荒墟牧神 - 第93章 瞞天易日 - 錦書坊

The Lame Elder chuckled, wind rising from his hands. He struck at the water dragon and knocked it aside; his vital energy then took the form of a leg and foot, somewhat translucent, and those two legs ran swiftly, threatening to overtake Shen Mu.

Shen Mu spread his legs in midair into a full split, pressed the air with his palms, and at once turned from head-down to head-up; then he brought his legs together and ran with all his speed, striking a deadly blow at the Lame Elder's back. The two ran through the air, unleashing their leg techniques, every move vicious and underhanded, their bodies shifting and weaving so fast that the crowd below grew dizzy watching. Suddenly the Lame Elder's arm moved like a shadow, unfathomable as ghost or god; he unleashed his Heaven-Stealing hand technique.

Before Shen Mu could perceive how he had struck, he felt his belt loosen, and the Lame Elder had pulled his trousers down to his ankles. He tripped over them at once, and then felt a chill on his body — the Lame Elder had stripped off his clothes as well, pinning his hands. Shen Mu dropped out of the air, hurriedly tore free of the garment, pulled up his trousers, and fastened his belt as he ran, shouting in fury, "Grandpa Lame, you never taught me that move! "

The Lame Elder roared with laughter.

"Catch me first, and I will teach it to you!

"

Shen Mu chuckled and threw a punch; dragon-shaped fist force rushed forward at once. The Lame Elder cried out in alarm, hastily shuffling his steps, his body dodging again and again.

Shen Mu refined his vital energy into threads; threads of energy as thick as an arm coiled toward the Lame Elder like great serpents — once entangled, escape was hard. The Lame Elder dodged again, but Shen Mu had already caught up with him, and he said helplessly, "Fine, I will teach you. "

The two drew near each other in midair, faces wreathed in smiles.

The Lame Elder was just about to make his move when Shen Mu, swift as lightning and sparks, sealed his three souls and seven spirits, then kicked the old man down out of the sky. Thud! The Lame Elder hit the ground and smashed out a man-shaped crater, then slowly crawled out of it, weeping with joy: "Worthy indeed of being my pupil — you did not readily trust another.

"

Shen Mu ran swiftly through the air and caught up with that cloud, then ran slanting down, charged forward several steps on the ground, and only then came to a stop.

The Lame Elder said with a smile, "What I promised you just now, I will never go back on. Once you have passed all nine trials, I will teach you the Hand that Steals Heaven and Swaps the Sun.

"

Shen Mu was overjoyed. The Butcher raised his cleavers and said with a smile, "Shen'er, do you need a rest?

"

Shen Mu nodded at once, sat down to rest, drank tea to replenish his fluids, rested a good while, then ran off to put on another set of clothes. The Butcher's face went black, and he muttered, "You little wretch, with vital energy that deep and mighty, and you still need rest?

Why not just fight?

If we fought, I would still have a chance.

. . "

After another moment, Shen Mu picked up another slaughtering blade from the collapsed smithy, crossed the two blades, and said, "Grandpa Butcher, I am well rested! "

The Butcher sneered, "You originally used one blade.

Why two now? "

Shen Mu held one blade forward-gripped in one hand and the other reverse-gripped.

The Butcher's expression turned grave; he too reversed his blade, holding it reverse-gripped in his left hand, and sneered, "Little wretch, you want to brawl at close quarters with me?

You are still a bit green. . .

"

The Alchemist coughed and warned, "Butcher, you have no lower body. If he gets in close, you are at a great disadvantage — you have less muscle than he does.

"

The Butcher's face went black again, and he said sullenly, "He cannot get close to me. My blade technique will hold him off.

. . "