Type-Moon Assassination Fist 86
by TINY FAN FICTIONType-Moon Assassination Fist 86
Edited by: Tiny Fan Fiction
Chapter 86 Trying Gu Long Style, Next Chapter to Return (Three Chapters)
On the road to Mount Song, there’s a small town.
A cold wind blows through the small town, and no one is on the streets.
The village head has an old inn with a tall flagpole hanging a piece of cloth that flutters in the wind. The words on the cloth are……Dragon Gate Inn.
There’s a pile of straw in front of the inn, and the wind blows it all over the place.
Kuzuki walks into the inn under this gloomy atmosphere.
The inn isn’t big; it only has six tables.
But every table is full of people, not just people—swords and knives are also stacked on them.
When Kuzuki walks in, the noisy atmosphere quiets down, and everyone’s gaze coldly fixes him. It seems to say: there’s no room here; get out.
However, glances can’t kill people, at least not among humans. So Kuzuki doesn’t look at them, heading straight to the counter and telling the owner, “I want to eat.”
Before the owner opens his mouth, a Bearded Man interrupts: “Can’t you see there’s no room here? Get out!”
Kuzuki doesn’t acknowledge him, staring at the owner. He was asking the owner, so he’ll wait for an answer—otherwise, it would be impolite. One of a person’s basic principles is politeness; only dogs bark and interrupt others.
Kuzuki isn’t a dog, so he waits patiently for the owner to respond.
“There are no more seats available, sir.”
Kuzuki nods and turns to leave.
But that Bearded Man is upset. He doesn’t think of himself as a barking dog; he considers himself a big shot. Big shots should be taken seriously when others speak, otherwise, it’s not giving face—The Martial Arts World people can’t stand that.
……Now, Kuzuki is making him look bad.
He grins and pulls out a sword from the hilt, swinging it toward Kuzuki’s throat.
Let me teach this little bastard a lesson.
He just scares Kuzuki for fun. If he could make Kuzuki wet his pants, that would be ideal. The sword is sharp enough to slit his throat. Even though the opponent isn’t strong, you never know who might have backing; inThe Martial Arts World, trust is key before killing someone.
Now, since Kuzuki’s background is unknown, a lesson will suffice to restore face.
He played the drum very well, but unfortunately he met Kuzuki, a man who is a curse.
Kuzuki knocked him out with one punch.
The bearded man in front of everyone else was already lying on the ground when they realized what had happened.
This incredible fist and the intense look on their faces made everyone sit up straight, staring at his fist like it had a flower growing out of it.
The inn was eerily quiet, even the sound of wind blowing through the grass outside could be heard.
Bearded Man and the others sat across from him, each face starting to sweat. Despite sitting closer, no one noticed when Kuzuki struck.
They began sweating but had no choice but to stand up.
In The Martial Arts World, there are many things you can ignore, but one thing you cannot lose is face……”face”.
Despite being afraid, someone still stood up and forced a smile: “Friend, if you kill someone with one punch, that’s a bit excessive, isn’t it?”
“What do you want?”
“Your life!” He suddenly exploded, slapping the table once and drawing another sword. He then stepped on the bench and then on the table, like an eagle soaring through the air to dive at Kuzuki’s throat with a trembling sword tip, probing his windpipe like a poisonous snake.
Then he flew back…… as a dead body.
This time everyone had wide-open eyes, their legs shaking under the table like a drum.
Not every person in The Martial Arts World is so obsessed with face.
Sometimes they value their own life more.
The remaining few at the table quietly slipped away, like mice scurrying along the wall.
Despite the dead body beside him, Kuzuki sat at the table and told the landlord: “Now there are empty seats, I want to eat, landlord.”
The weather wasn’t hot, but the landlord was sweating profusely. He wiped his face with his sleeves and brought over a dish of rice.
“Gentleman, please enjoy your meal slowly……”
Seeing that Kuzuki had no intention of causing trouble, the others relaxed slightly.
They leaned in and began whispering among themselves.
However, they thought their voices were very low, but every word was clearly heard by Kuzuki.
Kuzuki finished eating the food on the table and suddenly stood up.
The inn fell silent all at once, and everyone’s attention was focused on him as he walked toward a red-faced man at the neighboring table.
The red-faced man’s hand rested on his sword. His hands were always steady and quick, but now, the sword lying on the table seemed to have its own will, jumping up and down endlessly, emitting a “dokan-dokan-dokan” sound.
He asked dryly, “Do you mind?”
“I don’t need to ask,” Kuzuki said. “I have a few questions.”
The red-faced man’s sword stopped moving. He replied confidently, “Go ahead and ask.”
Kuzuki heard them discussing plans to attack the Xingxiu Sect.
“Are you from the Xingxiu Sect?” the red-faced man asked.
Kuzuki shook his head and said, “No, I’m also planning to attack the Xingxiu Sect.”
His words immediately made the atmosphere lively. Someone at the neighboring table couldn’t hold back and said, “So you’re also at odds with the Xingxiu Sect? That’s good news! We were just about to move against them…”
The red-faced man said, “That makes sense. We’ve all been hunted by the Xingxiu Sect. Let’s gather together and discuss how to take them on. From what I know, the Xingxiu Sect is planning an attack on Shaolin in a few days. Shaolin is a major faction with many martial arts experts, and with our help, we might just be able to fight them off.”
Kuzuki asked, “What’s the strength of Old Immortal of the Xingxiu (Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils)?”
The red-faced man looked terrified, as did everyone else.
After a while, he whispered, “Old Immortal of the Xingxiu (Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils)’s Energy-Draining Technique is naturally very strong. He’s already killed the leader of the Giant Whale Gang, the Divine Sword Manor Lord of Sword-Forging Manor, the Chief of Twelve Linked Forts, and the True Immortal of Pure Yang at Quanzhen Sect. But even though he’s powerful, he’s only one person. If we join forces, we can definitely kill him.”
Kuzuki asked, “How strong is Shaolin?”
Another man interjected, “The Abbott of Shaolin Temple was a well-known martial arts expert in the Martial Arts World fifteen years ago. He’s defeated countless martial arts experts with his Buddha’s Palm. With him on our side, we can definitely match Ding Chunqiu!”
After asking three questions, Kuzuki turned to leave.
Everyone suddenly pulled him back and said, “Kuzuki-san, why not join us in taking on Ding Chunqiu? More people make for a stronger force…”
Kuzuki didn’t stop his steps. A few moments later, he was at the door and said, “Sometimes, more people don’t necessarily mean greater strength.”
Everyone’s face turned pale, but no one refuted him or dared to speak up.
It seems Kuzuki was right.
The inn fell silent again after Kuzuki’s figure disappeared. Everyone said they only refrained from killing because they didn’t want to take life, not out of any particular loyalty to him.
By the time Kuzuki walked away, he was already heading toward Mount Song.
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