The Legendary Swordmaster

Chapter. 3. Appearance Of The Villa Owner

It was no big deal when those brutes spoke as they pleased, or sat smugly at a table adjacent to Ma Keng Hong and his two new acquaintances.

Things took a fatal turn when one of the brutes tapped Ma Keng Hong on the shoulder. “What a beautiful boy! How about you join us and Wen Twako, and have some wine together? Especially with your very beautiful face, it would be very interesting if you would dance and provide us with a bit of entertainment.”

This fellow was truly brave and had the heart of a wolf so forgetting about his safety, he had clawed at the butt of a sleeping tiger.

Receiving such an insult, Ma Keng Hong was about to get up from his seat. However, the two guards sitting on the other side moved quickly.

“All of you, Enghiong! Where the earth is stepped on there the sky is upheld. You can feel great in your area. However, the Concubine of Yang Liu San Ceng must not be humiliated like that.” Following those words, a thin sword was attached to the ne ck of the person who mocked Ma Keng Hong.

It's unclear when the bodyguard drew his sword, but the way he threatened, as well as his footwork, were incredible. Explains that the people from Yang Liu San Ceng Village are very skilled in the art of lightening the body.

“Shhh!”

“Tringg!”

The empty wine cup rushed forward, splitting the air, the instant the sword that had been stuck to the big-mouthed man's neck fell to the floor.

Bodyguard Ma Keng Hong felt his palms tingle. He stared at the cup thrower, sitting proudly and with a big head, the person called Wen Twako shot him a mocking smile.

The one who dropped the sword was Wen Twako.

Ma Keng Hong moved his hand slowly, signaling for the two guards to retreat. He got up and picked up the fallen sword.

His index finger was deliberately scratched on the blade of the sword, fresh blood could be seen seeping on Ma Kongcu's index finger.

A sickening sight appeared immediately, as Ma Kongcu licked his finger which was bleeding from the scratch of the blade. In stark contrast to his super handsome face.

“Who wants to watch my dance so much?” Ma Kongcu asked indifferently, he narrowed his eyes. Do not want to see such rude people.

Yim Han Li and Kwee Kai Hong also shuddered. It was inconceivable for them that the handsome Ma Kongcu could show such a sadistic and disgusting attitude.

The person called Wen Twako still didn't understand the situation. He confidently replied, “The person surnamed Wen and his four companions. Do you want to dance for us now? Ha ha ha.” The answer was accompanied by loud laughter.

Still indifferent, Ma Keng Hong said, “This dance from Confucianism is not free, the fee to be paid is very high. One dance move, one accompaniment must pay with life. After all, this Kongcu has determined that you must be his attendant.”

“Ha ha ha! … Well, alright! This person surnamed Wen will also be happy to accompany.” Wen Huo Geng replied, still very confident.

Ma Keng Hong swung his arm slowly, a beam of pure energy seemed to spread out. The chairs and tables on the first floor of the Golden Swan Villa have been neatly pushed aside so that in the center appears a large arena.

Ma Keng Hong stared hard and sadly at the five brutes. Inevitably also a hint of fear rose in their hearts. “This dance of mine must use the sword, you five! Just take out your sword and come here.”

Only now did Wen Huo Geng realize that what this beautiful young man meant was a fight. He even asked to be beaten by the five of them. “You corpse, how dare you make fun of us?! Give up your dog's life.”

As soon as he hit the table, Wen Huo Geng's large and sturdy body was already standing in the middle of the area that Ma Keng Hong had vacated earlier.

“Wen Twako, wait! The wise man said; Cut the chicken with a kitchen knife, not a sword. This tender persimmon let me do—”

Ma Keng Hong cut in quickly. “You can't, you don't even have a chance. This Kongcu said, one dance move, one life must be paid.”

After he said this, three breaths later, the head of the person who had mocked Ma Kongcu as a persimmon gently rolled onto the floor.

Everyone's breath became congested, no one saw what move, and how Ma Kongcu slashed that person. Fresh blood was seen dripping on the blade of his sword.

“Bastard, you killed my underlings right before my eyes! You must die.” Wen Huo Geng shouted angrily.

His eyes looked fiery, his face was getting black and iron.

Not intending to spare Ma Kongcu, Wen Huo Geng's palm technique was immediately played. The man's arm was golden.

“This … Golden Palm Style.” Astonished voices sounded from several corners of the room.

“But Ma Kongcu doesn't seem to care about the Golden Palm Style.” Another amazed voice replied.

In the middle of the battlefield, dozens of golden palm shadows attacked Ma Kongcu from all angles, not just extremely fierce palm strikes. However, the wind from the blows also irritated the skin.

Ma Keng Hong, still with an indifferent attitude. When he was attacked, the young man instead attacked other people.

Once again Ma Keng Hong's swift sword swings and moves took his life. “Danger, you all be careful!” shouted Wen Huo Geng warning the remaining three people of his group.

However, it was just a useless scream. Three flashes of sword light appeared. Three lifeless bodies lying on the floor.

By now all the sharp-eyed martial artists had seen how Ma Kongcu stepped in to kill.

“This is the tenth style of cypress swordsmanship; One Slash Takes Life. Who would have thought that Yang Liu San Ceng's Ma Kongcu had managed to train their village's swordsmanship to the tenth style to perfection.”

“As for the Yang Liu village's younger generation, for hundreds of years, no one has successfully practiced the tenth style.”

Voices of admiration from several corners of the Golden Swan Villa could be heard shouting to each other in praise of Ma Kongcu's talent.

Wen Huo Geng looked even more irritated, not only was his prided golden palm so easily avoided by the young man. In fact, in nine breaths the young man had killed everyone in his group.

Just as he was about to attack Ma Kongcu again, so did Ma Keng Hong himself who started changing sword moves wanting to enjoy the fight.

A crisp and beautiful sound rang out, intoxicating, and stopping the fight at the same time.

“Knowing one's strengths is introspection … knowing the right time to stop and not overdoing it is wise … forgiveness is compassion, everyone deserves a second chance …” With that voice, from the second floor floated up and descended splendidly the figure of a young woman, wearing a veil so that her face is not visible.

The movement of lightening the body shown is very high, the way it descends is so beautiful and light like a leaf in the wind, smooth and doesn't make a sound when it lands on the floor.

The woman, wearing a green dress with a luxurious effect. As soon as she stood on the floor, the servant on the first floor of the Golden Goose Villa hurriedly walked over to the woman.

“Sincerely, Villa owner!” they said in unison.