Chapter 59: The Supreme Blade Technique

Zeng Fan wore a relaxed expression, as if taking on ten opponents at once was nothing difficult for him.
“Come on! Hurry up.”
As soon as Zeng Fan finished speaking, two Iron Guards launched their attack, charging forward with massive fists swinging down. Zeng Fan sidestepped, seized one man's arm, and executed a simple shoulder throw. With a swift turn, he delivered a powerful backward kick, immediately knocking another Iron Guard to the ground.
Everything unfolded with the fluidity of water, completed in a flash.
“Ah…” Several shouts erupted as four Iron Guards attacked simultaneously from different angles, viciously closing in.
Zeng Fan smiled calmly and stepped forward to meet one of them, unleashing a sharp kick. The guard hurriedly countered with a kick of his own. There was a loud thud—their feet collided. Zeng Fan merely swayed slightly, but the Iron Guard was sent flying.
At that moment, six fists came crashing down behind him, whistling through the air. Without looking back, Zeng Fan crouched and swept his leg behind him.
Three more heavy thuds echoed as bodies hit the ground.
“I never expected Brother Fan's skills to be so formidable—simple, clean, efficient. One word: fast.” Liu Huagang, witnessing Zeng Fan in action for the first time, nodded appreciatively, his eyes filled with admiration.
What happened next amazed everyone all the more. Zeng Fan, who had only been defending so far, suddenly shifted to the offensive. His movements were lightning-quick; each punch he threw cut through the air with a piercing sound.
“Overlord Divine Fist!” Zeng Fan shouted, his fists blasting forth like mortar shells, landing squarely on the chests of two Iron Guards. His legs followed with agile, fierce kicks, filling the air with a flurry of foot shadows.
Another thud—and two more Iron Guards, bodies marked with footprints, were sent sprawling. In just a few minutes, only three Iron Guards remained standing with any fighting strength.
The three looked at each other, hesitant and intimidated, Zeng Fan’s valiant display leaving a deep impression on their minds.
“Brother Fan, why not let them try out the military bayonets?” Chen Erpao spoke up suddenly.
Zeng Fan smiled and nodded, “I didn’t expect you to equip them with such good weapons. Very well! Come at me.”
With permission, the three Iron Guards drew bayonets gleaming with cold light from their thighs. The blood grooves along the blades resembled the maw of a ferocious demon.
“Lunge!” Chen Erpao commanded. The Iron Guards brandished their bayonets and attacked in unison. Zeng Fan easily dodged with a quick sidestep.
“Diagonal thrust!” Chen Erpao ordered again. The guards shifted their stances, stabbing toward Zeng Fan from the side at top speed.
Zeng Fan smiled lightly, shrugged his shoulders, and instantly executed a forward somersault, landing behind the Iron Guards. But the bayonets slashed back at him in a swift, fierce attack. Zeng Fan neither dodged nor flinched; he swept his leg out, knocking all three bayonets aside. As the guards tried to adjust and attack again, Zeng Fan spun a full three hundred and sixty degrees, his other leg snapping out to send one Iron Guard flying.
The remaining two guards, shocked, slashed down with their bayonets. Zeng Fan dropped to the ground, simultaneously kicking up with both feet, landing heavy blows on their wrists. The two Iron Guards felt sharp pain and involuntarily released the bayonets, which clattered to the floor.
“Excellent, excellent. I never imagined your abilities had improved so much over the years,” Chen Erpao applauded.
Zeng Fan modestly waved his hand. “Enough with that. Your own skills are hardly inferior to mine. Though our abilities are impressive, there are always greater masters out there. Even within China, many hidden martial arts experts exist. In my current organization, there are plenty stronger than I am.”
“Brother Fan, you still haven’t told us what organization you’re with. Tell your brothers!” Chen Erpao pressed his question.
Zeng Fan shook his head, his expression turning solemn. “Erpao, I really can't tell you right now. It’s a matter of national top secret. When the time comes, you’ll know—and you’ll understand.”
Knowing Zeng Fan’s character, Chen Erpao realized further questioning would be futile. Better to wait for that day and let Zeng Fan speak of it willingly.
Not long after, Zeng Fan departed. Chen Erpao and Liu Huagang discussed matters and decided to appoint him as the instructor for the ten Iron Guards, which Liu Huagang gladly accepted. Although his greatest skill was the Mighty Eagle Claw, this did not mean he mastered only one technique. He claimed to have once apprenticed under an elderly master, learning seven sword techniques. These seven moves distilled the essence of seven great sword manuals, resulting in fierce, powerful strikes, rivaling even the most famous sword arts that have endured for centuries.
First move: Sever Man. Second move: Sever Ghost. Third move: Sever Demon. Fourth move: Sever Sage. Fifth move: Sever God. Sixth move: Sever Buddha. The seventh move was called Sever Void—meaning that after the first six moves had cut down everything, the last would slice through emptiness itself. This final move, forged from the essence of the previous six, was even more potent than their combined power. Despite nearly ten years of practice, Liu Huagang had only mastered the sixth move, unable to execute the seventh. Each attempt drained his strength as if it were being sucked away, and trying it without sufficient skill risked injuring himself.
This time, as chief instructor of the ten Iron Guards, Liu Huagang planned to teach them the first two sword moves. Given their current abilities, mastering those within a few months would already be impressive.
Chen Erpao had previously only equipped the Iron Guards with military bayonets, but since the bayonets could not unleash the sword techniques’ full power, Chen Erpao gritted his teeth and spent a portion of his remaining funds to order ten fine swords for them.
During these few days, several underworld factions vanished from the martial world, while more submitted to the overwhelming might of the Sky Alliance. This organization, formed from ordinary elite sects and several mid-tier clans, had grown so powerful that it now ranked among the top three forces in Hong Kong.
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