Chapter 00194: The Performer and the Audience (Middle)
# The Performer and the Audience (Middle)
Chapter 194
Novel: AFK Game: Portal to Another World
Chapter 194: The Performer and the Audience (Middle)
Ignoring the issues of her weapon's size and feel, Yang Yiyi went up and exchanged a few clanging blows with the female ghost.
This greatly reassured the surrounding Jianghu swordsmen, who had been in a state of panic.
If it were a real ghost, why would it bother exchanging blows? This was just someone pretending to be supernatural, essentially no different from those few cowards who were beaten to tears earlier.
"Let me, River-Overturning Dragon Xu Wenyi, have a go... Ah!"
"Get out of the way, watch my Plum Blossom Sword Zhao Kuo's... Ah!"
"You still have to watch me, Fist that Suppresses the Southern Mountains Bai Shiqing... Ah!"
Although it was a person pretending to be supernatural, one thing was clear: they were doing so with extremely high skill.
Several fellows with resounding titles were knocked to the ground in a single exchange.
"She's a master! Everyone, don't attack one by one!"
"She provoked us first, we can't be bothered with the Jianghu rules!"
"Let's go together!"
In other words, a righteous group beating.
No matter how high one's martial arts, a person still has only two arms and two legs, nothing more than others.
The principle that two fists are no match for four hands still applied.
This band of Jianghu swordsmen formed groups of three, attacking with three different weapons simultaneously.
For a time, the 'female ghost's' phantom-like figure flickered in and out of view among the crowd, but her movement was clearly restricted.
Just then, the innkeeper and the waiter, who had been hiding under the counter, finally managed to relight the oil lamps.
The dancing flames replaced the cold moonlight.
Without the cover of darkness, the female ghost's movements became much clearer.
However, they still couldn't see her face, because she wore a large bamboo hat with a veil that completely obscured her features.
Of course, the crowd didn't much care what she looked like.
Wielding spears and clubs, sabers and swords, the group attacked with a variety of weapons, clattering as they chased the female ghost.
Whether their attacks landed was another matter, but at least they weren't being instantly defeated in a single clash like before.
As the female ghost's area of movement grew smaller and smaller, they knew that once she had no more room to dodge and weave, facing so many weapons with her bare hands would be suicide.
The crowd of Jianghu swordsmen believed they had finally forced her into a corner, that victory was at hand.
Who would have known that the female ghost would flip her hands, swing her arms around her body, and with a whoosh, summon a fierce gale.
Her formidable internal energy once again extinguished the lamps they had just lit.
The surrounding crowd was blown back by the gust of air, scattering as if someone had let out a loud fart in their midst, covering their faces as they fled.
This person's internal energy cultivation was extremely profound, far more formidable than her fist and leg techniques.
The so-called great heroes at the scene all had resounding names, but they specialized in external martial arts.
Faced with such a high level of true qi and internal energy, they were naturally no match.
"I have never seen such cultivation power. Who exactly are you? And why do you wish to harm us?"
After retreating several steps, someone couldn't help but ask.
But the opponent remained silent.
With a flick of her hands, several of the surrounding, bewildered swordsmen collapsed.
"Watch out for hidden weapons!"
Although they still couldn't see clearly what was used, now that they were mentally prepared, they no longer assumed it was some demonic or ghostly technique.
"Take this!"
At that moment, Yang Yiyi leaped over the encirclement and threw a punch directly at the 'female ghost' in the center.
At such close range, there was no time for hidden weapons.
The female ghost strangely shifted half a step to the side, lifting one foot so high that the top of it was almost level with her face, using it to block Yang Yiyi's crashing fist.
Yang Yiyi's brute force clashed with the opponent's internal energy.
With a dull cracking sound, a piece of the stone slab underfoot shattered from the impact.
Immediately after, she thrust both palms toward Yang Yiyi's chest.
She quickly retracted her fist to guard her chest.
The two palms slammed against her arms with the weight of a mountain.
Yang Yiyi was almost sent flying, only managing to steady herself by stomping her right foot hard on the floor.
The form of this martial art was truly bizarre.
While the Golden Rooster Stands on One Leg stance allowed her to use both hands and one foot, it should have been an unstable stance, making it difficult to generate force.
It ought to have been a disadvantage, not an advantage.
Yet, she maintained this very stance and exchanged three fists and two palms with Yang Yiyi.
The female ghost remained perfectly still, while Yang Yiyi was almost sent flying back.
When the crowd saw that Yang Yiyi could withstand a few blows, they immediately decided to seize the opportunity and swarm her.
Faced with this, the female ghost had no choice but to blast out with palm energy, temporarily forcing Yang Yiyi back, before launching herself out of the encirclement.
"Where are you going!"
The moment she jumped out, she saw Zheng Yinping leaping into the air, long spear in hand.
With a shake of the spear, the shaft flexed and bounced, making the trajectory of its tip even harder to predict.
Nevertheless, it was aimed straight for the female ghost's throat.
Trapped in mid-air with no way to change direction, and with Zheng Yinping's sudden attack, this should have been a guaranteed hit.
But Zheng Yinping's vision blurred for an instant, and the female ghost somehow shifted her position.
The spear thrust right past the ghost's neck, merely slicing off a piece of the veil hanging from her hat.
At the same time, the female ghost slapped the spear shaft with her right palm.
Zheng Yinping felt a sharp pain in the web of her thumb, and the long spear flew from her grasp, embedding itself in the inn's wooden door with a thud.
Now Zheng Yinping was unarmed, and the female ghost was right before her.
Ignoring the throbbing pain in her hand, Zheng Yinping quickly prepared to counter with military fist techniques.
They exchanged two quick blows, and Zheng Yinping was immediately on the back foot.
In her desperation, she resorted to the Entangling Silk Hand she had recently learned.
The Entangling Silk Hand, a technique from the spider demon, was characterized by its softness, stickiness, and resilience.
Its movements were gentle and flexible, specializing in binding an opponent while striking.
No one could discern the opponent's style, but they clearly saw the female ghost hesitate for a moment upon seeing Zheng Yinping use the Entangling Silk Hand.
She had likely never encountered this style before.
That brief hesitation was just enough for Zheng Yinping to hold her ground and avoid being sent flying in a single exchange.
"Taste my sword!"
Li Yingluo closed in from the side, the sharp edge of her sword reflecting the cold moonlight.
A mere glance at the blade felt like being pricked.
The female ghost had just shaken off Zheng Yinping, only to be immediately ensnared by Li Yingluo's dense web of sword strikes.
Li Yingluo's swordsmanship came from the Green Cloud Temple, a truly great and orthodox sect.
The flashes of her sword were like clouds and mist; they didn't seem sharp at first glance, but they could imperceptibly lock onto all the major acupoints on an opponent's body.
Even if she couldn't win, she could at least hold her off for a while.
At that moment, the surrounding Jianghu swordsmen swarmed forward once again, aiming their various weapons at the female ghost's back, with a very enthusiastic Yang Yiyi leading the charge.
Whether it was due to fear of the motley collection of weapons or Yang Yiyi's formidable brute strength, the female ghost once again erupted with qi.
A surging wave of energy blasted everyone back, making it impossible to approach.
Seizing the chance, she flew off, crashing through the inn's main gate with a loud bang.
The crowd of Jianghu swordsmen certainly wasn't going to let her escape so easily, and they all raised their weapons to give chase.
But then, those with sharp eyes saw a cold light flash, and another group of the pursuing swordsmen collapsed.
Yang Yiyi, running at the forefront, was quick-witted.
She grabbed the clothes draped over her shoulders and, with a flick of her wrist, spun them around.
With two crisp clinks, several silver needles were deflected by the garment and fell to the ground.
But when Yang Yiyi lowered the garment and looked again, the female ghost was long gone, leaving only the sound of the other Jianghu swordsmen crying out in pain...
(End of this chapter)