Chương 178: Meeting Hui Wu Again

New Fierce Tiger Gang. Standing opposite Song Que, Zhu Yinming felt the change in his opponent's aura. The "Breeze Sword," feeling a surge of jealousy, could no longer suppress his murderous intent, and he spoke coldly:"You will regret this!"

"Come!" Song Que responded with nothing but overflowing fighting spirit.

"Die!" Breeze Approaches. Zhu Yinming sheathed his sword at his waist. Suddenly, like a gust of wind, he transformed into sword qi and thrust straight toward Song Que's throat! Song Que's eyes were intensely focused. He lifted his foot slightly, leaning his body to dodge the strike. But unexpectedly, it was merely a feint! Zhu Yinming's sword hand darted like a venomous snake, flexibly changing direction mid-stroke to sweep horizontally and thrust toward his back. His heart flared with warning bells!

Utilizing the Domain to observe every move of his opponent, Song Que hurriedly spun around, curling his hand into a claw and striking the body of the sword. The sword tip was deflected by the force, narrowly missing him—a sight that left the onlookers sweating in cold fear! Zhu Yinming didn't let up, immediately unleashing three consecutive thrusts. Song Que remained calm in the face of danger, relying on his superior agility to barely dodge them all.

After a few exchanges, facing the Breeze Sword, he grew more confident. No longer rigid as he was at the start, Song Que gradually traded blows with his opponent with ease. Although he was still pressed into unfavorable positions, he was no longer in desperate danger, instead beginning to occasionally launch counterattacks. As his confidence returned, he fought with increasing ferocity!

Relying on his monstrous agility to continuously press close to Zhu Yinming, Song Que threw the renowned Young Master of Yangnan into disarray, forcing him to repeatedly retreat.

"Haha! Excellent!" Flicking his right hand, he tapped the body of the sword, forcing Zhu Yinming's offensive to falter once again. His spirit soaring, Song Que couldn't help but let out a long shout! His footwork utilized the stance of an eagle pouncing on prey to close the distance, his left claw viciously striking toward his opponent's face! Behind him, the Fierce Tiger Gang members watched their Gang Leader show such prowess, and they couldn't help but roar with excitement, their morale piercing the clouds!

Shen Ziming was among them, but he no longer had the heart to shout. He had been completely stunned by Song Que's shocking talent, his worldview shattered! Having spent so many years immersed in the Eagle Claw Kung Fu, how could he not recognize that every move Old Song made now carried a vast aura of 'Intent'? It was honestly better than his own! I've only been practicing for a few days, so how can you be this monstrous?! Can't you let a person live happily?!

Young Hero Shen shed tears of indignation in his heart.... On the other side, bearing the brunt of Boss Song's claw attack, Young Master Zhu was in extreme peril.

"Brother Zhu, be careful!" Watching from the side, Zheng Shuang couldn't help but scream in terror. In the midst of the battle, a chill ran down Zhu Yinming's spine! That claw was fast, vicious, and accurate. If he were grazed by it, his face would be ruined forever! Fortunately, the 'Breeze Sword' wasn't just an empty name. He hurriedly leaned back, arched his body, and used his sword tip to brace against the ground, leveraging the force to tumble backward and miserably dodge the lethal blow!

His sleeve, however, was shredded by the force of the wind! Launching several sword strikes to keep Song Que at bay, Zhu Yinming retreated four or five zhang, finally calming his inner fear and focusing on defense. At this moment, Song Que didn't seize the opportunity to rush forward. He was immersed in savoring the feeling of sudden enlightenment he had just experienced.... On the other side, looking at the tear on his sleeve caused by the enemy's claw, Zhu Yinming's expression was incredibly ugly.

He held the renowned 'Breeze' sword in his hand, yet he had been pressed into such a miserable state by an unknown brat without a weapon! He could already imagine how others in the martial world would judge him afterward. Feeling the mocking gazes around him, Zhu Yinming couldn't suppress his murderous intent.

"Brother Zhu, are you alright? Are you injured?" Hearing Zheng Shuang's concerned inquiry as she ran over, Zhu Yinming forced an ugly smile to comfort her: A case of literary theft: this tale is not rightfully on Amazon; if you see it, report the violation.

"It's fine, don't worry. I was just a bit careless earlier." Saying this, he fixed his murderous eyes on Song Que, who was still standing there. He channeled his inner force frantically, intending to unleash a lethal move once more. Sensing the tangible killing intent radiating from Zhu Yinming, Song Que didn't falter in the slightest. He simply smiled confidently, his eyes shining with brilliant light, staring straight back at him without the slightest sign of weakness.

Their auras continuously climbed, pressing down on everyone around them until they felt breathless. A great battle was on the verge of erupting; it could explode at any moment. Right then, a calm, peaceful voice that seemed to carry an irresistible will resonated, dissolving that invisible pressure into nothingness.

"Amitabha!"

"Two donors, I have been watching the events of today from the beginning. It is merely a small misunderstanding. Why don't the two of you each take a step back and let this matter go?" Before the words had finished, a figure in white monk's robes floated down from the sky in the distance! His palms were pressed together before his chest, one leg slightly curled. He descended slowly and weightlessly like a feather, not kicking up a single speck of dust.

Seeing him standing there, his expression serene, merciful, and saintly—with his snow-white robes embroidered with exquisite golden Buddhist scripts shining brilliantly under the sun like a descending thousand-Buddha vision—everyone couldn't help but feel a sense of solemn reverence.

"Hui Wu! Is it you?" Seeing who had arrived, Song Que was delighted.

"Master Hui Wu!" Zhu Yinming also silently dissipated his power, cupping his hands in greeting.

"Greetings, Donor Zhu and Donor Song. We meet again." Seeing this guy's solemn, sacred, and otherworldly face, and his dramatic, grand entrance, even a man as flamboyant as the 'Emperor of Actors' Song had to give a thumbs-up in admiration. Very creative entrance! He even brings his own BGM when he appears! Moreover, this 'meat-and-wine monk' was performing whenever he was in public! He had truly integrated acting into his life! That was the ultimate secret of an Emperor of Actors! I have to respect him!

"Brother Hui Wu, how have you been lately?" Meeting a friend again, Boss Song immediately forgot about this guy Zhu Yinming and happily walked up to greet the bald monk.

"Thank you for your concern, Brother Song. Little monk has spent these days observing the various lives of the human world and has gained much enlightenment. On the contrary, Brother Song, we haven't met in a few months, yet your martial arts have progressed by leaps and bounds. It is truly worth celebrating."

"Haha, this is all thanks to Brother Hui Wu for imparting the Dharma! Otherwise, I would still be lost in the dark, unable to find my own path."

"Amitabha! Everything is destined. It is all due to Brother Song's own aptitude. Even without little monk, you would still have found your own Dao."

"Haha, Brother Hui Wu, no need to be humble. We had an agreement when we parted previously. Since you have come this time, you must stay at my home for a few days so I can treat you properly! Otherwise, my heart will not be at peace!"

"Amitabha! Then everything will be as Brother Song arranges." Hui Wu didn't stand on ceremony, nodding his head with a straightforward, pleasant smile. Song Que was delighted:"That's the spirit! Go, let's head back to my new home now." Saying that, he turned to the gang members behind him and shouted:"Someone, prepare the horses!"

"Yes, Boss Song!" Nodding to Song Que to express his agreement, Hui Wu turned to Zhu Yinming and smiled while performing a Buddhist salute:"Thank you, Young Master Zhu, for giving me face!" Zhu Yinming, having been magnificently ignored by Boss Song just now, didn't look too happy. At this moment, having Hui Wu provide him with a 'step' to climb down from, he sheathed his sword uncomfortably:"Hmph! Out of respect for Master Hui Wu, I will let you off the hook today!"

Boss Song, who had already turned to leave, wasn't happy about this. Still acting tough? Who does this guy think he is?!

"I said it before, don't think too highly of yourself! You aren't 'letting me off the hook'—what can you even do?!"

"You..." Zhu Yinming flushed red with anger, ready to retort. But Song Que didn't want to waste words with this guy. He turned to the group of Fierce Tiger Gang members and shouted:"Where are the Fierce Tiger Gang members?!" Clang!

"We are here!" Over a hundred men, their morale soaring, drew their weapons from their waists and shouted in unison. Seeing his side's soaring fighting spirit, Song Que finally nodded in satisfaction:"Remember! Next time someone dares to crash our shop, charge forward and chop them up for me! I let you act humbly in your daily work, not to act like a turtle hiding in its shell! The dignity of the Fierce Tiger Gang cannot be insulted! Do not hesitate; I will bear any consequences!"

"Yes, Gang Leader!" A hundred people shouted in unison! That momentum shook Qinghe! Zhu Yinming, standing to the side, couldn't help but feel his spirit tremble. In a one-on-one fight against Song Que, he wasn't even sure he could win! If he were swarmed, today would definitely be a case of 'less fortune, more danger'. After all, he wasn't like Boss Song, who was thick-skinned and tough, unable to withstand being hacked at.

Because of this, he hadn't dared to use lethal force when fighting Shen Ziming and Nie Feng earlier—he was afraid that if a group of experts swarmed him, he would have trouble coping! Song Que didn't even bother looking at this guy again. Those who had been surpassed by him would never have a chance to turn the tables! Hacking the reality of life was just this confident!

Waiting for someone to lead the three horses out, Boss Song bid farewell to Old Nie and the others, called Xiong Ba and Hui Wu, and ran back to Plum Manor together. As the three figures gradually disappeared, the street finally burst into chaos, with people spreading out in all directions to report what they had heard and seen today! Song Que was actually able to go head-to-head against Zhu Yinming and even gain a slight upper hand!

This event naturally caused a sensation throughout all of Qinghe, and even the Yangnan Circuit! After all, the 'Breeze Sword' wasn't just an empty name! Boss Song had used this opportunity to trample his face and refresh a wave of his own reputation! Thinking of this, Zhu Yinming's expression could only be described as dripping with gloom. The veins on his forehead were pulsing, and he just wanted to draw his sword and vent!

But seeing the group of Fierce Tiger Gang members glaring at him like tigers and wolves, he could only flick his sleeves and leave in frustration!

"Big Brother Zhu, wait for me!" Zheng Shuang, one of the Twin Flowers, saw this and hurriedly chased after him. The street finally became quiet again.... The Wu family, the Xu family, the Tie family, the Sea of Clouds Pavilion... The big shots in the city who heard of Song Que's battle record today could only sigh and nod! They had already been left numb by this monster's aptitude! They very calmly accepted this reality. At the same time, they secretly sighed—Song Que truly knew how to cause trouble!

If they didn't hear of him doing something major in a few days, that would be the surprise!