Type-Moon Assassination Fist 88
by TINY FAN FICTIONType-Moon Assassination Fist 88
Edited by: Tiny Fan Fiction
Chapter 88 True and False
This question is one that everyone has been wondering about.
Martial Arts Alliance Leader: Everyone wants to be it, but not everyone can. How many people can actually do it?
Hidden Sword Taoist raised his hand and made a bowing gesture around the room, saying: “In terms of reputation, the Shaolin Temple is one of the most famous sects in the world. In terms of strength, Master Xuanku was not even playing with the top martial artists 15 years ago when he dominated the Martial Arts World. In terms of wisdom, Master Xuanku, as the abbot of the Shaolin Temple, naturally has no shortage of it. Therefore, I recommend Master Xuanku for the position of Martial Arts Alliance Leader!”
“Amitabha…”Master Xuanku chanted a Buddhist prayer loudly and shook his head, saying: “As a monk, I dare not compete with you, Mr. Hideo, in terms of name and reputation. This position of Martial Arts Alliance Leader is better suited to someone else.”
“Then…”Hidden Sword Taoist looked at the others again, his gaze sweeping over several well-known elders.
The leader of the Sea Sand Gang, the Beggar Sect’s Nine-Pouch Elder, Northern Void Swordsman, Demon-Sighted Clock without a peer, and Eagle King. These five individuals looked at Hidden Sword Taoist as he scanned them. None of them wanted the job; some shook their heads, others looked down.
These people are all outstanding individuals, cunning and sly. They wouldn’t be swayed by such a meaningless title.
Even if they could defeat Xingxiu Sect, it would likely result in heavy casualties. Who would take the blame afterward? Plus, the title of Martial Arts Alliance Leader sounds impressive, but how can you guarantee that everyone will follow your orders without any dissent? Only with overwhelming strength, a combination of fear and reward, fair punishment, and enough time can someone truly hold the position.
This election was only to oppose Xingxiu Sect. After things settle down, it will likely be dissolved. To continue, they’d need to show their full power.
In any case, it’s a hassle.
Hidden Sword Taoist looked around but no one paid attention to him. He then volunteered: “Since none of you are speaking up, I’ll make a recommendation for the Martial Arts Alliance Leader position. If anyone disagrees, feel free to speak out, and I’ll step aside.”
Kuzuki stared at him from the crowd for a while before suddenly asking Liu Chengshuang beside him: “What are the characteristics of a skilled swordsman?”
Liu Chengshuang was taken aback, saying: “I’m not sure about that. Hmm… Years of sword training will leave calluses on the palms; swordsmen generally have sharp eyes and a cold expression when looking at others.”
“Then look closely at Hidden Sword Taoist’s hands and his sword handle.”
Liu Chengshuang listened intently, and after a moment, his body suddenly tensed, with cold sweat dripping down his face.
[That doesn’t seem right. That Hidden Sword Taoist isn’t right! From what I know, Hidden Sword Taoist is undoubtedly a sword-wielding martial artist who practices sword techniques daily without fail. The rough cloth wrapped around the sword handle is almost worn down, but why are his hands so white and flawless?]
Liu Chengshuang looked at his own hands because of years of training in Splitting Water Thrust. He could clearly see calluses on his palms.
He glanced at the others, noticing that everyone had calluses, just in different locations (Brother Ge’s fists were almost smooth, implying he was a boxer). When looking at Kuzuki’s hands, Liu Chengshuang had a flash of insight.
No doubt, the condition of a person’s body can reveal what kind of weapon they use.
Why would a sword-wielding martial artist have no calluses on his palms?
Is the internal energy high enough to make the body reborn and repair damage? Fixing defects?
Liu Chengshuang’s gaze passed over Eagle King, Northern Void Swordsman, etc., discovering that Eagle King’s fingers were like those of an old eagle—tough with knotted muscles and thick tendons. Northern Void Swordsman’s hands, however, were long and powerful, with calluses thicker than a tiger’s paws.
Liu Chengshuang immediately thought of a bad guess: Hidden Sword Taoist was probably not the real person; he was just an unskilled swordsman pretending to be him.
Then he had an even more terrifying thought: If Hidden Sword Taoist hadn’t died, he wouldn’t tolerate being impersonated by others. He would kill whoever impersonated him and falsely claim to be the Martial Arts Alliance Leader—why?
Fear tightened Liu Chengshuang’s heart, making his face pale and cold sweat dripping down.
“Looks like Brother Ge already figured it out.”
A wave of hope suddenly surged through Liu Chengshuang. This obscure Kuzuki had such sharp observational skills and calm judgment—surely he was exceptional.
“Brother Ge, you’ve probably figured this out already, right? What do we do now? There are so many people around us. Just break through that disguise pretending to be Hidden Sword Taoist, and we’ll definitely catch him!”
Kuzuki didn’t show any joy; he simply looked at the scene with Hidden Sword Taoist in front of him, thinking about something far away.
Suddenly, he nodded slightly: “Good. Let’s leave this to Brother Ge. I believe in you.”
Liu Chengshuang heard this and was about to shout—(Brother Ge, why didn’t you shout? Why are you making me shout instead?)—
But before he could think further, Kuzuki lightly tapped him on the shoulder, sending him rolling uncontrollably.
“Oh my……”
“Oh~”
“Who are you?”
He rolled all the way through the crowd, crashing into a clear path on the square before coming to a stop.
Liu Chengshuang, dazed and disoriented, stood up only to find everyone staring at him. If he didn’t say something soon, he’d be torn apart for sure.
He wasn’t about to let that happen. He pointed his sword at Hidden Sword Taoist and shouted: “This guy is fake! Don’t believe him—he’s not the real Hidden Sword Taoist!”
His words struck like a thunderclap, shocking everyone around. Many people couldn’t believe it: “Who are you? Dare to speak so boldly here?”
“I know him; he’s Liu Chengshuang of Qingcheng Sect.”
“ThisLiu Chengshuang is crazy, Hidden Sword TaoistZhuo Shaohua couldn’t be fake?”
The buzzing sound in the arena was like a few thousand flies, and the waves almost drowned out Liu Chengshuang’s voice.
The dark-robed monk suddenly drank: “Silence!”
Silence… silence…
The sound was like a great bell or drum, deafening. It was also like lightning striking quickly and heard from afar. For a moment, the only sound echoing in the arena was “Silence.” A few moments later, the echo faded, leaving the arena quiet.
After using Buddhist Lion Roar to wake everyone up, the dark-robed monk looked at Liu Chengshuang and said: “This guest, does this statement have any evidence?”
“Of course… it’s natural…” Liu Chengshuang slowly explained his thoughts.
His words were logical and clear. Everyone in the arena nodded in agreement, all looking at Hidden Sword Taoist.
A hot-headed figure roared: “Mr. Zhuo, why aren’t you saying anything? This Liu Chengshuang’s statement, is it really true?”
“Yeah! Say it, what are you pretending to be Hidden Sword Taoist for? What are you planning to do?”
“Is Hidden Sword Taoist really dead?”
A clang!
A long sword drawn from its scabbard interrupted everyone’s words.
Hidden Sword Taoist suddenly pulled out a sword, moving as fast as lightning. Many people couldn’t see his movements clearly, only seeing a faint gray shadow flash and disappear!
Then, a light appeared in the air, a dazzling, icy blade of light!
The light was curved and agile, like it had life.
But only for an instant, it quietly disappeared, leaving only a beautiful mark on everyone’s retina.
A sharp whistling sound!
A deep crack appeared beneath Hidden Sword Taoist and stretched out to Liu Chengshuang standing two meters away!
“What about the sword technique?”
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