284 Hard Fight 1

"Ah! They had arranged for support. This is bad," grunted Lin Liushui as he fell into step beside Qin Feng. With his Lightness-of-Body skill, the handsome fellow didn't have the slightest trouble keeping up with the youngest of the group.

Who was more focused on the interloper, bounding towards them. He could barely hold in his surprise too, when he got a good look at the same.

That fellow was as round as an embroidered ball!

"Ha ha ha ha ha! It seems the women of the Snow Swallow Palace have more courage than wisdom! To think that you dare to strike back at our Purple Serpent Sect!"

Qin Feng bit off a snarl when he heard that shout, and just in time to catch the large-bellied fellow charge into the team of Snow Swallow Palace's women at the side entrance of the shop. They had just finished dealing with two of the three Purple Serpent operatives there, and had the remaining braggart on the run when the fat man appeared.

But the fellow seemed more concerned about the running disciple of the Purple Serpent Sect than the women, and his large hands caught the runaway by the throat as he passed the fleeing man. A sharp twist later, he dropped his carcasses onto the narrow road in front of the village, as he calmly strode towards the band of seven women.

"Don't mind me. I was just getting rid of the trash that dared to run away like that, dirtying our proud Purple Serpent Sect's name like that. I trust that you have already had your fill as well? So perhaps we can have a nice long talk. About how you lot are going to squeal under my long, hard c*ck tonight!"

Qin Feng cursed, even as the women shouted at the man in response to his words. Didn't they know that it was just another way of agitating one's enemies, so that they would be distracted? But he found nothing amiss, even though he swept through the stretch between the fat man and the woods in the distance.

Could it be that he was really alone?

But the fat man was already fast approaching, and he knew that he could not hold back any longer! So he concentrated his zhenqi into that handful of pebbles that he had snatched up earlier, and hurled them at the Purple Serpent Sect's man! Just like how he had dealt with his subordinates earlier!

"Retreat! Fall back now! To the shop!"

"F*ck your mother! Who threw stones at me?! You want to die?"

Qin Feng cursed when he saw that the pebbles that he had thrown had hardly any effect. And that was with his zhenqi backing the same! Could it be that this Purple Serpent Sect fellow had bronze skin and iron bones?

In that case ...

[Four Seasons Sword: Shards of Winter Frost!]

But the weapon in his hands only made loud pinging noises when it clashed with the fat man's arms! Which was enough to make Qin Feng skip back in surprise.

What sort of martial arts was that? To be able to fend off his thrusts as though they were nothing more that twigs and pebbles? How did he do that?

"So you are the one!"

The fat man's arms swung in his direction, and Qin Feng had a vague impression of a fist technique. It was similar to something that he had seen before too. The flesh on the thick, fat arms should have been flabby, but there was something encasing it. Something that made it as hard as steel!

Gang qi! The fat man was infusing his zhenqi into the muscles and fat of his arms, and that was what was responsible for the damage he was causing! And how he was deflecting damage that he had received so far!

Well, if he wasn't able to penetrate the fat man's qi reinforcement with a sword, he would have to try something else, didn't he? Qin Feng quickly summoned his zhenqi to his left hand, and threw that out that his opponent.

[White Jade Hands: Eclipse the Moon!]

The full force of the palm technique worked better than his sword, pushing the fat man back even as Qin Feng thanked the agents of Heaven that were watching over him. The Iron Skin Technique that his enemy was using was more geared towards defending against weapons, rather than internal strength. He had even left a reddish mark on the obese fellow!

However, it did not look like he had sufficient zhenqi to cause any significant injury on the fellow. At least, not without hitting the fat slob somewhere critical. Qin Feng was not too confident of that, given how the man had managed to fend off almost all of his blows.

And it was clear that he was relying on his thick layers of body fat was protecting his internal organs from his White Jade Hands!

"The White Jade Beauty Hands? You are a disciple of the Snow Swallow Palace? But ... What is this? You are a woman disguised as a man?"

The disgusting fellow looked as if he was about to puke, while his words were enough to make Qin Feng's face go red at once. And had the young man using the vilest expletives he knew on him immediately!

"What the f*ck are you talking about! I am a man, you ignorant, dog-f*cking fat slob! Who says that men cannot learn this f*cking palm technique? Your mother!"

"F*ck you! You dare to curse my mother?! You f*cking eunuch!"

Qin Feng yelled back at once. "Who is a eunuch? You are the eunuch! You are a f*cking fat eunuch!" he roared, as he launched another sword attack at the fat fellow.

But this time, he was targeting his opponent's eyes!

[Four Seasons Sword: Blazing Sun of Summer!]

The first of the sword strikes caught the fat man by surprise, and he barely had time to slam his eyelids down before Qin Feng's sword caught him. But he threw up his hands after that, and seemed to be pushing his palms at his younger opponent as hard and as fast as he could. Qin Feng's sword style clashed with those meaty paws with more force than he had expected. And he found himself being thrown back by the rebound.

Still, the assault seemed to have done the fat man some damage: his eyes were reddened and tearing, and Qin Feng heard his screams of pain and frustration as the obese fellow charged at him. No doubt, he was intent on taking revenge for what Qin Feng had just done to him.

"My lord! Let me help you, my lord!"

What?!

Qin Feng skipped back as he sent his left palm up to fend off the mass of punches that were aimed at his head, even as he pushed his sword at the fat man, to ward off another attack from that direction. But who was this fellow striking at him as well?

The man was clad in the same garments as the group that had made a nuisance of themselves earlier, but he was obviously much younger. Then Qin Feng got a look at his face, and almost froze from the shock!

Lin Liushui? Lin Liushui had turned traitor?!

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