Invincibility Begins with Mastery of Fist Techniques-Chapter 41: Nothing Is Taboo

The blade sliced through the air, sending a spray of blood flying!

But although Zhou Yuanjue was wounded, he had managed to evade the most dangerous and fatal part of the assault!

Amidst the flurry of sword glints, he finally got a clear look at his assailants.

There were five of them, all clad head to toe in black, with only their eyes—brimming with boundless killing intent—exposed.

Their bodies didn’t seem particularly robust. Their waists and ribs were quite slender, as if they had little muscle, but their shoulders and back muscles bulged high, giving their frames an almost disproportionate look.

Zhou Yuanjue knew with a single glance that these were physiques forged through years of swinging a sword. They were distinctly different from a Martial Artist, whose body develops in a well-rounded manner. These muscles and frames weren’t built for unarmed combat, but purely for taking lives with a blade!

Five Weapon Masters!

As their figures shifted and they spun around, a flicker of shock appeared in the five Weapon Masters’ murderous eyes. It seemed they never expected their foolproof attack to be dodged in such an unbelievable manner.

However, they didn’t care. If one strike failed, they would simply turn and attack again!

Although their opponent was a Great Master of Fist Techniques who had comprehended the state of Holy and Bright, he had not yet reached that truly mysterious and profound realm. Moreover, he was unarmed. They held the absolute advantage.

Being armed versus unarmed were two completely different extremes!

In a one-on-one fight, a second-rate Martial Artist with a weapon had a very high chance of defeating a Great Master of Fist Techniques, to say nothing of their current five-on-one situation!

TWANG!!

With a flick of their blades, the five moved with near-perfect synchronicity. Their Sharp Swords shimmered with a cold, dazzling light under the living room lamps.

However, Zhou Yuanjue was not without a "weapon" of his own.

In his hand, he held a bath towel.

WHUMP!

He snapped the towel forcefully, and the seventy-centimeter-wide, one-point-four-meter-long bath towel unfurled in the air.

Of course, this towel alone couldn’t possibly block a sharp blade’s thrust. What Zhou Yuanjue wanted was a different effect.

The towel flew out. Though it was slightly damaged from the first assault, it was still mostly intact, instantly obscuring the vision of three of the oncoming assassins.

RIP!

The next moment, their sharp blades tore the towel to shreds. Nevertheless, the towel had served its purpose.

Confronted by the sudden obstruction, the three assassins’ movements faltered for a brief, chaotic moment.

The instant he threw the towel, Zhou Yuanjue was already in motion.

He used that fleeting moment to completely abandon his defense against the three men behind him, who were obscured by the towel, and charged toward the other two at extreme speed.

His fist form unfolded, his Spirit and will expanding to their absolute limit.

One of the two men directly facing Zhou Yuanjue felt his mind violently tremble.

What rushed toward him didn’t seem to be a man, but a colossal bird, its wings like clouds blanketing the heavens, diving down from the vast, boundless sky.

Heart Sealing Heart!

The sword in the man’s hand froze. Even a Great Master of Fist Techniques like Qin Baisheng had found it difficult to resist this. How could this man, who relied merely on the advantage of his weapon and whose Martial Dao and will were far inferior to Qin Baisheng’s, hope to fare any better?

However, he was not Zhou Yuanjue’s true target.

His target was the last remaining man.

One on one!

The gap in weaponry was no longer insurmountable!

A thrust!

The sharp blade slashed past Zhou Yuanjue’s face. He could even hear the hum of the blade as it vibrated at a high frequency from the force of the thrust.

SCREECH!

A Cunning Hand strike, accompanied by a violent sonic boom, drove straight forward and struck the man’s throat.

CRACK!

The crisp sound of shattering bone rang out as the man’s neck caved in under the powerful attack.

Without waiting for the man’s body to collapse limply, Zhou Yuanjue’s other hand quickly closed around the hilt of the sword in his grasp.

Obscure, intimidate, kill, and seize the sword!

The series of movements was as smooth as flowing water, fast to the extreme. It seemed complex, but it was all completed in the blink of an eye. In fact, by the time Zhou Yuanjue’s hand closed on the hilt, the other man had yet to fully recover from the shock of the Heart Sealing Heart technique.

At that exact moment, the swords of the three men behind him arrived.

Zhou Yuanjue reverse-gripped the sword hilt with his left hand, spun his body abruptly, and slashed the sharp blade across the neck of the assassin who had just recovered from his stupor. A torrent of crimson blood sprayed out.

He then slipped through the gap between the two men, evading the thrusts from behind and breaking out of the five-man encirclement. Without pausing, he lunged through a window, leaving the living room and disappearing into the shadows of the villa’s courtyard.

Blades have no eyes, and even though he was now armed, a direct confrontation with three enemies also wielding sharp blades was not a wise move. On the contrary, as long as he escaped the living room, the three of them would be sitting ducks inside this villa—fish in a barrel.

The three remaining black-clad men stood frozen in the living room, their gazes shaken as they stared at the bodies of their two companions, who had been killed in just two exchanges despite their absolute advantage.

Thinking of their own grim predicament and the calm, invincible strength the man had displayed in the face of a sudden assassination attempt, their breathing couldn’t help but grow heavy.

’Is this... the terrifying power of a top-tier Martial Artist?’

FWOOSH!!

Suddenly, all the lights in the villa went out, plunging the surroundings into instant darkness. The faint glimmers of light from outside wavered slightly, and they felt as if something terrifying was lurking in the interplay of light and shadow, coveting their lives.

Death followed like a shadow.

...

...

「Half an hour later.」

TAP! TAP! TAP!

Li Qingxuan led her people briskly toward Zhou Yuanjue’s villa, her expression grim.

The moment she stepped through the villa’s main gate, she was hit by the thick stench of blood.

Then, she saw that one of the courtyard walls was stained crimson, a large amount of blood spattered across its surface. On the ground at the base of the wall lay a headless corpse, its head rolled off to one side, covering the ground in blood.

At the main entrance, another body lay on the ground, its heart pierced through, its blood staining the floor red.

Inside the villa’s living room, an even more shocking scene awaited. Three bodies lay in different spots. One had a deep depression in its neck, its larynx completely shattered. Another’s neck had been slit wide open.

The most gruesome was the last one. His stomach had been sliced open with a deep gash, and its white, green, and purple contents had spilled all over the floor, emitting a thick, nauseating stench.

The brutal scene was a shocking sight, even for Li Qingxuan.

"Clean up the scene. Make it spotless."

Li Qingxuan said in a low voice to the people she had brought with her. She then stepped over the bodies and headed for Zhou Yuanjue’s bedroom on the second floor.

The bedroom light was on. Zhou Yuanjue was sitting on a chair, surrounded by various bottles and jars, applying medicinal liquor and wrapping bandages on his body.

"How are you?! The Tianji Sword Sect has some nerve!"

Li Qingxuan strode forward. Seeing Zhou Yuanjue’s condition, a surge of anger rose from the bottom of her heart.

Zhou Yuanjue didn’t reply. He finished wrapping the last sword wound on his outer thigh and stood up.

"You said that as long as I don’t go too far, I can ignore certain rules within reasonable limits, right?"

Zhou Yuanjue said, his expression calm.

"What are you planning to do? You’re still injured!"

Li Qingxuan said with a frown.

"They’re just superficial wounds, nothing serious. The path I walk is one fraught with killing intent. This sort of thing definitely won’t be a one-time occurrence. I need to make anyone who thinks of trying this in the future weigh the consequences. If they can’t kill me, they need to understand the price they’ll have to pay. Otherwise, the trouble will be endless."

Zhou Yuanjue walked to a corner of the room, lifted a wall painting, and opened his safe.

Li Qingxuan then watched as he took out a pair of sharp, gleaming short swords from the safe.

The two short swords spun in Zhou Yuanjue’s palms, creating a dazzling display of flourishes.

"Is that...?"

Li Qingxuan’s eyes showed a hint of surprise. This was the first time she had ever seen Zhou Yuanjue use a weapon. In her mind, Zhou Yuanjue had always been a Martial Artist who fought his enemies with his bare hands.

As if sensing her confusion, Zhou Yuanjue said calmly, "In a duel, of course, one fights bare-handed, with honor and integrity. But when it comes to killing enemies..."

"Then there are no holds barred."