SFS Chapter 17: Little Li's Flying Dagger, Never Missing its Mark
Chapter 17: Little Li's Flying Dagger, Never Missing its Mark
At this moment, everyone fell silent.
Looking at Ding Baiyun's cold expression, and then at Xue Bufeng, who was casually playing with his wine cup with a playful expression, he knew that this young lady of the Ding family was determined to interfere.
Given the Ding family's prestige and strength in the martial arts world, if she truly wanted to protect this person, who would dare to offend her easily?
Wanmatang was already under pressure from Shendaotang, and now if the Ding family were added to the mix...
Yun Zaitian, who had been observing silently, suddenly spoke slowly:
"Miss Ding, are you really going to get involved in this matter? You come from a prestigious martial arts family, and Wanmatang has no intention of offending you."
"But Master Ma of Wanmatang is dead, and we are determined to settle this score. Although your martial arts are high, it won't be easy for the two of you to leave Wanmatang alone. Why make things so tense between the Ding family and Wanmatang? Your elders probably wouldn't want to see that happen either, would they?"
He bit down on "the two" a little harder, his gaze sweeping over Ding Baiyun and Xue Bufu.
Clearly, everyone could see the threat posed by Ding Baiyun and Xue Bufu, but under the siege of hundreds of disciples from Wanmatang, this threat was definitely not significant.
The saying goes, "A generous reward will surely bring forth brave men."
Even if Ma Kongqun were to use money to bribe his way out of trouble, he could find countless reckless young people.
As for the three women Xue Bufeng brought?
Apart from a few lecherous men present, no one paid any attention from beginning to end.
Just then, another voice, almost forgotten by everyone, rang out leisurely with a smile:
"Who said they were two different people?"
Everyone's gaze sharpened, instantly turning towards the source of the sound.
The down-on-his-luck middle-aged man who had been drinking alone and coughing incessantly had already put down his glass sometime earlier.
He raised his gentle eyes, meeting countless sneer and scrutinizing gazes, and smiled:
"Now, there should be three people."
Three people?
Everyone was stunned at first, then all kinds of eyes shot towards Li Xunhuan like lightning.
A pair of eyes immediately filled with disdain...
What gives this sickly drunkard the right to say such things?
Who does he think he is?
Having just gotten up from the ground, feeling utterly humiliated and filled with shame and indignation, Young Master Zhao found an outlet for his anger. Ignoring the pain in his hand, he pointed at Li Xunhuan and shouted angrily:
"And who do you think you are? How dare you speak so arrogantly here! State your name!"
Li Xunhuan had not yet answered.
Ding Baiyun sneered again.
The laughter was like icicles striking each other, crisp yet chilling.
"What a snobbish attitude!"
She surveyed the room full of self-proclaimed heroes, especially the resentful young men, and each word she uttered struck their hearts like an ice pick:
"You all consider yourselves heroes, so knowledgeable and experienced, how come you don't even recognize the famous Li Xunhuan after all this time?"
The moment the name "Li Xunhuan" was uttered, it was like a silent thunderclap striking the dome of the Wanma Hall!
Ma Kongqun's facial muscles suddenly stiffened, and his pupils contracted sharply. Gongsun Duan's hand on the hilt of his sword trembled violently; Hua Mantian's straight, spear-like figure swayed; Yun Zaitian's cold gaze froze instantly!
Grandpa Liu gasped, unable to believe that this down-on-his-luck drunkard was the once-famous Little Li Flying Dagger.
Lord Sun suddenly stood up, and even the representatives of other aristocratic families and the disciples of Wanmatang, who had been trying to remain calm, all changed color!
The arrogant young master Zhao, who was just moments before, opened his mouth wide, his face drained of color, and his finger pointing at Li Xunhuan froze in mid-air, trembling like a leaf in the wind. The rest of his words were stuck in his throat and he could not utter them.
Li Xunhuan's flying dagger never misses its mark!
As the saying goes, a person's name casts a shadow on a tree. The name Li Xunhuan represents more than just a name; it represents an absolute power that can move any martial artist to tears, command respect, or terrify them!
After all, he was the third-ranked expert on the weapons ranking list!
A deathly silence descended once more.
This time, however, the silence was not filled with mere murderous intent or anger, but with shock!
And a hint of fear quietly creeping in.
All eyes were drawn to the disheveled middle-aged man who had just been coughing and drinking, as if drawn by a magnet.
Is he Li Xunhuan?
The famous Li Tanhua?
How did he end up here?
How did I come to know this god-like swordsman?
Ma Kongqun's heart sank completely.
He knew that things had completely spiraled out of control.
Soon, whispers arose, and surprised, horrified, and incredulous gazes fell upon the disheveled drinker.
Who would have thought that this sickly middle-aged man, who was silently drinking and coughing from time to time, was actually the famous Li Tanhua, who had disappeared for ten years?
Ma Kongqun's face was gloomy, and his heart was in turmoil.
He didn't take the mysterious swordsman seriously, but the addition of the Ding family made them somewhat troublesome, though he had ways to deal with them.
And now even the legendary Flying Dagger Li, which hasn't been seen for many years, has reappeared...
Li Xunhuan took in everyone's astonishment and doubt, and couldn't help but smile, a hint of weariness in his smile.
"Please don't misunderstand, everyone. I didn't come back from beyond the Great Wall specifically to cause trouble for Wanmatang. It's just that I couldn't bear to leave this wonderful world in the Central Plains."
"I was passing through the border town when I heard that there was an extraordinary swordsman here who was unruly and unique. I was very curious about him. I also figured that most of the forces in the border town had already been taught a lesson by him, and Wanmatang would probably not be able to escape unscathed either, so I came to join in the fun."
"I never expected to see any excitement, but instead I ran into this old friend who loves to cause even more trouble."
His tone was calm, as if he were truly just an observer who had stumbled into the situation by mistake.
But everyone could see that although he said he was just there to join in the fun, that was before.
Now that his old friend is here, he would never stand idly by.
Hearing this, Ma Kongqun understood the reasoning, but his heart sank even further.
He slowly sat up straight, his gaze sweeping like a hawk between Li Xunhuan, Xue Bufu, and Ding Baiyun. His voice was low and slow, as if he had made a tremendous decision:
"Even if the once-famous Little Li Flying Dagger were here, there would only be... three people."
His tone hardened, carrying a fierce and decisive quality:
"Is Little Li's Flying Dagger truly invincible? Can a flying dagger ranked third on the weapon ranking list really disregard my entire Wanma Hall?"
These words were like a shot in the arm, bringing many of Wanmatang's core members, who had been intimidated by the name "Little Li Flying Dagger," back to their senses.
Yes, no matter how skillful a throwing knife is, it's still just a throwing knife.
How many throwing knives could Li Xunhuan possibly have?
Without throwing knives, can Li Xunhuan still maintain his third place on the weapon ranking list?
This place is the headquarters of Wanmatang, surrounded by experts, a gathering of elites, and no shortage of suicide soldiers.
If they really swarm in, how can three people possibly hold them off?
Many people's eyes turned hostile again, and their hands quietly returned to their weapons.
Upon hearing this, Li Xunhuan was not annoyed at all; instead, he smiled again.
He finally stood up.
He was already beside Xue Bufeng, and at this moment, he naturally raised his hand and gently patted Xue Bufeng's shoulder.
This casual gesture, like greeting an old friend, made everyone present tense, wondering what he meant.