The Sword God of the South

Headstrong

The clash of empty hands happened. The Homeless Swordsman moved to and fro to avoid Zhang Fei's attack.

The two hands that looked already weak, had suddenly turned to be filled with power. The clash between the bones continued.

Their fight was witnessed by many people. The members of the Light Sword Organization noticed the fight of its Chairman with serious facial expressions.

Although they already knew that Zhang Fei was a picky figure, but it felt that only this time they could see it in person.

"Well guess what, this fight will last until when?" ask one member to the other.

"I think, within thirty more steps, this fight will be over" Zhu Yun said quickly.

"Why could that be?" ask the member.

"Yes, why did it end so quickly? Isn't the Homeless Swordsman a difficult opponent to deal with?" the other members asked. He was also curious about Zhu Yun's reply.

"It happened because Chairman Fei already knew the opponent's weakness point. Previously he had only fought for free. The goal is to find that weakness. And now, I think Chairman Fei has succeeded in his efforts," before Zhu Yun gave an answer, Tio Goan had already said first.

"really? Why did Mr Goan know that?"

"Let's see Chairman Fei's eyes. Just so you know, such eye gazes indicate that someone is already satisfied because he has succeeded in achieving his goal. After all, even though the first guess was wrong, I'm sure this second guess is very true,"

"What guess?"

"Now, Chairman Fei has already unleashed an ability of more than half. With that, I'm sure the old man will be overwhelmed immediately,"

The member who asked immediately fell silent. Simultaneously, they again seriously paid attention to the course of the ongoing fight.

Right now, Zhang Fei was still scouting the Vagrant Swordsman with the palm of the Death God. Both of his palms were aiming for the entire body.

The perverted figure began to be overwhelmed. Although he had held back with his moves, but it did not bring so much profit.

Zhang Fei's movements were extremely fast. Even beyond the previous speed.

Inwardly, the Vagrant Swordsman was astonished by Zhang Fei's ability to increase so suddenly.

Whereas before, he had thought that the young man had expended all his energy and ability.

Unfortunately, he had guessed wrong.

Wutt!!!

Zhang Fei suddenly lunged forward. His hands attacked in turn. Homeless Swordsman withstands wounds with the back of a hand. The clash between the bones happened again.

In that case, the Homeless Swordsman would inevitably continue to be made to retreat.

'If it were like this, I could die silly, ' his mind said.

Thinking up to that, he suddenly snapped loudly. Zhang Fei was pushed two steps away. In a very short time, Pendekar Gelam then issued another style.

"The Sliding Step of the Mountain!"

Wutt!!!

A wave of wind suddenly shot towards Zhang Fei. He punched with both hands in turn. The movement is not too fast.

But the energy contained in each blow was enormous. It was as if every punch was capable of shifting a mountain even once.

Blamm!!!

Zhang Fei was hit by a fairly crushing opponent. His breathing felt tight for a while. Moreover, the one affected by the attack was the chest.

It was fortunate before that Zhang Fei had protected his body with pure air. So that the injuries he suffered were not too severe.

"Could you be a demon boy!" shouted the Homeless Swordsman as he lunged forward.

Yush!!!

Zhang Fei smiled coldly. Unwittingly by the other party, he immediately took quick action.

His feet moved a little. Head tilted. That streak of punch passed slightly in front of him. The resulting blow wind felt hot. But Zhang Fei had already prepared himself for that.

"The Buddha's Footprints!"

Blamm!!!

In an unexpected moment, suddenly his right hand launched another attack with a palm.

The homeless man complained quite loudly. His heart was hit by a massive attack. He was thrown four steps back.

"Hiatt!!!"

Blamm!!!

The final blow was already launched while jumping. For the second time, the old man was thrown back for even seven steps.

This time, his body had even to the point of rolling ten steps back. As soon as it stopped rolling, the Vagrant Swordsman instantly spat out a fair amount of fresh blood.

He vomited several times. His face was as pale as a corpse.

"You've had a very severe internal injury. I guess, right now no one can cure you," Zhang Fei said as he walked over to her.

The homeless man tried to get up from his position. But he couldn't. The old man was only able to kneel while staring at Zhang Fei.

"Don't move," said the World's Chief in a bland tone.

Ohhh!!!

The perverted figure vomited again. Black blood clots coming out. He felt pain in his chest.

"Your moves are really great. I ... I felt I couldn't hold it in," he said with great difficulty.

"As long as you know, the Buddhist Celaksa Palm style was one of the top class moves in the past. In the past, only a few people were able to withstand it,"

"So ... is that a long-lost style?"

"You could say so," Zhang Fei replied as he nodded his head.

The Homeless Swordsman lowered his head. He no longer looked at Zhang Fei. Both of his hands suddenly clenched. He gritted his teeth hard enough.

"Yeah!" the perverted figure suddenly shouted out loudly. Along with that, he immediately launched his final blow.

With such a close distance, there was certainly no time left for Zhang Fei to dodge his attacks.

But who was the pain, just before the punch actually hit the target, suddenly the hands of the Homeless Swordsman drooped weakly.

Next he collapsed back on the ground in a face down position.

"Why .." he could not finish his words because he had no more energy.

"I warned you, don't move. But you're stubborn. Now, just feel the consequences," Zhang Fei said with a cold smile.

The old man was unable to do anything more. He only regretted in his heart. A moment later, both of his eyes bulged. The homeless man made a grievance that signified pain before he twitched loudly several times.

"Hhhh ..." Zhang Fei let out a deep breath after the perverted figure was completely killed.

After his death, the World's Chief took a quick look at the body of the Homeless Swordsman. He reached into his shirt pocket. I wish I could find a clue.

Unfortunately, Zhang Fei did not manage to find anything either.

"It seems like they are not cooperating with other Empires," he murmured.

A moment later, Zhang Fei immediately got up to his feet. He walked towards the members of the Light Sword Organization who had been watching him since.