Login with GoogleChapter 174: Come be my son
Unfortunately, no HP bar also means no drops.
Bai Wei didn't even plan to reveal his real sword and started teaching on the spot.
"Come."
He pointed at himself. "Take my sword!"
Quite arrogant.
Can the thug endure?
Can't endure!
He charged, swinging the knife. His wrist turned, rolling the blade, and it came down on his opponent's head.
In an instant, Bai Wei grabbed the wooden sword with his other hand, took a step forward but to the right, evading the opponent's position. The wooden sword met the steel sword from the side, not a direct collision, but rubbing against the blade, quickly reducing the force of the strike, while also brushing past the blade.
At this moment, Bai Wei greeted the thug from the left side, raising the wooden sword with his other hand. He then twisted his wrist, and the wooden sword, close to his elbow, slammed fiercely on the back of the steel sword, hitting the weakest part in the center of the blade.
Crack, bang!
The back of the steel sword couldn't withstand the heavy blow, as if a lively and vivid large silverfish was cut in half from the back.
Hokusinn Kichyō widened her eyes. She had never heard or seen this move before.
Of course, it was.
In the sword technique schools of Yingzhou, there was no reverse-grip sword technique, and there were very few types of weapons, mainly focused on knives, swords, and spears. However, in the martial arts schools of the Ming Country, there were various martial arts and weapons that had a mutual growth and restraint relationship.
This move of the Broken Blade technique comes from the Qijia's Wadao Art, designed for Miao knives to specifically counter the samurai swords of Dongying's warriors. It involves skimming past the opponent's swinging blade and then using the heavy momentum of the Miao knife to strike the back of their blade, breaking it in the process.
Although the samurai sword is good, the sword like Wolf's Kusabimaru that can withstand battle-axes and giant swords doesn't exist in reality... Its flexibility is poor, and it is prone to easily shatter during clashes. Especially the back of the blade, it can't withstand the impact of blunt weapons.
So, just one move can break their sword.
Without the sharpness of the samurai sword, the opponent becomes nothing more than a punching bag.
Bai Wei discarded the wooden sword, clenched his fist, and swung a punch at the attacker's face. With the strength of his arms, his muscle fibers tightened like steel cables, and the force flowed through every muscle, directly hitting the side of the face. The iron mask shattered on the spot.
The figure was thrown away, flying more than ten meters away and almost crashing into the beam.
“With this level of skill, you dare to be an assassin... I suggest you go to the Black Knife Assassin Group to learn how to kill a demigod.”
Bai Wei clenched his fist, he never had any sympathy for murderers. He had beheaded a certain Fujiwara and slaughtered an entire mercenary group before, and now he could kill this person with just three punches.
Just as he was about to attack, he heard a scream.
Hokusinn Kichyō rushed forward and hugged him from behind, grabbing his waist.
“Don't do it!" she exclaimed in panic.
“Shouldn't we have killed this scourge earlier instead of keeping him for the New Year?”
“Of course, we have to keep him for the New Year!" Hokusinn Kichyō said with a mournful face. "He is my father!"
“??” Bai Wei was stunned and turned his head abruptly to look at the figure standing up.
... So that's why his health bar wasn't displayed?
... He really is an actor!
... Oh no, I've been fooled!
The broken mask was taken off, revealing a cheek that had been cut, blood dripping. The middle-aged man, who had looked strong and handsome in his youth, appeared disheveled now. He had a grimace on his face as he looked at his daughter, who was being held by another man.
The old father's emotions were complex, but suddenly he understood a lot.
Knowing his daughter's personality, it didn't take much guesswork to figure out who this man was when he saw how boldly she was interacting with him.
“Ouch..." He touched his face, feeling the pain as the fragments had embedded in his flesh. It hurt even to move.
“Father!" Hokusinn Kichyō immediately let go and ran over. "You, you..."
“Just a minor injury." Hokusinn Xuanma looked at his daughter. "What about you? Are you okay?"
Hokusinn Kichyō lightly shook her head. "Superficial injuries."
Hokusinn Xuanma nodded. "You've become much stronger. I thought you would cry."
"Will it be better if I cry?" Kichyō smiled instead. "Father, are you testing whether I am worthy of inheriting the name of Hokusinn?"
"I'm sorry to have disappointed you."
She sighed softly. "I lost."
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Hokusinn Xuanma ruffled his daughter's hair. "No, my daughter, you are already remarkable. You have held on for so long, which was beyond my expectations. I wanted to test your character and see if you were prepared enough."
"Facing the sudden appearance of an armed enemy, you didn't run away in panic, nor did you give up on the lives of those fallen. Moreover, you didn't lose courage in the face of real danger. You are already an excellent successor. What more can I ask for? Should I ask you to defeat me?"
Hokusinn Kichyō's eyes turned red, and she couldn't say anything.
She rarely received such recognition from her father, and these words were like music to her ears, making her feel that her hardships had finally paid off.
Bai Wei whispered, "Actually, defeating you wouldn't be that difficult..."
"Mr. Bai!" Kichyō turned around and gave him a reproachful glare.
"I was wrong. I'll take my leave," Bai Wei thought he should be outside of the room.
"Wait!" Hokusinn Xuanma spoke up, asking him to stay. "Would you mind staying? I would like to have a private talk with you for a while."
Bai Wei was not too pleased, but Hokusinn Kichyō made a gesture to him —— "Please, there will be delicious snacks as a bonus."
Bai Wei reluctantly agreed, "Alright."
Then, under the surprised gazes of the father and daughter, he chose a corner, put on a protective mask, and lay down, pretending to be "severely injured and fallen," displaying a professional dedication as an actor.
Hokusinn Kichyō felt embarrassed. "He is not like this usually."
Hokusinn Xuanma said with complexity, "Are you suggesting that he is even worse on a regular basis?"
Blushing, Kichyō said, "Of course not. He is a very serious and mature person."
"I can't see that at all. He is even more mischievous than I was back then."
"Father..." she elongated her tone and started to act spoiled.
Hokusinn Xuanma patted his daughter's shoulder. "But being able to step up at a critical moment makes you a good man, and your choice to strike me shows good judgment. You're much better than your mother... I was beaten badly by your grandfather back then."
The old father expressed his expectations. "Go, take the final step, and complete the trial of the Hundred People Uprising!"
Hokusinn Kichyō nodded earnestly, headed towards the exit of the training hall, pushed open the door, took a deep breath, and walked towards the shrine of the Hokusinn family.
As she left, Hokusinn Xuanma got up. His injuries were not serious, he had only pretended to be weak to get his daughter's attention.
He walked over to Bai Wei and said, "Let's go, Mr. Bai, let's have a chat."
Bai Wei reluctantly got up and said, "But I'm seriously injured."
"Trying to deceive for medical expenses, huh? I'll double them for you!"
“Yes, boss!"
“And all of you who have woken up, stop pretending! Clean up quickly!"
Amidst the clamor, the seven or eight people who were thought to have passed out half-rose, rubbing their heads and awkwardly laughing as they ran out of the door. They had been lying motionless like corpses just a few seconds ago, but now they were running around energetically... The human body is truly amazing.
Bai Wei, "Tsk..."
...
In the reception room, an older maid put down a medical box and was using tweezers to remove thorns from Hokusinn Xuanma's face.
Ato treated the wound, disinfected it, and applied a bandage. Since it was a puncture wound, it couldn't be stitched up and could only heal on its own.
Bai Wei looked at Hokusinn Xuanma with a subtle expression.
“I'm fine, just took a punch," Hokusinn Xuanma misunderstood his gaze.
“Seems like I went easy on you," Bai Wei replied.
“Huh?"
“What I meant was, I should have used Flame Fist on you," Bai Wei said without hesitation.
“Why?" Hokusinn Xuanma was puzzled. It was their first meeting, and his impression of Bai Wei was actually not bad. He didn't dislike men who seemed unconventional on the surface but had principles deep down. Otherwise, he wouldn't have agreed to let his daughter lend his beloved motorcycle to Bai Wei.
“You even chopped your own daughter, so can't I show some anger towards you?" Bai Wei said expressionlessly.
Hokusinn Xuanma burst into laughter at the words. "You're right, this kind of man should be hit hard!"
Hokusinn Xuanma covered his face and said, "Of course, I care deeply for my daughter, so deep down I'm also reluctant. But there are some things that even if we don't want to, we have to do... I am a father, and also the head of the Hokusinn family. Unconditional doting is not something I should do, it's something her husband should do."
Bai Wei raised an eyebrow. "Please be direct."
Hokusinn Xuanma nodded and immediately said seriously, "Become my son!"
