Why do I have so many masters?

By the time he finally reacted and drew his weapon, Wang Anfeng already had a palm resting on the white-faced man's shoulder, leaping up, waving his right hand, using the wooden sword in its scabbard, without activating his Qi mechanism, to smash out.

The big fat man saw this and realized it was going to be a force-to-force clash; his heart was even more delighted. Due to his unique talents and the influence of his cultivation technique, he was truly not skilled at dealing with martial artists adept at subtle and intricate skills. Wang Anfeng wanting a straightforward clash of power was exactly what he desired.

At once, he let out a low growl, grabbed a huge hooked wolf fang club with both hands, exerted all his strength, and swung down at the skinny young man in front, with gusts of violent wind.

With his strength, even if there were a small mountain in front, he would also be able to smash a crack straight from the top to the foot of the mountain. So what to think of this fellow who looked visibly weak?

In his mind he seemed to already see this person's skull being smashed open, a splatter of white and red everywhere, a savage intention brewed in his heart, and with another low growl, it seemed like he gained yet another hundreds of pounds of strength in his arms, intensifying the brutal force of his downward smash.

Wang Anfeng remained expressionless, raising his hand just slightly, and the sword scabbard blocked the massive wolf fang club. The large fat man's ferocious expression changed drastically, as he felt as if his weapon had hit ironstone, a surge of force made his hand's veins ache with numbness, causing him to involuntarily let out a low sound of distress.

However, being someone seasoned in countless battles, he knew especially during such times, one must not loosen their guard. Letting out an angry roar, he activated both his Qi mechanism and inner strength, forcefully using his waist as a pivot to swing the wolf fang club outwards.

The force of air billowed, the west wing was directly smashed into rubble by a wave of Qi mechanism, and this was just aftershock, indicating that in terms of raw physical strength and ferocity, this person was indeed a rare skillful hand; anyone who really took this side swipe would find their tendons and bones ruptured even if they did not die. Your support on M|V|L8EMPYR keeps this series going.

After this strike, the big fat man was gasping incessantly, and just as he slightly relaxed, his expression grew solemn, seeing that Wang Anfeng still stood well in the original spot, as if unmoved at all, while the length of his own weapon should have clearly struck this man's skull.

Could it be he saw a ghost?

The fat man was of foreign Hu origin, uneducated, and still had a reverence for ghosts and spirits. At this thought, a trace of fright and hesitation emerged in his eyes, yet he did not know Wang Anfeng's movement technique was indeed beyond his own limits.

The wolf fang club had been driven purely by brute courage into motion, not only was the strength ferocious, but it also carried an extremely terrifying speed. Yet Wang Anfeng was able to retreat in an instant, and then advance again; those without keen eyesight could only see his body sway for a moment, like a phantom, disregarding the wolf fang club being swung out.

Just when the big man's mind was flustered and his strength listless for an instant, Wang Anfeng had already stepped out his left foot, firmly stepping on the wolf fang club, and then stepped out his right foot. The big man was startled by this and immediately realized his weapon was restrained; this was his prized tool, how could it fall into another's hands?

Without regard for any ghostly apparitions, he roared angrily, exerting all his strength, the veins in his arms bulged, ready to swing out the wolf fang club again, but this man, who usually could carry a small mountain for exercise, found that the eight-hundred-catty wolf fang club did not move at all.

No matter how much he growled low, the wolf fang club still sank with extreme steadiness at a slow pace, and when Wang Anfeng stepped the fifth step, with a heavy thud, it directly hit the ground, seemingly finally unable to be supported anymore, causing the large fat man to let out a low growl, release his grip, and stagger backwards.

The wolf fang club struck the ground with a boom, deeply embedding itself into the bluestone floor, while Wang Anfeng had already stepped into the void, taking advantage of the opponent's momentarily sluggish Qi mechanism, his right foot kicked out diagonally, aiming straight at the opponent's neck.

Just as the right foot went out, the left foot quickly followed, the body leaping into the air, using the Mandarin Duck Chain Kick technique, a martial art from the Divine Thieves Sect, landing heavily on the large fat man's neck on both sides of the thick arteries.

That big man, tall and fat, couldn't withstand this blow, feeling his vision go black, immediately collapsing to the ground, yet again being casually struck on the back acupoint by Wang Anfeng, his entire body was like a hibernating black bear laying down, even moving an inch became merely a wish.

Between the two, each could be considered a quality martial artist, if purely comparing martial body, indeed not inferior to Wang Anfeng, even slightly better than Tie Lin, but due to a single misstep, after Wang Anfeng took the initiative, they ended up utterly defeated. Though they exchanged blows many times, the actual passage of time was extremely short.

Wang Anfeng gently landed on the ground, his right hand drew the sword, and within a breath, the inner strength he had just consumed had recovered to seventy or eighty percent. Ordinary people could not maintain such enduring combat strength, it was only due to him having conditioned his body through the Divine Thieves Sect's medicinal baths and consumed a three-thousand-year-old Dragon Blood Ginseng, that he had achieved such prowess.

He waited for his Qi mechanism to calm and restore before slowly moving forward with great caution.

Upon entering, Wang Anfeng just saw the masks worn by the two experts, instantly realizing seventy to eighty percent of the situation in his heart, understanding that those two heinous criminals Wuxin was pursuing were indeed hiding here. Though his hand held the sword, his mind grew even more alert.

As he advanced with the sword drawn, upon taking a few steps, the sound of whistling winds came from above, one in the front, two at the back, three sounds rang out briefly, and behind him, three more people appeared, one being the deeply authoritative Pillar of the State, while the other two were the arriving Li Qidao and Xue Qinshuang.

Just then, outside, they had heard the commotion of Wang Anfeng's fight with the two martial artists, shock rippling in their hearts, causing them to rush over to investigate, while that Pillar of the State naturally wouldn't let them leave so easily, thus pursuing them, and upon seeing the two Fifth Rank martial artists fallen on the ground, a grave expression also appeared on their faces.

"This is..."

Seeing two more Grandmasters appear on his side, Wang Anfeng slightly relaxed, then realizing something, his expression changed, shouting aloud:

"Not good!"

Speaking out, he dashed out, disregarding everything else, pushing the wooden door open, and in his view were still candles burning, the fragrance of tea remaining, vaguely he could still hear lingering musical sounds, yet not a single person was present.

Taking two quick steps, bending down, his palm brushed over the luxurious embroidered carpet on the ground, touching it felt sticky and wet, it was blood, still in the process of drying.

With just a moment's thought, he knew the people in this room must have left not long ago, and very likely, it was during the time when the Pillar of the State arrived, withdrawing the people from the Ministry of Punishment.

Even with Wang Anfeng's temperament, frustration surged at this point, tightening his right fist, and slamming it into the embroidered carpet on the ground, emitting a muffled sound.

The carpet was extremely luxurious, exuding the style of the Western Regions, yet Wang Anfeng found it faintly familiar for some reason.

With impatience and frustration in his heart, he couldn't spare the time for further thought, exhaling heavily to suppress these negative emotions, knowing he could not continue in such a manner, though the opponents had escaped, they could not have fled far, chasing after them now might still yield some clues.

At this realization, he resolutely stood up, looking into the inner part of the house.

PS: Presenting today's second update... Three thousand eight.