The Legend of Zhu San
067: Guests to Your Own Home
“Why is it so cold tonight?”
A gatekeeper of the Noble Zhu Han's residence said to his three other companions.
The night has crept half of his mandatory time adorning the World Realm. The air has cooled as more diligent dew soaks the leaves.
“Cold you say? I even feel the air is very hot once tonight.”
One of his comrades who was three meters away on the left wall said with a face that looked astonished.
Not yet able to answer the words of his colleague, their attention was now distracted by a ugly-faced young man who walked casually towards them.
“Basic bums night-night still begging too! … Go There!!”
A soldier rebuked a young man whose face was covered with warts all over his face.
The young man smiled and remained in his place, silent in a thousand languages. It certainly makes the otter, the soldier who just said earlier.
“Basic homeless don't know yourself!” He said again, hitting the spear at the young man's head.
But what happened, beyond the expectations of the soldier. He did not know since when and how, his body had been lifted with a stricken neck.
The other three people were shocked when they saw how the young man was moving so quickly. They immediately stood by unsheathing the spear towards the young man.
The young man who was none other than Zhu San, immediately threw the body of the soldier he had raised by gripping his neck, towards the three comrades.
Suddenly the three of them were surprised to see a throw so strong that they could not move the spear.
The soldier who had said rudely to Zhu San earlier, now fell to the ground with his body pierced by the tip of his two comrades' spears.
The two people holding the spear, immediately dropped the spear and shouted furiously while pulling out the sword on their waist.
While one of his colleagues immediately pulled the bell rope a sign of danger that immediately echoed filled the increasingly silent night air.
“Tickles danger sign? Who is the fool who dares to make a mess in this place?”
A man in his forties said he was upset and stood up after grabbing his big axe on the table.
He immediately darted out and met two colleagues who had also prepared in front of the door of their room, with a sword and a large machete.
“Basic brash bully! Find dead nights come messing up!”
The burly man who did not wear a robe because his body was sweating with his chest decorated with red splattered lips, cursed furiously.
He clasped his big Gow tightly after saying so. Then it darted following the two colleagues who were smiling hearing his chatter.
The three arrived at the courtyard as Zhu San had made the other three gate guard soldiers fall unconscious.
Dozens of soldiers were seen starting to besiege, but none of them dared to attack after seeing what Zhu San had done to their three comrades.
“Retreat let us take care of it!”
The man carrying the sword shouted loudly, making all the soldiers who had been feeling the screams, immediately flickering backwards away from Zhu San.
“Who are you and why are you messing around in this place?!”
The man who unsheathed the sword into Zhu San's face snapped loudly. Zhu San grinned in anger, upon seeing the blunt tip of the opponent's sword, directed right at his face.
If only he had not been in a stratagem, perhaps less than a minute, this man in front of him had drifted towards the hell realm.
“Who Am I? … Ask the swaying grass, what is my name and what is my purpose in coming here.”
“The Blunt Sword .. don't have much to say with him! we chop him up as soon as possible!”
The figure of the cloaked man with his huge machete immediately shot towards Zhu San, venting his anger as Zhu San had disturbed his preoccupation.
Zhu San easily avoided that huge slash of the machete, using his Bamboo Body stance.
“Peng Hu... don't underestimate it! He's a high-level swordsman.”
The man holding the Great Axe said after seeing Zhu San's movements that made him shocked by the strange moves he had never seen before.
Peng Hu who attacked Zhu San with his huge machete, immediately jumped back as Zhu San gave a fist strike towards his stomach.
He was very surprised by Zhu San's speed of movement and also the rapid counterattack that the young man had thrown at him.
“Brother Cong Hai... Are you going to watch it?!”
Peng Hu asked as he poured fifty percent of his inner power throughout his body.
He also flowed ten percent of the energy in to the wide blade of the Big Gauge. He immediately shot by firing a machete into a vacuum.
A strip of red-colored light, it shot extremely fast towards Zhu San's body who was leisurely smiling mockingly, while dodging the attack of the machete energy.
Peng Hu grew increasingly upset, he jumped up and again slashed his Golok into Zhu San's half-lying body resting on both heels.
Zhu San immediately twisted his body and quickly had been behind Peng Hu's body.
He also patted the bah3nol Peng Hu's butt very hard. It made Peng Hu shocked as his body bounced five meters away from Zhu San's pat on his butt.
His face turned pale as he felt a chill enter his body quickly. He immediately exerted his internal energy to his hips to dampen the cold.
What happened then made Peng Hu immediately place his wide blade of machete slightly below his navel.
He was panicking and was astonished to feel his energy being pushed forward to fill the part of his mainstay body that was now swelling abruptly.
“Cong Hai, In Yun ! … I'll also watch if you just stand and don't attack him!”
Peng Hu said so to his two comrades who were on different sides with Zhu San who was in their midst.
He was actually looking for an excuse to have time to neutralize the cold in his body and also neutralize the misplaced energy.
“Brother Peng Hu should you just watch and see how we beat this ugly young man!”
The figure that Di Yun called out said after pouring fifty percent of his energy throughout his body. He shot out a second after Cong Hai darted with his blunt sword.
Zhu San was still relaxed as the blunt-tipped sword flashed its way towards his neck.
He immediately deployed a defensive technique called the Yinyang Steel Body after flowing twenty percent of his inner strength throughout his body.
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The Sword Eye struck Zhu San's neck firmly, followed by a huge axe slash on his right thigh.
But the two weapons were blown off with shocked faces, from the two attackers who immediately jumped back away from Zhu San.
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