Xiabo Jun dashed to his right, keeping the Jiang brothers in his eyesight as he spun, burying a knee into one of the Stone Bear Bandit’s face. He then struck two of them in the chest and neck effectively crippling them.
He somersaulted over two men that tried to stab him in the back. As they watched he flip behind him. He pulled two knives from his boot and smothered the blades in Qi.
The knives shot through the air like an arrow, piercing the bastard on the right neck, whilst the leader deflected the knife with his sword.
Jun landed on the ground and then scampered towards the men on the left, holding them back whilst the villagers attacked the men on the right.
He loosed a thunderous kick into the bastard’s chest and caught the sword as he spun in the air, driving the bastard’s chest in one fluid motion as he landed on the ground, reminiscent of a swan diving through the air. “WHAT ARE YOU FOOLS DOING.” He growled, “...RUN!”
The pent up anger and frustration on the villager’s faces was clearly seen. Their bloodshot eyes formed tears forming as they fought off the bandits, tired of their mistreatment of the Stone Bear Band.
Three bandits dropped to the ground, alleviating some pressure from Old Man Jun, but that was all they could do. They weren’t trained killers, they were farmers.
The Stone Bear Bandits began their counterattack, aiming for the weakest of men that defended the Purple Mist village. They may have been outnumbered, but that meant nothing in their wake and anger.
Two villagers fell to the ground after a slash from a sword whilst three pitchfork handles were split with a spear. A thrust into their chest, making them drop to the ground like flies.
Jun turned his head, tracing the battle like a hawk, hoping to find the leader of the trope only to realise he was heading in the direction of Tao and Shen, sword sieving through the air as he cut down one villager after another.
A loud boom echoed, dust unfurled into the air as Jun landed stomped the ground, flaring his Qi venomously.
Jun danced his with through the battlefield taking down two men and finally thrusting a kick into the side of the leader sending him flying a few meters into one of the houses to the right. Damn it! I didn’t hit him properly, Jun hissed to himself.
Beads of sweat ran down the faces of the Jiang clan men as they scuttled past Jun. Another two men charged toward Jun, spears in hand.
As Jun saw them in the corner of his left eye. With Qi pulsing within his Core Dantian like a heartbeat. Jun felt his Qi tingle as it flowed to his feet.
He weaved through their attacks like the wind, missing each attempt at his heart and head. The one on the right opened his chest too much, and Jun struck him in the chest.
Jun flicked his wrist, anchoring his feet down forming a boulder-like stance and blocked the spear attack, shattering the shaft into three pieces. He then struck the bastard with the back of his palm, cracking his skull in one fluid motion.
The footsteps fluttered behind Jun, forcing him to skip forward. He did so, weaving from an upward slash from a spear wielder. He pivoted left, then thrummed his Qi into his right foot kicking off and somersaulting backwards.
As he floated in the air, he struck the bastard in the back of the head, then stomped his foot into his jaw killing him instantly. “OLD MAN JUN IS FORCING THEM BACK!” Someone from the crowd cheered.
The leader of the bandits shot out from a house on the right, Jun had forced him back a moment ago, but just like Jun had warned the villagers, he cut through three villagers with a single slash. Then he charged deeper into the village. “KILL THE OLD MAN FOR ME…I HAVE A SCORE TO SETTLE WITH THOSE JIANGS!” He spat.
The leader split the skull of one villager’s, making him drop his scythe as he tried to kill him. Jun watched as the bastard spun and twisted the blade into another, flashing a maniacal smile as he slid the sword into another villager’s throat. He’s enjoying this. That MONSTER IS ENJOYING THIS!
Jun skipped back, feeling the killing intent of five men converge on him as he looked around, hands raised ready to dispatch them like flies!
The first man to attack waved his sword in a circular motion. Jun read multiple martial art manuals when he was younger. It allowed to him basic understanding on how the Qi flowed when executing such skill will be the death of you, as it was his.
But that didn’t matter, not when one couldn’t see the flow of Qi, once there were of the Qi Perception Realm.
Jun tapped the acupoint in his hand, forcing him to drop his sword, then struck three acupoints in his shoulder. Feinting to his right, feeling the Qi of another assailant trying to force his blade into his back.
The old assassin tilted to the side, raising his right leg, then guided the bastard’s blade into another’s chest. He flashed a grim smile as he spun, violently kicking the bastard in the chin.
The three remaining men, stabbed wildly as Jun slid across the ground, then kicked himself into the air slamming his foot into two.
He landed to a crouch, then pushed himself up, ducking underneath an Axe swipe hitting the bastard in the chest, sending him flying into a tree with a loud boom, shaking dead leaves from the branches.
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Jun ducked under a sword, scooping up a pitchfork and burying it into someone’s skull. He yanked the pitchfork our, breaking the handle in two, then flicked his wrist throwing it to an assailant who raised his sword, ready to cut a little girl who was crying as she shook her dead mother, trying to wake her.
The splintered handle went right through his chest, and Jun darted across the battlefield, picking the child up, then used his Qinggong to o scamper across two roves, leaving her in the yard of an empty house.
He skipped back, feeling a tree he hadn’t realised was there and a loud groan as a sword thrust missed him. He hit the acupoints in the bastard’s right hand, then his hand across the bastard face, plucking his eye from out of his socket, the finger flicked it to the man to his right, whilst spinning left, loosing a kick into the back of another fool, who mistakenly missed his sword thrust.
Jun looked left and right, noting the fighting had gotten as far as the southern side of the city, close to where the Jiang residence was located. He stomped the ground, surging his Qi and used to ascend to a roof on his right, using his Qinggong as gracefully possible.
The ever-growing screams of death flowed throughout the village, making Jun feel helpless. If he were younger, he would’ve been able to dismantle these youngsters in a flash. Even with a shattered Core Dantian.
The worst part of it all was, that he couldn’t keep this battle up for too long either, after all, the longest he could fight was for fifteen minutes since his Core Dantian never truly recovered.
A wild thrust, barely missed Jun, making him back off, two of my sword appeared out of nowhere and aimed at his head. The last remaining eight men stood in front of him, blocking his approach as he saw the leader charge down the village, hunting the Jiang Boys.
Their eyes were filled with fright and hesitation, which gave Jun little hope. He needed to end this quickly as with each passing second, his breath grew heavier whilst Qi began to stagger within his body.
“So you’re the reason why Lim Fu never attacked the villages.” One of them said, raising his staff, pointing at Jun defiantly.
“Does it really matter!?” Jun hissed, “Get out of my way or die!”
Eight men charged at Jun and watched him skip back and forth, avoiding Axe, sword, staff and knife, counter-attacking and hitting them as if they were peas on a tree. “Why would an old killer like you stay in a scum bucket village like this?” One hissed.
“With your power, you could run something vast…strong, you could’ve been a pillar!”Another added
Jun flipped back, ignoring the taunts. He avoided a knife slash aimed at his right leg but buried his fist into the wielder's hand. He stared at the young men from the corner of his eyes, tilting his head, then shook it in disbelief and laughed bitterly. “You saplings are so young and stupid, do you think I’m powerful? I’m NOTHING! They are men far stronger than me in the Jianghu!”
The little Qi that Elder Jun had within him, roiled within his body like a furnace, surging back and forth, creating waves of energy within his body to use. His feet began to feel cold, whilst the sizzling warmth of his Yang energy began to warm his fingertips.
Four large stars appeared in Elder Jun’s mind as he blinked, the surging Qi that aroused his hands and feet connected all the way to his Mind Dantian. It may have been years since last he did this movie, but it was learning to walk. Once you’ve done it, you’ll never forget it.
The Four large stars combined into one, then exploded after Elder Jun opened his eyes. He turned to his left, and the killing intent he’d had pent up for the past day was finally released.
Star Killer Arts: Stance Three - Four Celestial Star Strike!
The hands of Xiabo Jun disappeared as he weaved through the four men that stood against him defiantly. He sent his hand through the one to his right chest, then split the skull of the second with his elbow. The third dropped his weapon as he Jun shredded his throat free, then broke the legs of the final assailant.
The cries of death rang out as Jun felt the blood on his hands dripping to the ground beneath him. He never wanted to fight this way ever again, but these monsters had kidnapped his daughter, so the best they could do was bleed, till she was returned.
Qi exploded from Jun, making his body flare with Yin and Yang energy. He appeared another two men, burying his finger into the back of the necks, forming a celestial line of four rings, then appeared in front of another, burying his fingers in his chest once more.
The remaining five saw what was happening, but before they could make a second step to flee Jun had cut them down…no. He’d pierced them down, using his fingers as if he punching holes through the soil.
These bastards didn’t cry out from their death, they sang it! If men didn’t cry out in agony, they murmured to their death like the pigs they were flailing to the ground with muffled thuds and dead leaves spraying across their bodies like ashes.
The old assassin leapt to the closest roof which was to his right. He darted in the direction in which last he saw the leader. The roof’s shingles smashed beneath his feet as he followed the commotion that was emanating from the eastern side of the village, leaping from house to house.
In a matter of ten seconds, he finally spotted the rat bastard who slew two more men, one who held a scythe defiantly only to have the leader’s sword thrust through his throat.
“BASTARD!”
Jun leapt to the ground, skidded across the surface, and then leapt over three dead bodies appearing right behind the leader in a flash, using his Qinggong gracefully.
He rocked his hand back and began surging his Qi within his body once more, readying himself to use the Four Celestial Star Strike once more.
The Qi from within surged through his dantians, roiling and swelling like a waterfall. The moment the power in his hand reached the axis, he twitched feeling as though something was wrong.
He loosed the Four Celestial Star Strike aimed directly at The leader's throat but fell to the ground from the overuse of his Qi.
Jun shrieked from the pain, howling as he fell to the ground with a booming thud and skidded across the ground.
The leader’s eyes gapped from the sight and charged towards Jun, feeling alleviation rise from within his body. The sword he had pointed at Jun had sparkled from the sun’s light and his anticipating eyes. “JUST LIKE THAT...YOU’RE DEAD YOU OLD FOOL” The leader growled, showing his yellow calcified teeth. “ALL OF THAT...JUST TO DIE BY MY HANDS. DON’T WORRY...HE’S JOINING YOU SOON.”
Not yet. Old Jun said, raising his head, watching as the pointed sword flowed through the wind, aimed directly at him.
To the right, in the corner of his eye, a silver glint pulsed, drawing his attention. When he noticed what it was, a smile painted across his face.
The leader’s blade bypassed Jun, as he moved to his left, using what little Qi he had left his body. He scooped up a hand of soil and tossed it into the bastard’s eye, then flicked the scythe that lay next to him with his heel.
Jun spun around, kicking more soil in the bastard’s face, then caught the scythe with two hands. He took one step forward, soil still painted across the bastard’s face making him swing his sword wildly.
He knocked the blade from his hand, then sliced his chest open in one fluid motion, he fell to his knees, then twirled in the air shredding his shoulder off completely. Jun turned, sword in hand and sliced the bastard’s head off, decapitating it completely.
Silence resounded around the village as children, mother and fathers lay on the ground, speechless from what they’d just seen
For years they’d known Old Man Jun, they’d never expected something like this. This display of strength and brutality was unheard of. Yet, the reviled in it silently.
“I’ll be joining them soon eh?” Jun said coldly. “You couldn’t even handle the apprentices from my old sect…you fool!”