Ye Jingtang and the horse. Then he pointed his spear forward and slowly walked forward.

Tread, tread…

At the window on the second floor, the masked swordsman slowly pulled out his three-foot-long blade and prepared to attack.

Swish!

The two of them wanted to attract Ye Jingtang’s attention and force him to focus on his back and above to create an opportunity for Yao Wenzhong to kill him in one strike.

But to everyone’s surprise, Ye Jingtang’s back was facing the inn door, and his sides were facing Yao Wenzhong and Eighth Master Fan. His entire body was like a statue. He didn’t move, and even his aura didn’t change at all. He didn’t look like he was in combat readiness at all.

Eighth Master Fan gradually moved to thirty feet away. To top experts, it was almost a face-to-face distance. Seeing that Ye Jingtang had yet to take a stance, his eyes turned cold, and his hands shook violently.

Bang!

An explosion sounded in the silent old street.

The fiery red spear tassel flew in the air, and the ten-foot-long pewter shaft trembled violently. The snow-white spear tip arrived beside Ye Jingtang from thirty feet away almost in an instant.

This perfectly executed mid-level stab was just a probing feint. There were no skills or flaws in it, and the target was the side of Ye Jingtang’s face.

In the face of this stab that Ye Jingtang had to deal with, the only reaction he could make was to draw his saber to block the spear tip or dodge.

Everyone present could deduce the path to counter the attack, so they could naturally react accordingly.

Boom!

The moment Eighth Master Fan’s spear approached, Yao Wenzhong raised his hands and grabbed the hilt of his saber with lightning speed. He bent his back and flicked his saber as he let out a roar. The black cloth wrapped around the Jun Mountain Saber on his back instantly shattered into pieces as he slashed forward with a force that could split a mountain.

A storm immediately appeared on the old street, and the saber and spear pressed down on Ye Jingtang in the middle almost at the same time. The black-clothed swordsman on the second floor also jumped out at the same time, locking down Ye Jingtang’s only way to escape.

This cooperation could be said to be perfect. As long as the opponent’s martial arts skills followed common sense, there was no possibility of resolving it. Even if Ye Jingtang were lucky enough to survive this wave of attacks, he would definitely be severely injured.

Behind the black-clothed swordsman, Xuanyuan Hongzhi had already silently gathered strength. He wanted to wait for Ye Jingtang to risk his life to break out of the encirclement and suffer heavy injuries before he made a move and finally eliminated this enormous threat.

But just as Xuanyuan Hongzhi raised his hand, his pupils suddenly constricted, and the coldness in his eyes instantly turned into shock!

The saber and spear approached Ye Jingtang in the blink of an eye, but he still didn’t react. He was as slow as an ordinary passerby with a basic martial arts foundation.

But the moment the disdain appeared in Eighth Master Fan’s eyes, a streak of white frost suddenly flashed across the old street.

Clang!

Before the five people surrounding Ye Jingtang could even see his movements clearly, Eighth Master Fan’s full-strength spear stab stopped abruptly before the side of Ye Jingtang’s face!

Eighth Master Fan didn’t even see clearly how Ye Jingtang attacked at all. The spear in his hand suddenly stopped, and he realized that something was wrong. Then he was shocked to discover that the black-robe official close to him had raised his right hand at some point and casually grabbed the spear shaft. The entire spear seemed to have been nailed into iron in an instant. No matter how hard he exerted strength, it was difficult to make the spearhead move even a bit..