Martial Arts Escort System: I Got A Maxed Level Divine Technique From The Beginning

With a flick of the wrist, the Messenger Eagle soared into the sky.

Soon it disappeared from sight.

Su Mo looked up into the distance, nodded slightly, and was about to turn and leave.

Suddenly, he paused.

In a flash, he stood behind a tree, secretly observing, and saw three people coming closer from afar.

Amidst intersecting shadows, punches flew incessantly, battling fiercely in the rain.

Su Mo frowned slightly, for he had seen all three of them before.

The one being attacked was the white-robed swordsman from the hall earlier.

His steps were scattered and chaotic, the longsword still sheathed, but his hand strikes were exceptionally skilled.

Earlier, in the hall, he had drawn gasps of amazement; no one knew where he came from.

But Su Mo understood clearly.

This man had followed Zhang Meng and his group, and after they settled, the swordsman leaned against a pillar.

Drinking by himself.

Seeing him in action now, his martial arts were indeed extraordinary.

His hand movements were unpredictable, stirring the winds and rains around.

What truly surprised Su Mo, however, were the two people attacking him.

They were not the ones from the hall earlier.

But rather the young man who opened the door of Lihetang!

When Hua Shiyi first encountered the young man, she grabbed his throat and interrogated him.

His response was reasonable at the time.

Yet now, in the rain, two identical individuals appeared.

Even Su Mo was momentarily at a loss.

Looking closely, he found these two identical men were different from the young man who had opened the door.

The door-opening young man had a face full of smiles, while these two had one full of rage and the other full of sorrow.

The martial arts used were also two entirely different approaches.

The enraged young man unleashed his strikes as if thunderous, aggressively bold.

The sorrowful one utilized a Small Grappling Technique, sluggish and sticky, entangled fights that made one feel trapped in a deep pit, unable to escape.

"Could they be brothers?"

Su Mo guessed tentatively, unclear why these three suddenly began fighting.

Lihetang surely housed intrigue.

This was anticipated by everyone before coming here.

But if Lihetang’s trickery wasn’t aimed at them, it wouldn’t matter much.

After all, they were only looking to stay overnight and leave early tomorrow.

Whatever issues Lihetang had, were unrelated to them.

But now, this swordsman suddenly clashed with people from the manor... Su Mo had to take another look.

And just in those extra looks, the swordsman suddenly unleashed a series of killer moves, combining defense and attack, his relentless hand movement knocked the enraged young man directly to the ground.

The young man full of sorrow seeing this, grew even more sorrowful.

Suddenly he reached into his bosom, flicked his hand, and amidst the rain came a mournful sound.

Three strips of silver light suddenly shot toward the swordsman from three directions.

The swordsman staggered, first catching one Silver Needle in his palm, then shifted his feet, and another fell to the ground.

Reaching for the last one, he suddenly let out a grunt, spun in place, and stepped back.

He seemed to be hit.

Looking up again, the young man with sorrowful face had already helped the furious young man up, and without pausing, they bolted away.

Soon vanished.

The swordsman shouted angrily:

"Stop!"

He wanted to give chase, but the Silver Needle was potent; he couldn’t move at the moment.

Only when the two were out of sight did he sit down with a long sigh.

Starting to meditate and gather his energy.

Su Mo hid behind the tree, his expression strange.

He had seen this entire scene clearly.

The swordsman’s needle injury was a ruse, and those two escaping was also fake...

In reality, after leaving the swordsman’s line of sight, one of them secretly returned to observe the swordsman’s movements.

Seeing him truly meditating to heal, he finally relaxed.

Yet dared not act rashly.

All the while, seemingly pondering deeply, his killing intent faintly visible, but perhaps uncertain if the swordsman had any strength left, reluctantly he turned to leave.

And just at the moment of his departure.

The swordsman, who was originally meditating, suddenly opened his eyes, took the wine gourd from his waist, and sipped.

Slight smile:

"Clever indeed, good thing I’m not foolish either."

As he spoke, he stood up, followed the direction of those who left.

Although he walked slowly, he seemed confident.

After all three were gone.

Su Mo finally peered out from behind the tree, shook his head slightly:

"Joy... Anger, Sorrow... Could this family have four brothers? Or perhaps seven?"

Joy, anger, sorrow, fear can link together, but equally, there’s also a line: joy, anger, sorrow, fear, love, hate, desire.

Though... if septuplets, it’s somewhat terrifying.

After some random musings, he decided not to go and join the fray.

Prepared to return, but suddenly furrowed his brow again, puzzled as he looked at the tree he stood by.

"Could this be some feng shui treasure spot?

Otherwise, why does everyone come here?"

With doubts still lingering, he saw another person flying through the air.

This one was clad in black, face masked, showing no true features.

Just judging by physique alone, it was clear he was Zhang Meng from Heavenly Fate Valley.

As he landed, he saw yet another figure pursuing.

The two were several yards apart, Zhang Meng stood with hands behind his back, a rather grand posture.

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