I Can Merge Techniques-Chapter 55 - 54: In for a Penny, In for a Pound

Chu Fan placed his palm on the door and shoved it hard!

BANG!

The door flew off its hinges, hurtling toward Huang Yu inside!

Chu Fan lunged in after it!

Huang Yu, who was sitting at a table drinking medicine, was shocked. He punched the flying door panel aside and turned to grab the Long Saber propped against the corner of the table.

But before he could draw the blade, Chu Fan was on him, his right palm slamming down hard on the hilt.

CLANG! The Long Saber, which had been drawn half a foot, was brutally forced back into its sheath!

Huang Yu was horrified. He clutched the sheath and held it in front of his chest, forming his right hand into a Hand Blade and chopping at Chu Fan’s shoulder!

Chu Fan dodged nimbly, avoiding the Hand Blade. At the same time, his left hand adopted the posture of a squatting sparrow-catcher, while the two fingers of his right hand jabbed straight for Huang Yu’s eyes!

The two moves were vicious and swift. Huang Yu was forced into a flustered retreat, awkwardly using the sheath to block Chu Fan’s attacking right hand.

’Snake Silk Binding Force!’

The eye-jab was a feint. Stealing the saber was the real goal.

With a low shout in his mind, Chu Fan twisted his right wrist. A Force, both gentle and firm, struck the back of Huang Yu’s left hand, which was gripping the sheath!

CRACK! Huang Yu felt as if the bones in his hand were about to shatter. A wave of numbness shot through it, and he could no longer hold onto the Long Saber. It fell from his grasp!

Chu Fan flicked his right foot, kicking the dropped Long Saber away.

The Long Saber, still in its sheath, flew through the air and embedded itself in the nearby earthen wall with a THWACK.

"Did Zhou Ye send you?"

Huang Yu roared, "That son of a bitch! He can’t kill me in a fair fight, so he sends a skulking rat like you to ambush me?"

A cold smirk touched the corner of Chu Fan’s lips. He deliberately lowered his voice. "That’s right. My boss said you’re a menace that needs to be eliminated, and he sent me to take your dog life!"

As he spoke, his fists quickened, raining down on Huang Yu like a torrential storm.

Huang Yu was both shocked and enraged.

’Zhou Ye couldn’t even kill me himself, yet he sends some small-fry to deal with me!’

’What’s even more infuriating is that this grunt actually got the drop on me and knocked my Long Saber away!’

He parried hastily, secretly glancing toward the left wall. His saber was stuck there. As long as he could get it back, he was confident he could turn the tables and kill this man with his Nine Blood Soul Blades.

But how could Chu Fan give him that chance?

When Huang Yu moved, he moved too, but faster. He spun around and blocked the path between Huang Yu and the Long Saber!

"You’re courting death!" Huang Yu was furious.

’This man’s Qi Blood Power is clearly far weaker than mine, but his exquisite Fist Technique is like a relentless tide, overwhelming me to the point I can barely breathe!’

’He’s only in the Blood Nourishing Realm, yet his Twelve Forms Fist seems to have already reached the Great Success stage!’

’When did the Seven Stars Gang produce someone like this?’

Huang Yu wanted to rely on his superior Qi Blood to force his opponent back with a direct clash.

But just then, Chu Fan’s left hand pulled a handful of quicklime from a cloth pouch at his waist and threw it!

Huang Yu’s pupils shrank. In the dim light, he couldn’t tell if it was quicklime or some deadly poison powder, so he had no choice but to retreat hastily.

When he saw it was just quicklime, his eyes widened in terror as he stared at Chu Fan. "It’s you! You’re the one who killed Master Wang and the steward!"

Chu Fan didn’t answer. While Huang Yu was still reeling, he shifted his feet and brought his right fist down on Huang Yu’s chest like a bear swatting a mountain.

Without his saber, Huang Yu couldn’t use his Nine Blood Soul Blades and could only raise his arms in a desperate block.

But he specialized in the Nine Blood Soul Blades. His Fist Technique was mediocre, not even as good as the Hospital Guard Instructor, Master Wang.

Even with his superior Qi Blood, how could he possibly block Chu Fan’s Twelve Forms Fist, which had reached the Perfection stage?

In just three to five moves—

BAM!

With a dull thud, Chu Fan’s right fist landed solidly on Huang Yu’s chest!

Huang Yu felt a sharp pain in his chest as if he’d been struck by a boulder. His body flew backward uncontrollably, slamming into the wall, and a mouthful of blood sprayed from his lips!

’This man’s mastery of the Twelve Forms Fist is far superior to Zhou Ye’s!’

Now even more grievously injured, Huang Yu knew he was no match in a fistfight. Only one thought remained in his mind—escape!

He struggled to his feet and staggered toward the door.

But Chu Fan wasn’t about to let him get away. He took a single stride to catch up, plucked the Long Saber from the wall, and with a twist of his wrist, unleashed his Ninefold Thunder Shock Saber, which was at the Small Success stage.

"First Fold, Thunder Sting!"

SWOOSH!

The blade flashed like lightning, shrieking through the air.

At the Small Success stage, and enhanced by "Sword Swift as Wind" and "Sword Heavy as a Mountain," the Ninefold Thunder Shock Saber struck Huang Yu’s right shoulder like a bolt of lightning.

His entire right arm was severed at the shoulder and sent flying!

"AHHH—!"

Huang Yu let out a bloodcurdling scream as blood gushed from the stump of his arm like a fountain!

He staggered and collapsed to the ground, his face a mask of disbelief and horror. He stared intently at the saber in Chu Fan’s hand. "This... this Saber Technique... it’s the Ninefold Thunder Shock Saber... Are you from the Cao Family?!"

Huang Yu was scared out of his wits, his voice filled with terror!

Chu Fan still didn’t answer. He raised his saber and strode forward. With Huang Yu injured and unable to dodge, he thrust the blade through his chest.

SCHLICK!

As the Long Saber was pulled out, blood burst from Huang Yu’s body. He clutched his chest and collapsed to the ground.

His eyes were full of indignation and confusion as he looked up at Chu Fan and struggled to speak. "Who... who in the world are you?"

Chu Fan looked down at him, and the Long Saber in his hand fell once more, severing his head from his body!

The head, its eyes wide open, rolled a few times across the ground.

Blood gurgled and flowed...

Only then did Chu Fan look at the prompt that had appeared in his mind...

[Item discovered: Blood Rainbow Saber. Refinement requires 20 points of Spiritual Essence.]

[Refinement will grant the Saber Technique "Nine Blood Soul Blades".]

Chu Fan hesitated for a moment, then looked down at the Blood Rainbow Saber in his hand.

The blade was curved like a crescent moon and exuded a fierce, malevolent aura.

’I’ve already learned the Ninefold Thunder Shock Saber. Is there any need to learn the Nine Blood Soul Blades as well?’

’But my diet is excellent these days. I have two Blood Refining Pills and three bowls of Blood-Nourishing Medicine Soup every day. My Spiritual Essence is increasing rapidly. I’ll earn back twenty points in just a few days.’

’Refine it!’

Chu Fan said silently in his mind.

As the twenty points of Spiritual Essence were consumed, the Long Saber in his hand grew slightly warm. A stream of information flowed up the hilt and into his mind—it was the Cultivation Technique for the Nine Blood Soul Blades, along with all of Huang Yu’s countless experiences practicing it...

Chu Fan felt the Saber Technique in his mind and nodded in satisfaction.

Then, he quickly searched Huang Yu’s body, pocketing a money pouch and a Token.

With Huang Yu dead, it was Huang Shouliang and the Huang Family’s turn.

In for a penny, in for a pound!

But the Huang Family estate was currently guarded by a group of Nursing Homes and Blood Saber Sect Members...

Chu Fan’s mind raced. He tore off Huang Yu’s robes, used them to wrap the severed head, and headed toward the Huang Family estate, carrying the bundle.

In the darkness, he was like a malevolent God of Slaughter.

...

The night was as thick as ink, blanketing Cyan Yang Ancient City completely.

Even the moon hid behind thick clouds, refusing to let even a sliver of light escape.

The cold wind howled...

On the southeast side of the Huang Family residence, three men in tight-fitting clothes walked side by side.

All three carried Long Sabers at their waists.

The man in the middle carried a red lantern.

The lantern’s light was faint, casting flickering shadows on the wall that danced between light and dark.

In the darkness, a shadow seemed to be creeping along.

"Damn it, Boss Huang told us to guard the Huang Family, but he didn’t mention a single benefit!"

The Blood Saber Sect Member holding the lantern grumbled, shrinking his neck against the cold. "On a cold day like this, that Old Huang is off enjoying himself in some woman’s warm bed while we brothers are left out here to freeze and starve. There’s no justice in the world!"

"Keep your voice down!" another man hurriedly whispered. "You know Boss Huang’s temper. Are you trying to get yourself killed?"

"Tch!" The man who had spoken spat on the ground but didn’t dare say anything more.

The third man hadn’t spoken a word, but his expression was so grim you could wring water from it, showing he was just as disgruntled with the Huang Family.

Just then—

Something round rolled out of the darkness, RUMBLE RUMBLE, and came to a stop at their feet.

"Hm?"

All three of them froze and stopped walking.

The man in the middle held the lantern forward, trying to get a better look.

The next moment—

The light of the red lantern illuminated the face—eyes wide with fury, covered in blood. It was Huang Yu’s head!

"AHHH—!"

The man with the lantern let out a terrified shriek that pierced the night, echoing through the silent alley.