Chapter 119: Blood Drop's Hidden Arrow is Hard to Defend Against

  Shi Jin followed his master Wang Jin and learned almost all of his martial arts, but Wang Jin was still an official on the surface. If we talk about knives, guns, clubs, and bows, he is naturally one of the top masters in the Central Plains, but if we talk about hidden weapons, poison, and other unconventional skills, then he is far inferior.

  Now, Shi Jin is not proficient in the way of throwing and catching hidden weapons either. He can only rely on his past experience in the Jianghu and his current agility to barely cope. However, that old man seems to be an expert in flying dart hidden weapons. Just looking at those few iron lotus seeds from earlier, he might even be a master of poisonous techniques.

  Just now, I threw a stone to test the road, and with a small stone, I explored the old man's skill in receiving hidden weapons. It must be known that receiving hidden weapons is ten times more difficult than shooting. If using a sword to intercept can be considered one level, then taking it by hand can be considered a tenth-level achievement.

  At this moment, the old man clutched the stone in his hand and it flew back in an instant. Shi Jing's heartstrings were tense, his limbs were filled with energy, and he fixed his eyes on the flying stone from the start, staring at it tightly.

  That stone is spinning rapidly in the air, like a knife blocking its way. Not only will it not be intercepted, but it will also use its centrifugal force to reflect in a certain direction. Compared with the old man's receiving method, it would be embarrassing in front of everyone.

  The pebble flew extremely fast, Shi Jin didn't have time to think much, and immediately swung up the knife in his right hand, swinging it horizontally, with the blade parallel to the incoming momentum of the pebble. As the pebble grazed the knife and flew away in a flash, Shi Jin's left-hand knife rose, countering the trajectory of the pebble with the back of the knife. With a loud "clang", the pebble flew back towards the old man on the roof.

  The old man looked at it in his eyes, and involuntarily let out a "hmm", followed by a cold laugh from the tip of his nose. His right hand rotated like a blooming flower, and the stone was obediently pinched back into his palm. This time, the old man did not immediately throw it back, but instead pinched it between his fingers, constantly rubbing it, as if he had no intention of making another move.

  But such calmness seems to have come at a cost that doesn't make people feel comfortable and at ease.

  Those assassins who had been following and intercepting him all the way also slipped out halfway, and from their previous sharpness, they regained their dull expression. One by one, they sheathed their knives and slowly gathered towards the back, gradually moving away from the crowd of Shao Huashan people. The two groups were separated by several wide empty spaces, just like when they were following him from a distance earlier.

  At this moment, Shi Jin and the old man were standing between the empty spaces, one standing upright on the ground, the other sitting leisurely on the rooftop. With such an atmosphere, no matter who passed by and saw them, they would not have thought that the two had just been in a life-and-death struggle. Just as Shi Jin and the old man were both silent, the atmosphere between them became quietly eerie. It was so quiet that one could hear not only the sounds of the bustling crowd on Yuanbao Street, but even the beating of other people's hearts, clear as day.

  But the more quiet the atmosphere, the more intense the sense of life and death. Shi Jin's life was no longer a small number, he was alone in the enemy's array, but now he stood safely here, his palms were sweating slightly. Shi Jin's sharp eyes stared at the old man's fingers, which were constantly rotating, and the stone was spinning rapidly, and Shi Jin found that the stone was spinning faster and faster, so fast that even the old man's thin and long fingers couldn't keep up.

  Shi Jin knew that the old man was not just playing around, but was about to get serious. Although he didn't know what the old man's next move would be, one thing was certain: he would strike soon, perhaps in the very next instant.

  "Whoosh——!"

  As expected, the old man suddenly made a move in the next instant, but Shi Jin was unable to see clearly the old man's action no matter how careful he was. He didn't know how the old man had done it, looking at his sleeve which hadn't moved at all, not like the sign of making a move, but that stone really flew out rapidly and its speed was already beyond the previous level.

  This was beyond Shi Jing's expectations. He only heard a whizzing sound of the stone breaking through the air, and it had already arrived in front of him.

  Shi Jin's heart skipped a beat, and his right hand instinctively shot out to intercept the stone with his knife. Although Shi Jin was a bit slow on the draw, he had always been known for his quick swordplay, and this time was no exception. With a loud "clang", the stone was once again intercepted by Shi Jin's knife. However, as the stone made contact with the blade, Shi Jin felt that the shock of the impact was not as intense as it had been in his previous two attempts. Logically speaking, the speed and force should have increased twofold, but why did it feel like it had lost its power this time? It couldn't be that all the energy had been dissipated...

  Before he could even react, the stone suddenly exploded with a loud "Boom!" and split into seven or eight sharp-edged fragments that flew in different directions, whizzing past Shi Jing's head.

  Shi Jin could only hastily withdraw his knife to protect himself, changing his stance to dodge the hail of stones, although he looked a bit awkward and disheveled, but fortunately did not get hit by that old man, nor was his face completely lost.

  "Good rascal, you indeed have some skills." The old man sitting on the eaves opened his crossed legs, and a pair of short legs dangled in the air. After speaking, he pinched the tobacco pipe, took a deep breath, and squinted his eyes, as if everything below was none of his business, and he was just enjoying life. When he finished exhaling a mouthful of grayish-white smoke, he slowly spoke again: "However, with just these skills, you won't be able to get by for long. Everyone says Shi Yun is brave and unbeatable, but in my old eyes, it's just this much." The old man said, raising his thin right hand, pinching his thumb on the tip of his slender little finger, and chuckled to himself.

  Shi Jin was just caught off guard by the old man's sudden attack, and he knew how deadly his hidden weapons were. Now, he couldn't care less about being quick-witted, and all his attention was focused on the old man, staring intently at his every move, with his feet ready to pounce at any moment, prepared to dodge at a moment's notice. Because Shi Jin knew that from what had just happened, this old man wasn't someone who would waste words, and the more he talked, the more urgent his desire for victory was. The reason he was using so many words was because he saw that Shi Jin's skills were not ordinary, and he intentionally wanted to distract Shi Jin's attention, hoping to land a single blow and quickly resolve the trouble with Shi Jin.

  Shi Jin understood the old man's plan and immediately came up with a countermeasure.