1RomanceEB Chapter 42 Hero Saves the Beauty
Chapter 42 Hero Saves the Beauty
This jade-faced bee has clearly made a mistake.
This is Suzhou, the capital of a province, a city teeming with experts.
This arena was also the Lin Family Fortress Lord's ceremony for choosing a son-in-law, with Lin Wangbei, the Lin Family Fortress Lord, personally presiding over the event.
Most of the Jade-Faced Bees were new to Suzhou and used to running rampant. They would come and kidnap any beautiful women who were holding a martial arts contest to find a husband without even asking about their background.
"You audacious scoundrel, how dare you be so insolent before me, Lin Wangbei!"
Lin Wangbei leaped out and landed steadily in front of his daughter. He drew his sword, which gleamed coldly. With one strike, he nearly cleaved the Jade-Faced Bee in two.
Jade-faced Bee barely dodged the sword. Upon seeing the newcomer dressed in a dark blue outfit, with a wide gold belt around his waist, holding a Longquan sword, and sporting sword-like eyebrows, bright eyes, and a square face, he couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.
"Lin Wangbei, the lord of Lin Family Fortress!"
Lin Wangbei was unwilling to waste words with this villain who threatened to kidnap his daughter, so he drew his sword and slashed.
As a flower thief, Jade Bee's greatest skill in traveling the world was lightness of foot, but the difference in strength was huge. Even with his skillful maneuvering, he was still in a sorry state.
Having barely dodged the sword strike, Lin Wangbei extended his little finger from his left hand, which was hanging at his waist, and gently poked the target.
An invisible force burst forth, and before the Jade-Faced Bee could react, a sharp pain shot through its right shoulder, and blood spurted out, revealing a transparent hole.
"It's the Lin family's signature move, the One-Finger Divine Skill!"
Upon seeing this, the audience below the stage immediately cheered excitedly.
Unexpectedly, the audience below were overjoyed to have the opportunity to witness the Lin family's signature martial arts technique, eager to see more bloodshed.
With just one move, he was injured. Jade-Faced Bee was terrified and quickly circulated his internal energy, jumping into the crowd in an attempt to escape.
"You lecherous thief, where do you think you're going!"
Lin Wangbei had just been scolded by his daughter and felt extremely aggrieved. Now that a rare legal punching bag had been delivered to his door, how could he let it get away so easily? He immediately jumped off the stage and chased after it.
The Lin family lord, who has been a powerful figure in the martial arts world for many years, has once again taken action to capture a notorious villain. This is far more eye-catching than a mere martial arts contest for marriage.
The audience members who weren't qualified to go on stage quickly followed, eager to see a battle of the strongest.
In no time, only a few people remained at the arena.
Seeing this, Lin Xian'er sighed helplessly and was about to call it quits when a dark figure suddenly darted out from the crowd, waving a cloth bag in his right hand, scattering white powder all over the sky towards Lin Xian'er.
Although the young girl was skilled in martial arts, she lacked experience in the martial arts world and was completely unprepared.
Before he could even hold his breath, he inhaled the powder and his body went limp, collapsing onto the mat.
"Miss!"
The elderly master of ceremonies exclaimed in surprise.
More than a dozen guards on both sides stepped forward, but were all hit in vital areas by the villain's hidden darts and died on the spot.
"It wasn't a reckless act after all, but rather a diversionary tactic."
Sheng Wansong pondered, "The Lin family is so powerful and wealthy, I wonder if they could have assigned more experts here."
This girl was theoretically his relative, so Sheng Wansong shouted, "You villain, stop your arrogance!"
Having said that, he leaped to Lin Xian'er's side.
This ruthless and taciturn man flicked his left hand, producing four more hidden darts between his five fingers. Each dart had a bluish-black blade and was coated with a deadly poison.
"Innuendo!"
Four poisoned darts shot out as swiftly as arrows.
Sheng Wansong calmly unfolded his paper fan and gently patted it down, knocking the four poisoned darts to the ground.
The movements are light and free, as if taking a leisurely stroll.
"A master!"
The robber's eyes narrowed, and he unleashed a barrage of hidden weapons from his body, creating a man-made deadly storm.
"A torrential downpour of pear blossoms!"
If Sheng Wansong were to dodge Lin Xian'er behind him with such an attack, he would surely die.
He remained expressionless, raised his paper fan, and swung it down.
Unlike the robbers, whose every move had a name, Sheng Wansong's moves were all ordinary, unremarkable basic attacks.
It was just an infusion of internal energy.
The difference in their foundations has exceeded the limits that any martial art in this world can overcome.
With a single swing of the fan, a fierce wind arose, halting all the hidden weapons in mid-air.
With so many hidden weapons, whether they are deflected or scattered, the surrounding crowd will suffer heavy casualties.
Sheng Wansong flicked out a paper fan, causing it to spin in mid-air and create a small tornado.
The tornado attracted all the hidden weapons and spun around it until all the hidden weapons lost their kinetic energy and fell to the ground, then it stopped, and the paper fan flew back to Sheng Wansong's palm.
Sheng Wansong had a thousand ways to deal with hidden weapons, but he chose the most flamboyant one.
After throwing out all his hidden weapons, the robber tried to escape, but Sheng Wansong was not about to let him get away with it.
He threw his paper fan, the ribs striking the robber on the back, causing him to vomit blood and fall into the crisscrossing rivers of Suzhou.
"You've escaped with your life."
As Sheng Wansong watched the robbers disappear, he said this.
In reality, Nie Xiaoqian, hidden in the fan, had already secretly followed him.
The method of controlling ghosts is extremely difficult for ordinary martial artists to discover.
"good!"
The people in the audience applauded and shouted, "Young hero, what amazing skill!"
"This young hero is the right person to be the son-in-law of the Lin family."
Sheng Wansong smiled calmly and turned to look at Lin Xian'er.
The female warrior collapsed to the ground, but her consciousness did not fade; it seemed to be due to a kind of sedative, like the "Sad Breeze" drug.
Lin Xian'er's eyes sparkled with spring, her heart secretly stirred as she watched Sheng Wansong approach.
The hero rescuing the damsel in distress has always been a powerful weapon throughout history.
If one is of average appearance and lacks wealth and skills, one might be destined to be reborn as a slave in the next life.
But Sheng Wansong's modeling skills are outstanding, and he has also demonstrated a divine martial arts skill.
Lin Xian'er was already a woman waiting to be married, and now she has been half-captured by him.
Sheng Wansong stepped forward and said softly, "Excuse me."
He then helped Lin Xian'er up into a cross-legged position, placed a palm on her back, and channeled his internal energy into her.
In the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, Lin Xian'er had regained some of her mobility.
She struggled to her feet, her heroic face still bearing the traces of her lingering fragility. She bowed slightly to Sheng Wansong, saying, "Thank you for your help, young hero."
The elderly emcee approached at that moment, saying, "With such skill, young hero, you must be a renowned young swordsman!"
"I am Sheng Wansong, a native of Xiangcheng, Chuzhou, Yuzhou."
"Victory over Ten Thousand Pine Trees?"
The emcee muttered to himself, unable to recall the person for a long time.
Clearly, the name of Chu Xiang, a relatively obscure one, was not yet worthy of being spread to the distant city of Suzhou and reaching the ears of the Lin family of Suzhou.
Lin Xian'er explained, "Young Master Sheng must be new to the martial world and hasn't had time to establish his own reputation yet."
"That's true."
The emcee smiled kindly and asked, "Young hero, what is your family background? Which school of martial arts do you follow? Are you related by marriage?"
"Master Lin!"
Lin Xian'er quickly interrupted the old man, "Xian'er's medicine hasn't worn off yet, why don't you go home and rest first?"
Fairy?
When did this lady start using such a effeminate self-reference?
While inwardly grumbling, Master Lin maintained his smile, saying, "It was my oversight."
"Young hero, please come with us back to the Lin residence. I will immediately have my servants prepare fine wine and delicacies to thank you."
"When the master returns, he will surely reward the young hero handsomely."