A Clash of Gods - Chapter 50
Chapter 50 The Assassin
The face of the servant in black changed immediately, and his eyes turned fierce. He turned over his wrist and clenched Yang Ning’s wrist.
Yang Ning sneered. As he and the servant in black were clenching each other at the wrist, he made a fist with the other hand and planned to punch in the face of the servant in black.
He didn’t know that the servant in black was really skillful. The servant leaned back and dodged a punch from Yang Ning. As Yang Ning was about to take the chance of lowering his hand to grab the servant’s face, he felt tingling pain in his palm, like he got stung by a bee. Yang Ning knew this might be bad. Just in an instant, the servant in black had quickly moved behind him.
Yang Ning didn’t expect this guy was so good at martial arts. As he was about to sweep his leg backward, he saw something shiny. It was a piece of finest wire aiming at his neck.
Just in a split second, Yang Ning raised his right hand to protect his throat, while using his left arm to make a violent attack with elbow.
It all happened in a second, but Yang Ning already knew that the servant in black must have taken some rigorous training, judging by his clean-cut movement, prompt response and the deadly trick he had applied. His attacks showed that he was a professional. Yang Ning himself had been an armed soldier and the tricks he had learned were also simple and practical. The attacking style of this servant in black seemed to be familiar to Yang Ning’s.
Yang Ning had no time to think over this. That guy was already tightening the finest wire around Yang Ning’s neck. With the protection of his hand, Yang Ning didn’t let his throat got strangled, but the wire had instantly made a bleeding cut in his palm, and it was getting tighter and tighter. Yang Ning’s hand was pressing against his throat, making it hard for him to breath in this moment.
Yang Ning kept elbowing that guy on his waist, but he had a tough mind, letting out only a sigh. Then he immediately pressed his knee against Yang Ning’s back while pulling the crossing wire with his hands. He leaned back, putting all of his strength on his hands. Apparently, he was planning to strangle Yang Ning to death with the wire.
It was getting harder for Yang Ning to breath. He felt suffocated in the chest and the wire was sunk deeply in his palm.
Coldness glinted in the eyes of the servant in black. His face had turned red and the veins were popping out on his hands, since he was pulling it so hard.
He knew this trick was the most effective one. Since the neck was strangled by the wire, the victim couldn’t make any sound. Besides, it was impossible for the victim to escape from death.
Actually, he quite enjoyed the victim’s struggling before dying. Just like Yang Ning in this moment, looking so helpless and powerless.
Yang Ning wouldn’t be helpless, of course. In his mind, the only one who could help him was himself. He would never be helpless as long as he was still alive.
It was true that he felt scared at some point. He was scared that the servant in black was so professional. Apparently, the servant in black was an assassin, an expert of killing.
In this life-threatening situation, Yang Ning could spare no time to think about the background of this assassin. Losing his breath, his face also turned red, and even his mind was getting blurred due to the difficulty of breathing, but still, he managed to slowly lift one of his legs.
Seeing that Yang Ning was lifting his left leg, a sneer came into the eyes of the servant in black. He was assuming that Yang Ning was still struggling in desperation.
Then in a sudden he saw that Yang Ning was reaching out to his left foot. Before the servant in black could see it clearly, Yang Ning had withdrawn his hand. A blade glinted, then the servant in black felt the wire in his left hand got loosened. The wire got cut in the middle, broken into two pieces
The face of the servant in black changed sharply. Of course, he didn’t know that Yang Ning got an icy blade hidden at his left calf. The icy blade was extremely sharp, so it was not difficult to cut the wire with it.
Just in an instant, Yang Ning felt his throat got relaxed, then he turned and tried to stab the servant in black with the blade.
The servant in black could be counted as an expert. While he was in shock, he didn’t slow down, but lowered himself and punched Yang Ning in the lower belly. This punch was powerful. Getting punched, Yang Ning felt his belly was stirred and his breathes were disrupted.
Seeing Yang Ning was punched, the servant in black was pleased. Suddenly he felt that a depression appeared in the belly of Yang Ning. The servant in black said, “Gee” feeling so confused. Then he felt his fist was getting loose, so he hurried and gathered more strength.
After getting punched, Yang Ning began to feel a flow of strength running wild in his belly, especially around the fist of the servant in black. It was like a mouse came from his fist and crawled into his belly. It was very miserable.
He had experienced this kind of situation. But at that time, it was Mr. Mu pressing Yang Ning’s shoulder with the flow of strength, making him feel the flow of strength was running wild. This time, the feeling was much milder, but it was enough to upset a person. Naturally, the meridian pattern of the Skills of Six Directions came up to Yang Ning’s mind.
What a coincidence. There were totally eleven routes of meridian concerning the Skills of Six Directions. Those routes covered most part of the body and the limbs. Well, the fist of the servant in black, intentionally or accidentally, had landed on the acupuncture point of Qihai in Yang Ning’s belly, one of the eleven meridian routes.
When he got punched, Yang Ning felt that a mouse came out of the servant’s fist, and crawled into his Qihai acupoint. It was miserable.
In fact, the internal power of that punch was not that strong, but Yang Ning subconsciously thought about that meridian route of the Skills of Six Directions, just like the last time. In his mind, Yang Ning thought about guiding that mouse to the next route, and that flow of strength seemed to be cooperative, moving as Yang Ning wished.
The servant in black had gathered more strength in his fist, making it more powerful, but just in an instant, the fist got loose again. He had no choice but keeping gathering his strength.
He didn’t know that the internal power he was sending out was getting through the Qihai acupoint of Yang Ning and continually traveling to the Danzhong acupoint in Yang Ning’s belly.
This meridian route was not completely open, so the internal power was traveling in a very slow motion. If not in this case, Yang Ning would start to suck up the internal power from the servant in black, and the servant would feel his internal power pouring out, unlike this moment, his internal power was leaving him time after time.
However, the servant was pretty clever. For several times he had gathered the flow of strength, but for every time, the flow would disappear in a second. He sensed that something was wrong, and wanted to withdraw his fist, but he found that Yang Ning’s belly was like a whirlpool, and he couldn’t take his hand back in a short time. In such a case, the servant in black pulled harder, trying to take his hand back, but this only resulted in his fist sticking to Yang Ning’s belly.
He didn’t know that he could easily take his fist back if he applied no strength. The secret of the Skills of Six Directions was “gathering strength from six directions and accumulating the sand to form a pagoda”. The Skills could gather the strength only when external forces were applied. If there was no strength applied externally, the Skills could hardly be working.
If Yang Ning was proficient at regulating his breathing, he could certainly stop the Skills. But at this moment, the servant in black thought he was faced with danger. In such a case, it was impossible for the servant to stop gathering strength. However, Yang Ning knew how to guide the flow of strength through the meridian routes into the Danzhong acupoint in his belly, but he knew nothing about how to control and use the flow of strength.
In this circumstance, both of them were trying to defend themselves. It was like pouring tea from the pot to the cup, and tea cup couldn’t make it stop since the pot wouldn’t stop pouring.
Being stuck in this situation for a while, Yang Ning had gained the upper hand. The servant was an excellent assassin, but his internal power was much weaker than Mr. Mu’s. As he was losing his strength, he looked more and more terrified. He tried to raise another hand to push Yang Ning away, but he just felt that arm was sour and weak. He couldn’t even raise that arm.
At this moment, the servant in black was extremely scared, stepping backward desperately. Being stuck to the servant’s arm, Yang Ning was forced to lean forward. Bang! The servant in black hit against a chair while he was stepping backward. The servant fell on his back, while Yang Ning also hit the floor.
Soon, footsteps came from the outside, then someone said in a low voice, “Your Excellency. Your Excellency!”
Now, Yang Ning felt that a flow of strength was running inside his body. He couldn’t think about anything else. All he had in his mind was guiding the flow from the Qihai acupoint to the belly. He couldn’t hear the yelling coming from the outside. Bam! The door was kicked open, and several villa guards rushed in.
The villa was specially built according to the order of the government. In addition to servant offering services, there were specially selected guards taking shifts in the villa. These guards were all extraordinary. When they heard the noise here, they immediately sensed that something went wrong, so they all rushed over here.
Five or six guards rushed inside the room, and they saw Yang Ning was tangling with the servant in black. The guards exchanged looks, and they immediately figured out what was going on. One of the guards said in a low voice, “Protect the earl!”
Several guards came up to them. They saw one hand of the servant in black was pressed against the belly of the earl, and the face of the earl was red. Both of them were shivering. Nobody knew what had happened exactly. One of the guards said, “Separate them from each other.” Someone went over and grabbed the shoulders of the servant in black, trying to drag him away.
Just as his hand got on the shoulders of the servant and started to pull, he felt that his arms were sour as if he had lost all of his strength. He gathered more strength on the upper arms, but soon they became sour again.
At this moment, no one dared to touch the earl. All they wanted to do was to drag away the servant in black.
“Hurry…something…something is wrong…!” The guard grabbing the servant said in a tired voice, “Help me…!”
Seeing this, other guards were all confused. They thought the guard was tough and strong, how come he couldn’t drag away a servant? Seeing their fellow turned pale and was shivering, two guards thought that something definitely went wrong, so they came up to the left side and the right side, grabbing the arms of the first guard, trying to help him with the dragging.
However, when they started to pull, they also got sour arms. They immediately gathered strength, but their arms got stuck somehow, and they couldn’t get separated at this moment.
However, Yang Ning just felt that more and more strength was flowing into his Qihai acupoint. At first, the flow of strength coming from that servant was barely enough to run through the meridian routes, and the routes were obstructed like there were junks jamming the routes. But now, with more strength flowing in, Yang Ning guided the strength flowing through the meridian routes, and it was much smoother than before.
At this moment, another two guards came up to them trying to help with the dragging. A long line had been formed in such a short time. All of them immediately got the sour arms after they gathered strength, so they had no choice but keep gathering strength. None of them had thought about loosening the grip.
People in the long line started to shiver, and they all turned pale. The voice became breaking, “It’s bad. Something…something is wrong…!”
The only guard left started to understand the situation, so he dared not to step forward. Holding his broad sword, he had no idea about what to do.
At this moment, someone had rushed into the room. The man was tall and strong, with a broad sword in his hand. It was Duan Canghai.