Martial Arts Escort System: I Got A Maxed Level Divine Technique From The Beginning

Chapter 117: Chapter 107: The Agreement of Three Palms_3

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“You… what nonsense are you spouting?”

Wang Xiong had barely touched the chair when he abruptly stood up with a whoosh.

Su Mo’s words were utterly lethal, decisively brutal.

Not only were his words implicating Feng Wuxiang, but no one from the Seven Extremes Hall could remain unaffected.

Should this news spread, even if he does not die within an instant, Wang Xiong’s future would surely be fraught with difficulty, and it was even more likely he would be feared and loathed by Feng Wuxiang.

One must realize that rumors, at first, are often dismissed lightheartedly.

But as one hears them over and over, one can’t help but let their imagination run wild.

Even if Feng Wuxiang’s determination was extraordinary, to not be affected by such talk, as long as there is one voice within Seven Extremes Hall, one person harboring such thoughts… openly or in secret, Wang Xiong’s life would likely be forfeited because of what was just said.

With this thought in mind, his eyes reddened, and he furiously glared up at Su Mo:

“You despicable one, dare to ruin my reputation!?”

As his voice fell, a hand reached out, and with a swish, a single blade appeared, stepping within a foot of Su Mo and striking with the blade!

The sword skills of the Sword Master were naturally extraordinary, but before his blade could fall, his wrist was already grasped by Su Mo’s Great Opening Sun Dispersal Hand.

With Inner Strength flowing through, Wang Xiong didn’t slash Su Mo. Instead, he thudded to his knees in front of Su Mo.

An effortless press, and another hand raised, ready to strike down on Wang Xiong’s forehead.

“Spare him, please!!”

Feng Wuxiang cried out in alarm, rushing forward to intercept Su Mo’s hand.

But unexpectedly, Su Mo countered with a backhand smack, meeting his open palm.

After a mere instant of their palms clashing, Feng Wuxiang’s body shook violently, he suddenly spewed a mouthful of fresh blood, and was sent flying backward.

Su Mo cast him a glance, his hand casually falling again, striking atop Wang Xiong’s skull.

Wang Xiong’s body jolted, and he fell to the ground, dead.

Su Mo looked at the corpse before him, frowning slightly, then spoke to the horrified Feng Wuxiang watching from afar:

“Seven Extremes Hall has a unique way of apologizing, which this junior has learned well today. Gentlemen, you may return for now. I, Su, shall soon visit Seven Extremes Hall to apologize for killing the Sword Master. If you gentlemen dare show the slightest dissatisfaction…

“Hmph, then don’t think that I, Su, am so easily bullied!”

His words almost exactly repeated those of Wang Xiong, and silence fell upon the crowd.

Not only from his words but also because of Su Mo’s martial arts skills.

As a Sword Master capable of holding his position, he naturally had some impressive skills, yet before fully comprehending what was happening, he was promptly killed by Su Mo’s hand.

How formidable must Feng Wuxiang’s martial arts be?

He rushed forward to save someone and not only failed but was beaten back, bloodied.

News from Xuanji Valley had spread too recently, and many were still ignorant.

Though they had heard, they also felt that Jianghu rumors are often exaggerated.

Now, though it appeared to be a visit for an apology, the actual motive was to pressure and intimidate Su Mo into backing down.

Otherwise, why would Feng Wuxiang let Wang Xiong act so recklessly?

But who could have expected that Su Mo’s martial arts were indeed supreme!

As for leaving… how could they leave?

If they truly left, the matter would be settled, waiting only for Su Mo to knock on their door, to seek retribution one by one.

But if they didn’t leave… what to say?

Feng Wuxiang is, after all, the Great Hall Master of Seven Extremes Hall, his thoughts swift and surprising.

Seeing Wang Xiong dead on the ground, he suddenly took a deep breath, and his expression turned into a carefree smile:

“Well! Many thanks, Lord Su of Ziyang Escort!”

Su Mo raised an eyebrow lightly: “Master Feng, why do you say this?”

“Wang Xiong had long deserved death, for deceiving and manipulating within Seven Extremes Hall, and allowing his disciples to act recklessly. He was already an intolerable presence to Seven Extremes Hall.

“The reason I asked Lord Su to show mercy was not to save him, but such a person does not deserve the indignity of staining Lord Su’s hands.”

As Feng Wuxiang spoke, he bowed solemnly:

“The disrespectful words and incoherent speech of Wang Xiong just now… Today, why would we be here to apologize? Clearly, it’s to express gratitude.

“The Weapon Master and this Sword Master are birds of a feather; Lord Su has helped us correct chaos with order, and Seven Extremes Hall is grateful for this favor, yet has nothing to offer in return, except for this modest gift to show our sincerity.”

While speaking, he gave a signal to the rest of the people.

Immediately someone understood, quickly retrieving a square box from their bag:

“Lord Su of the Ziyang Escort, this is a small token from all of us, we ask for your gracious acceptance.”

For a moment, Su Mo was somewhat speechless; the rapid changes were truly too sudden, like the stormy winds of Jianghu, catching one off guard.

“Seven Extremes Hall is indeed extraordinary, that Sword Master the other night, in front of me, calling a deer a horse, using such lowly tactics.

“I had my doubts at that time, unclear as to why he would stoop to such methods.

“Now, looking at Master Feng, it all becomes clear.

“It is said, ’Like master, like disciple,’ truly no deception there…”

Su Mo looked indifferently at Feng Wuxiang: “Master Feng, do you take me for a three-year-old child? Do you really think I would believe these words?”

Feng Wuxiang’s expression instantly stiffened, the way out he provided was ignored; he took a deep breath:

“Lord Su of the Escort, what will it be?”

“You have all made the journey here today, which shows some sincerity. With that said, to keep you all here at Ziyang Escort Agency, friends in Jianghu might accuse me, Su Mo, of lacking magnanimity.

“I think it might be better this way. Master Feng, your skills are as boundless as heaven and earth; I would be bold and ask for a lesson with three palms from Master Feng.

“After three palms, let us consider the grudges dissolved. How does Master Feng feel about this?”

Feng Wuxiang was taken aback, just one palm earlier told him Su Mo’s inner strength was inscrutable.

Three palms?

Wouldn’t that just beat him to death?

The best course of action for now, perhaps, was to leave.

Yet as he looked up, his heart sank heavily.

The remaining Weapon Masters of Seven Extremes Hall, down to only five, were all at his side, staring at him.

They had come to his aid after Feng Wuxiang was knocked back, but now their hands subconsciously tightened, unwilling to let him leave.

Though Su Mo’s words were few, his meaning was very clear.

Anyhow, as long as Feng Wuxiang endured his three palms, the grievances would end there…

In other words, regardless of whether Feng Wuxiang survived the three palms, at the least… they could survive!

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