Why do I have so many masters?

Ren Yongchang was already forced into a corner by the opponent's sword light, looking utterly disheveled. Originally, if they truly fought to the death, their swordsmanship should have been about equal, and he shouldn't have shown signs of defeat so quickly.

The opponent's techniques were indeed exquisite, but he had experienced more battles, with more practical experience, and his Internal Strength Martial Body was stronger than his opponent's. However, he had been poisoned a few days ago, and his Vital Energy had not recovered fully.

Even though he was filled with a surge of courage, in the battle, his strength was still weakened by thirty percent.

The courage allowed him to hold his own for a time, but as they exchanged moves into the thirties and forties, his strength gradually couldn't keep up, becoming more and more distressed. He could only rely on his past experience to break down the moves, and as the sword light sped up, he became too weary to cope, almost unable to think.

Just when he almost thought his life was over at this point, a voice suddenly came into his ear.

To others, it seemed like a casual comment, but in Ren Yongchang's ear, it was like a shocking clap of thunder, like a Golden Bell ringing deep in his soul. Without time to think, instinctively he followed the move as instructed.

His wrist trembled as he slashed down with the edge of the spear-breaking blade. At that moment, Lu Wenxuan's Swordsmanship was like winter plum blossoms, cold light glinting, covering Ren Yongchang's acupoints.

He originally planned to entangle him slightly to deplete his strength and then strike as an assassin.

Unexpectedly, this slash suddenly ignored the enemy, executing a mutual destruction technique, accompanied by a fierce whistle. A heavy single-edged knife came slashing towards his brow.

Ren Yongchang had been battling for a while, with a fierce momentum surpassing Lu Wenxuan. Lu Wenxuan was immediately intimidated, instinctively retreating, using his well-practiced movement technique. As he retreated, his longsword attacked the opponent's shoulder acupoint.

But Ren Yongchang immediately followed up with a sidelong slash, his body swaying like a willow by the bank, just managing to avoid that vicious thrust. His blade continuously slashed, and in an instant, ten or more strikes came. Lu Wenxuan's sword attacked the enemy but was a moment too slow in defense, and before he realized it, his sword had been knocked flying.

The heavy chopping knife fell to his side. Ren Yongchang was about to hold back when a Seventh Rank Qi Mechanism man suddenly stepped forward, patted the cloth pouch at his waist, and a Qimen Weapon broke through the bag and flew out, knocking Ren Yongchang's weapon back.

Simultaneously, that man pulled Lu Wenxuan back, caught the Qimen Weapon, which looked like a hoe, with one hand, and caught the sword with the other, stepping forward, saying:

"Your Martial Arts are lacking, let the master seek advice from this gentleman's Martial Arts."

"Step down."

Lu Wenxuan staggered back two steps, barely avoiding the waist-level slash.

And that middle-aged man had already raised both hands, each unleashing unique moves, attacking Ren Yongchang, saying: "I am here to learn from your Martial Arts."

Ren Yongchang, both shocked and angry, said:

"Your Martial Arts surpass mine several times over, how can I fight?"

"Do you have any shame?!"

The man said expressionlessly:

"Sir, you are too modest."

"Please teach me."

After speaking, his two weapons crossed in yin and yang, attacking directly at high speed, which Ren Yongchang could hardly react to. At that moment, a voice came again to his ear, saying:

"Retreat three steps, twist your body, strike the mountain to shake the tiger."

Ren Yongchang felt reassured, without hesitation, retreated three big steps, twisted his body, and swung his knife. The blade gleamed with a cold flash, like a streak of light. The middle-aged man, not wanting to take advantage of his superior Inner Strength, thrust his left-handed sword at Ren Yongchang's shoulder and chest acupoints, while the right-handed hoe swung with brute force at his waist.

Unexpectedly, Ren Yongchang could suddenly execute this surprising move, not only managing to avoid the double strike perfectly, but also the arc of light sliced directly down towards the artery in the man's neck.

This slash was fierce and poisonous; if it hit, even with deep Internal Strength, it would still cause significant injury. Startled, he hurriedly changed moves.

"Golden Dragon Emerge from the Cave."

Again, a voice sounded in Ren Yongchang's ear, and he stepped forward without hesitation, with Inner Strength channeling into his knife, drawing a cut and a thrust, the blade's edge precisely avoiding the opponent's weapon and still targeting the middle-aged man's throat vitally.

After these two moves, there was no longer any hesitation in Ren Yongchang towards Wang Anfeng's instructions. He acted as soon as he heard the voice, a stark contrast to before when he lagged in response compared to this sect-bred Seventh Rank Martial Artist. Now, saving time from thinking, he could continue his onslaught, forcing the opponent to retreat repeatedly.

The opponent was using martial arts from the Tian Qing Sect.

The elders of Tian Qing Sect were originally from a Taoist Sect branch, and their martial arts were all cleverly ethereal, seemingly intricate and profound. But Wang Anfeng, constrained by the fact that Ren Yongchang was a Parthian, could only guide him with basic knife moves, which were practiced by martial artists from surrounding countries: ancient and simplistic.

Those spectating around also recognized the value, watching Ren Yongchang, injured as he was, use the most unremarkable techniques to counter such sophisticated martial arts, they were all in shock.

They naturally knew that an ordinary Iron Guard couldn't possibly have such insight. Their attention shifted to the idle young man in the house, whispering and developing new opinions of this seemingly frail new neighbor.

Pu Yongyan watched in amazement. Ren Yongchang was his subordinate and was just an ordinary herdsman back in the day. All of his knife techniques were personally taught by him, so Pu Yongyan knew precisely the level of his martial arts.

But at this moment, in the courtyard, the knife in the hands of the swordsman was fierce and ruthless, with a desperate edge yet extremely precise, fully embodying the violent and dominant aspects of knife techniques. Each move was vicious, and with cultivation nearing the Eighth Rank, he managed to beat a Seventh Rank sect martial artist to the point that they had no opportunity to retaliate at all.