CHAPTER 81: CHAPTER 0081: IF YOU ARE NOT CONVINCED, FIGHT _1

A strange expression appeared on Zhao Dawei’s face. Rolling his eyes, he said, "I thought I was the best at bragging, but today, I’ve learned there’s always someone better. When it comes to spouting nonsense, you’re on another level."

"I never brag. You’re the one who does," Zhang Bin said, finding the guy rather interesting and holding back a laugh.

"Do you know who we are? Do you have any idea how powerful we are? Let me tell you, we crawled out of a pile of dead bodies. And not just any bodies, but those of experts, each one at least ten, no, a hundred times stronger than a doctor like you. That’s right. We killed them all," Zhao Dawei said disdainfully.

Zhang Bin chuckled to himself. This guy really did love to brag, and with a unique flair.

However, the bodyguard didn’t laugh, and neither did Ma Rufei, who stood to the side. Instead, their faces were grim and full of reverence.

"You don’t believe me?" Zhao Dawei asked, looking displeased at Zhang Bin.

"You’ve only cultivated to the Rushing Pulse Realm and have merely opened twelve meridians. I don’t believe you’re that powerful," Zhang Bin said, speaking the truth regardless of whatever impressive background this man might have.

"Eh...?" A sound of surprise escaped Zhao Dawei’s lips. "You have quite an eye to be able to see my cultivation level."

The bodyguard also glanced at Zhang Bin in surprise.

This bodyguard was very strong. Just like Zhao Dawei, he had also opened twelve meridians. And since they were only about thirty years old, they were both rare cultivation prodigies.

"That’s why I said, even if all of you attack together, you’re no match for me," Zhang Bin said with a wicked smile.

"Alright, kid! Let’s go! Let’s take this outside and have a go," Zhao Dawei said, his anger flaring. "Let’s see how we crush you!"

Zhang Bin was not the least bit intimidated and followed them outside. Having reached this realm of cultivation, he couldn’t just keep training arduously. He had to spar with experts. Otherwise, reaching the Liquid State would be extremely difficult, if not impossible. Therefore, he had to seize any opportunity to fight with masters.

Zhao Dawei and his men were all strong, exuding the thick stench of blood. They had clearly crawled out from a pile of dead bodies and could be considered rare experts. How could he possibly miss this opportunity?

Besides, they had come to him seeking medical help, so he wasn’t afraid of offending them. He had no intention of charging a fee, either. The spar would serve as his payment.

Tonight’s moonlight was bright, illuminating the flat ground outside with a serene and tranquil light.

"Qian Bing, you’re up. Defeat him in one move," Zhao Dawei said to a bodyguard, not planning to make a move himself.

"Yes, Boss," the bodyguard answered, then jumped into the open space, squinting at Zhang Bin.

Zhang Bin felt as if he were being targeted by a fierce tiger.

Even so, he remained perfectly relaxed. He walked over with big strides and stood there loosely, beckoning with his finger. "Come on, attack me."

"KILL!"

Qian Bing roared and crouched down. His feet moved with blinding speed, and he moved like a ghost, unpredictably circling behind Zhang Bin to strike viciously at his back with his palm.

Such speed, such skilled footwork. Zhang Bin inwardly praised as he suddenly sprang into action. With a single step, he reappeared ten meters away, as if he had used the Daoist Space-Compression Spell.

Naturally, Qian Bing’s palm strike hit nothing but air.

Yet, he was not discouraged at all. In fact, a sneer appeared on his face as, with a flick of his wrist, a hidden weapon shot out.

WHIZ...

A piercing sound ripped through the night sky as the custom-made weapon flew toward Zhang Bin’s back, carrying a chilling, murderous intent.

Zhang Bin turned swiftly, drew the Bamboo Sword from his waist, and stabbed out forcefully.

CRACK!

His blade struck the hidden weapon dead-on, revealing it to be a sharp nail.

"NICE!" Zhao Dawei and the other bodyguard shouted in unison.

Ma Rufei, however, broke out in a cold sweat as he watched.

"FIRE!"

Qian Bing’s hands trembled rapidly, and a shower of nails instantly burst forth like raindrops. Infused with his True Qi, the nails shot out at extreme speed. If they entered a human body, they would be no less lethal than bullets.

"Bring it on."

Zhang Bin didn’t dodge. He stood his ground, his eyes flashing with a sharp light as the sword in his right hand struck out like a bolt of lightning. In that instant, he lost count of how many times he thrust his sword.

CLANG, CLANG, CLANG...

A sound like hammering iron rang out as all the nails were knocked away.

Everyone was shocked, staring at Zhang Bin as if he were a monster, hardly believing their eyes.

Qian Bing was also stunned. In the past, whenever he used his hidden weapons, no one could block them like this. The best strategy had always been to dodge.

"Keep it coming..." Zhang Bin said excitedly, not yet satisfied.

He had now opened his 14th meridian. During this time, he had continued to stimulate the nerves in his arm with Longevity Qi. Coupled with his intensive training, his sword techniques had improved significantly, reaching a speed of fourteen swords per second. However, no matter how much he trained or stimulated his nerves after that, it was no use; his sword speed would not increase further. Not even by a sliver. Clearly, he had reached a bottleneck.

But just now, the feeling of mortal danger seemed to have unlocked his potential. He felt his sword speed had improved slightly.

"FIRE!"

Qian Bing did not hold back. His hands shook continuously, and countless nails shot toward Zhang Bin like a ferocious storm.

WHOOSH, WHOOSH, WHOOSH...

The piercing sounds carried a murderous intent that filled the air.

This time, Zhang Bin moved. He retreated rapidly, dodging the nails he couldn’t deflect, all while his right hand thrust his sword out swiftly.

CLANG, CLANG, CLANG...

All the nails shooting toward Zhang Bin were knocked away once more. Not a single one so much as grazed his clothes.

"NICE!" Zhao Dawei shouted again, a look of admiration on his face.

"Again!"

Zhang Bin felt his hand speed had broken through again. Perhaps he was approaching fifteen swords per second.

Qian Bing’s hand suddenly swept to his waist, and a handgun appeared in his grasp. Pointing the dark muzzle at Zhang Bin, he said coldly, "The deadliest weapons aren’t hidden projectiles or blades, but Thermal Weapons. To think you could take on the three of us alone is just a joke."

"Go on, shoot! Aim for a non-vital area. I want to see if I can deflect the bullet," Zhang Bin shouted back eagerly, his face full of anticipation.

At this moment, he was ecstatic. He felt that today he could truly master the Lightning First Sword—Sword Release Enemy Cripple.

Crazy... Ma Rufei muttered to himself.

The villagers who had gathered to watch were completely dumbfounded.

Father and Mother Zhang, along with Xiao Fang and Liu Xin, turned pale with fright.

"You can’t block a bullet. My gun is custom-made. The bullets reach a speed of eight hundred meters per second. Killing a cultivator like you is easy—just one shot," Qian Bing said coldly as he aimed at Zhang Bin. "So, let’s just forget about it."

"Are you worried about injuring me? I’m a Divine Doctor. I’m not afraid of getting hurt," Zhang Bin replied. "Besides, I have my own way of dealing with bullets."

"If you insist, then be careful. I’m aiming for your thigh," Qian Bing declared. Then, without hesitation, he fired.

BANG!

The bullet burst forth, carrying the thick stench of death as it sped toward Zhang Bin’s thigh.