vstars Chapter 106 Conspiracy
Chapter 106 Conspiracy
Feeling the chilling aura emanating from the sword, Mu Ling's smile instantly froze.
He stiffly turned his eyes, looking at the long whip that had been shattered into several pieces, and then looked up at the nameless person in front of him.
Feeling the sword tip so close at hand, Mu Ling's forehead instantly broke out in a cold sweat, and she didn't even dare to breathe.
Nameless, however, withdrew his longsword without changing his expression and said calmly, "You lost."
Mu Ling's face turned pale and then red, looking extremely unsightly.
He was unwilling to admit defeat so easily. He gritted his teeth and, seeing that Wuming had turned his back, he wanted to launch a sneak attack.
But before he could make a move, Wuming seemed to have eyes in the back of his head. Without even turning around, he swung his longsword back and aimed it precisely at his throat once again.
This time, the sword tip sliced through the skin on his neck, drawing a little blood.
A sharp pain shot through her neck, and Mu Ling froze instantly, no longer daring to make a move.
After a long pause, he slowly forced a smile and squeezed out a few words through gritted teeth: "Young master, your swordsmanship is excellent. I admit defeat."
As soon as he finished speaking, the referee announced the winner and loser. Nameless then sheathed his longsword and turned to walk off the stage.
Watching Wuming's unwavering retreating figure, Mu Ling gritted her teeth, but dared not try any more tricks.
Xiang Qingsheng, who had been watching the match from the sidelines, pondered for a moment as Wuming walked away, then followed him.
After Mu Ling jumped off the stage, she was met by the other five strange figures from Youzhou who were also watching the battle.
The burly man in the black coat frowned and looked at Mu Ling with disdain, then sneered, "Mu Ling, what's wrong with you? You lost so easily. Did you deliberately let her win because she's pretty?"
His words were full of dissatisfaction with Mu Ling, but Mu Ling was also in a bad mood at the moment, and her face darkened immediately upon hearing this.
He clutched his neck, glaring as he retorted, "What do you mean 'go easy'? That kid's tough! He even slashed my neck! Are you blind? Didn't you see that?!"
Seeing that his anger seemed genuine, the others exchanged glances and asked doubtfully, "Is he really that powerful?"
Why would I lie to you?!
Mu Ling said angrily, "That kid's swordsmanship and lightness skills are amazing. I can't figure out his moves at all. You'd better be careful if you run into him!"
He paused, then added, "His internal strength is very profound, probably far above mine... perhaps comparable to that of the Dragon Elder."
Hearing Mu Ling's high praise for Wuming, the others all frowned.
Upon hearing this, the old man's somewhat cloudy eyes flickered slightly, as if he were thinking about something.
Actually, he had noticed the man's lightness skill and swordsmanship from below. They seemed ordinary, but every move was flawless.
Moreover, although Mu Ling may not be a very proper person, her martial arts skills are definitely among the best of the five.
His whip skills, in particular, were absolutely superb.
But just now, when the two were exchanging blows, Mu Ling's whip, which was twisted with steel wire, was easily shattered by the young man's sword.
Judging from this skill alone, the young man's martial arts prowess should not be underestimated.
Thinking of this, his eyes immediately turned sinister. He turned his head to look in the direction where Wuming had left and said, "That kid is definitely not simple. Perhaps he, like Xiang Qingsheng, will also become a major obstacle for us."
"If we allow him to continue participating in the fighting, it might ruin our important plans."
"Old Man Long, what do you mean...?"
Seeing the looks in the eyes of the people around him, Long Weng said coldly, "Strike first, or suffer the consequences."
"Since that kid might become a stumbling block for us, just in case, we should find a way to get rid of him first!"
"But that kid seems to be quite skilled in martial arts, so he might not be easy to deal with. If we want to kill him, it will probably take some effort."
Listening to their conversation, Mu Ling touched the wound on her neck but didn't say anything in rebuttal.
Upon hearing this, Long Weng revealed a strange smile and said in a hoarse voice, "It's easy to dodge a spear in the open, but hard to guard against an arrow in the dark. Who said we had to fight openly and fairly?"
"Xiang Qingsheng is difficult to deal with; let's figure out how to deal with that kid first."
After saying that, he looked at Mu Ling and said, "Go and find out where he lives."
"it is good."
Mu Ling nodded, then turned and left.
A short while later, he returned and nodded to the group.
Upon hearing this, a murderous glint flashed in Long Weng's eyes. He turned and walked out while leaning on his dragon-headed cane, saying, "Let's make our move tonight. We need to prepare some things first."
Watching Long Weng's retreating figure, the others exchanged glances and followed him.
It was night, the moon was dark and the wind was high.
A dark figure crept furtively to the courtyard where Wuming lived. Looking at the courtyard where the lights were already off, a sinister smile appeared on his face.
Then, with a light leap, he vaulted over the wall and landed in the courtyard.
Arriving at the tightly closed door, he took out a bamboo tube from his pocket, poked a hole in the window paper, and then gently moved the bamboo tube.
A wisp of white smoke immediately billowed out of the bamboo tube, drifting slowly inside.
After doing all this, he took out a black cloth from his pocket, covered his mouth and nose, and stood quietly outside the door waiting.
After about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, he reached out and gently pushed the door open.
With a creak, the door opened.
The man in black was overjoyed. Without thinking about why the door wasn't closed properly, he quickly crouched down and slipped into the room.
The room still had a faint scent of sleeping pills.
By the moonlight, he could vaguely see that the person inside was lying on the bed and seemed to be sleeping soundly.
Seeing this, he smiled with satisfaction, thinking that the muscle-relaxing powder was indeed very effective.
After standing by the bed, looking at Wuming lying on the bed with his eyes closed, a hint of murderous intent flashed in his eyes.
Without the slightest hesitation, he pulled out a gleaming dagger from his pocket and stabbed it fiercely into the nameless man's chest.
Just as the knife tip was about to pierce the person on the bed, the person, who should have been fast asleep, suddenly rolled to one side.
The man in black was startled at the sight, but before he could react, the person on the bed rolled over and kicked him hard.
The man in black was kicked away and slammed heavily against the door.
With a loud bang, the door was smashed to pieces, and the man in black was thrown into the yard, coughing up a mouthful of blood.
He stared in disbelief at the person who came out of the house, and exclaimed in shock, "You... how are you alright!?"
Looking at the astonished man in black lying on the ground, Wuming sneered and said, "Heh, with your paltry tricks, you think you can outmaneuver others and use underhanded tactics?"