pertwk Chapter 85 Fei Bin, the hand of Dasongyang
Chapter 85 Fei Bin, the hand of Dasongyang
Half an hour later, the group of people from the Songshan Sect arrived at a secluded courtyard outside Hengshan City.
The courtyard is located at the foot of the mountain, surrounded by dense woods, making it a very secluded and ideal hiding place.
The group dismounted, glanced back a few times to confirm their presence, and then entered the courtyard.
Zhao Yu swayed and leaped onto a large tree outside the courtyard, hiding among the branches and leaves, observing the movements in the courtyard through the gaps in the leaves.
In the courtyard, the person who resembled Ding Mian was assigning tasks to everyone.
"Stendhal".
A young disciple stepped forward: "Disciple is here."
"On the day of the ceremony, you will hold the five-colored command flag and stop Liu Zhengfeng and the others to attract their attention," Ding Mian said in a deep voice. "Remember, be firm in your attitude and don't let Yue Buqun and the others notice anything amiss."
"Yes, Your disciple obeys."
"Wan Daping."
"Disciple is here."
"Take ten men and ambush in the backyard of the Liu residence. Once the operation is launched in the front yard, immediately take control of Liu Zhengfeng's family members, especially his wife and children. Do not let any of them escape."
"yes!"
Ding Mian looked at the last person: "Di Xiu, you have the best skills. You must lead the men to capture Liu Qin alive. As long as we capture Liu Zhengfeng's eldest son, we won't have to worry about him not submitting. You are Senior Brother Zuo's disciple, don't tarnish his reputation."
"Disciple understands." Di Xiu clasped his hands in response, a ruthless glint flashing in his eyes.
"The rest of you, provide frontal support," Ding Mian said sternly, surveying the crowd. "Remember, Senior Brother Zuo ordered that this operation must succeed; failure is not an option. We must capture Liu Zhengfeng and force the Hengshan Sect to submit!"
"Yes! We will obey Uncle Ding's orders!" the crowd responded in unison, their voices uniform and carrying a chilling aura.
Judging from their demeanor, they don't seem to be an ordinary martial arts sect.
Zhao Yu lay on the tree, a cold smile playing on his lips.
The Songshan Sect is indeed despicable and shameless. They use other people's wives, children, and elderly parents to blackmail them, and they can even say it so openly among themselves.
Zuo Lengchan went to great lengths to unify the Five Mountains Alliance.
Just as he was pondering to himself, a slight whooshing sound came from behind him, and a powerful and domineering palm wind silently struck towards his back.
The palm strike was fierce, carrying a scorching internal energy, clearly indicating a murderous intent.
Zhao Yu was startled.
He was so focused on eavesdropping on the conversation in the courtyard that he didn't notice someone creeping up behind him.
However, this minor trouble was not enough to make Zhao Yu panic.
Before the palm strike could reach him, Zhao Yu twisted his waist, did a somersault, and leaped down from the tree, dodging the palm strike.
With a loud "bang," the tree branch where Zhao Yu had been hiding was snapped in two by the force of the palm strike, sending wood chips flying everywhere.
A middle-aged man in a yellow shirt landed on the ground. He was burly and had a sinister face.
Seeing that his attack had missed, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he immediately shouted sharply, "Who are you? Sneaking around here like this, are you perhaps a member of the Demonic Cult?"
Zhao Yu patted the dust off his clothes, feeling somewhat amused and exasperated.
The Songshan Sect is quite adept at this tactic; regardless of the facts, they first label someone as a demonic cult member.
Don't they see who looks more like the bad guy?
"The people of the Songshan Sect are indeed skilled at distorting the truth." Zhao Yu shook his head. "Judging from your palm technique, you should be Fei Bin, the Great Songyang Hand."
A murderous glint flashed in Fei Bin's eyes.
Now that the other party has recognized my identity, there is even less reason to leave them alive.
He snorted coldly, said no more nonsense, and attacked Zhao Yu with both palms.
The palm strike was fierce and domineering, carrying a scorching wave of energy.
In Fei Bin's view, Zhao Yu was young, and even if he was skilled in martial arts, he could not possibly be his match.
First, subdue the other party, then interrogate them to find out their origin and purpose.
But to his utter surprise, the young man's martial arts skills were far superior to what he had imagined.
Zhao Yu swayed and dodged Fei Bin's palms.
Zhao Yu chuckled, his tone tinged with a hint of mockery: "The Great Songyang Hand is indeed worthy of its reputation, but it's probably not enough to kill me."
Fei Bin became increasingly alarmed as the fight progressed.
He felt like he was fighting against thin air; no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't hit anything.
Moreover, without realizing it, his moves were being led by the hand, and he was completely caught in Zhao Yu's rhythm.
Fei Bin's forehead was covered in cold sweat, and his breathing became rapid.
"Who exactly are you?" Fei Bin abruptly withdrew his hand, took a few steps back, and looked at Zhao Yu warily, demanding an answer in a stern voice.
Zhao Yu did not answer. Fei Bin's palm technique was too forceful and lacked variation, and it was not worth learning. He should fight back.
Just as Zhao Yu was channeling his inner strength, his ears twitched, and he heard the sound of clothes rustling in the air from the courtyard behind him.
The others from the Songshan Sect realized what was happening.
Zhao Yu's heart stirred, and he suddenly stopped his move, looking up into Fei Bin's eyes.
Fei Bin was about to ask a question when he met Zhao Yu's gaze. He felt a momentary daze and his mind began to wander.
"Since you don't know my identity, you must have never seen me before." Zhao Yu's voice turned deep, penetrating Fei Bin's ears.
Fei Bin's eyes were glazed over, and he nodded subconsciously: "Yes, I really haven't seen you before."
"In that case, you might as well pretend you've never seen me before, how about that?" Zhao Yu said slowly. "Since you don't know me, I don't think I pose any threat to you."
Fei Bin looked conflicted for a moment, then slowly nodded.
Just then, Ding Mian called out urgently, "Junior Brother Fei, is that you?"
Zhao Yu snapped his fingers, and then his figure flickered and disappeared into the depths of the forest like a wisp of smoke.
Fei Bin suddenly shivered and came to his senses.
He looked at the empty woods, then at the broken branches on the ground, and a look of frustration appeared on his face.
"Junior Brother Fei, what's going on?" Ding Mian approached and frowned as he saw the scene before him.
"Don't even mention it." Fei Bin looked annoyed. "I just rushed back when I saw a sneaky figure approaching the courtyard. In my haste, I tried to stop him, but that kid was incredibly skilled in martial arts and managed to get away. I should have told you first and caught him."
Ding Mian's expression was grave: "Junior Brother Fei, are you sure that person didn't have time to eavesdrop?"
Fei Bin nodded: "That kid was startled as soon as he got close to the courtyard. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to let him escape."
Ding Mian breathed a sigh of relief and comforted him, "Forget it, if they ran away, they ran away. It seems they were just a wandering swordsman passing by. We'll just change our camp location and strengthen our defenses in the future to prevent such blunders from happening again."
"That's all we can do," Fei Bin echoed, but something still felt off.
He rubbed his forehead and tried to recall, but found nothing wrong.
Ding Mian didn't think much of it, assuming Fei Bin was still blaming himself: "Let's go in first. We have important things to do these next few days, so everyone stay alert."
The group turned and walked into the courtyard, closing the gate behind them.
Deep in the woods, Zhao Yu's figure flickered and disappeared.