Chapter 163: The Fisherman's Song at Dusk

"Pang Dahai, you've finally come," Zhangsun Jincheng let out a sigh of relief, his eyes shining with unconcealed joy. "How should I, Zhangsun Jincheng, thank you?"

"I owed you my life ten years ago, and now, ten years later, I'm here to repay you." The sound of the guzheng stopped, and a voice devoid of any emotion suddenly drifted over. Everyone followed the sound and saw a middle-aged man emerge from the corner of the hall. He was about seven feet and five inches tall and weighed around 190 pounds. He was dressed in a traditional Chinese Tang suit, holding a simple guzheng in his arms. His face was expressionless, and his plump body didn't give people the impression of being slow or clumsy. On the contrary, it gave off a sense of sturdiness and agility, along with an imposing aura that emanated from his entire body.

Just as everyone took a closer look at this Pang Dahai, their hearts sank with disappointment. Pang Dahai was actually blind. There were only dark holes in his eye sockets, with no eyeballs to look around. Initially, when the members of the Jiang Bang saw Zhangsun Jincheng's delighted expression, they felt relieved, thinking that the expert Zhangsun Jincheng had invited to help must be quite powerful. They had just been comforted, believing that they could save their lives tonight. But who would have thought he was a blind man, a nimble and chubby blind man? However, no matter how powerful a blind person might be, they were still blind. What use could he be?

Zhangsun Jincheng, on the other hand, felt an unprecedented sense of relief and joy. He had witnessed Pang Dahai's astonishing battle ten years ago. Holding a guzheng, in a treacherous valley in Heilongjiang, Pang Dahai single-handedly fought against fifty-four knife-wielding bandits. Wherever the sound of the guzheng rang out, a bandit would surely die. However, just moments before that battle, he had been secretly attacked and lost his eyesight. Using his ability to distinguish positions by listening to the wind, he had seemed particularly tragic and pitiful in the howling wind of the valley. Even so, despite being severely injured, he had still killed fifty-three bandits. When the last bandit, with a sinister smile tinged with fear, stabbed at Pang Dahai, Zhangsun Jincheng, for some reason, had a change of heart and used the gun in his hand to shoot the fifty-fourth bandit dead, saving Pang Dahai's life.

After being saved by Zhangsun Jincheng, Pang Dahai left him a keepsake and his address, saying indifferently, "I owe you my life and will repay it whenever the time comes." Then, with his body covered in wounds, he disappeared into the vast mountains.

This time, Zhangsun Jincheng had been thoroughly humiliated by Chu Tian, and Sister Li's killers were no match for Chu Tian at all. In a state of anxiety, he immediately thought of Pang Dahai, recalling Pang Dahai's unparalleled strength and martial arts skills. So he sent people to look for him with the keepsake. To his surprise, Pang Dahai had really come.

Chu Tian swept a few glances at Pang Dahai, and his heart tightened slightly. Looking at the man's chubby hands, the joints of his fingers, and his wrists, he knew that the person in front of him was definitely a top-notch master. He had mastered both internal and external martial arts to a state of perfection. He must have practiced the Golden Bell Shield and Iron Cloth Shirt techniques for a long time. Although he was blind and seemed less convenient, since Zhangsun Jincheng had brought him to deal with him and looked so relaxed and confident, this Pang Dahai must have something extraordinary about him. He couldn't afford to be careless, or he might be killed by those chubby hands that played the guzheng. So, many times, the people who understand you may not be your friends around you, but often your enemies.

Chu Tian smiled slightly and said, "You've been hiding in the corner of the hall all night, and I've been feeling restless all night because of it."

Pang Dahai let out a sigh, his face as calm as still water. He said indifferently, "I thought I wouldn't have to make a move again, and I thought the guzheng that I've kept quiet for ten years wouldn't play 'The Fisherman's Song at Dusk' again. Unfortunately, you are a master, the most powerful master I've ever met in my life. I don't want to fight you to the death, but I owe Zhangsun Jincheng my life. How can I not repay him?"

Chu Tian also sighed, shook his head, and his eyes gradually lit up. He said, "You are a worthy opponent. Make your move. Whether you live or die, I will respect you."

Pang Dahai nodded, his face showing a hint of solemnity. He said softly, "If you die, I will bow to you three times. If I die, you should also bow to me three times."

Chu Tian nodded, his eyes filled with a sense of mutual respect between heroes.

Pang Dahai placed the guzheng diagonally on the ground, and his eyes gradually became calm. His chubby hands slowly stroked the guzheng, and the guzheng rang out with a "zheng, zheng, zheng" sound. Everyone present was enchanted by the sound of Pang Dahai's guzheng. It felt soothing and elegant, and they even felt a sense of relaxation and joy, as if they were seeing the warm scene of fishing boats returning on the water at sunset. The sound of the guzheng echoed in the bloody hall of the entertainment city. People who didn't know the situation might have thought there was a guzheng performance going on here. Who would have known that this was another soul-breaking melody?

Chu Tian's expression, however, became more serious. His eyes never left Pang Dahai's hands, those chubby yet nimble hands that didn't tremble. They were caressing the guzheng. Behind that calm expression, there was a hidden murderous intent. Perhaps the moment he relaxed slightly, Pang Dahai would mercilessly and emotionlessly launch an attack.

"Zheng, zheng, zheng." After playing the brisk melody, Pang Dahai's expression suddenly tightened. His left hand stabilized the guzheng, and his right hand suddenly plucked out a series of rapid notes, "Zheng, zhengzheng." Chu Tian clearly saw three guzheng strings shooting out from the guzheng, heading straight for his chest with incredible ferocity. Chu Tian had no doubt that if he was hit by these three guzheng strings, he would have no chance of survival.

Chu Tian's figure moved slightly, and he quickly kicked up three machetes, blocking the three guzheng strings. With three "dang, dang, dang" sounds, the machetes were no match for the guzheng strings and were broken into two pieces. Chu Tian was secretly shocked. The strength and the strings of this blind man's guzheng were truly overbearing. At this moment, the guzheng strings that had broken the machetes still shot towards Chu Tian, and their momentum didn't weaken at all due to the obstruction of the machetes.

The Jiang Bang disciples couldn't help but take a deep breath. They had originally thought that this blind man was of no use. Now they realized that this Pang Dahai was really extraordinary. He could play the guzheng so skillfully that the sound of the guzheng carried a murderous intent. If someone had told them before that the sound of a musical instrument could kill, they would have scoffed. But now they had no doubt. At this moment, none of the Jiang Bang disciples thought that Pang Dahai was useless. They all admitted with shame that they definitely couldn't avoid this thunderous attack.

Chu Tian twirled the Minghong Saber and forcefully wrapped it around Pang Dahai's guzheng strings. The two overbearing forces collided instantly. Under the confrontation of the internal forces of the two masters, the delicate and sharp guzheng strings finally broke. Both of their虎口 (wrist joints) felt a dull pain. Pang Dahai's face changed slightly. He didn't expect that Chu Tian, who was so young, not only had excellent martial arts skills but also a powerful internal force. He really couldn't imagine how Chu Tian had acquired such skills and internal strength.

Taking advantage of the moment when Pang Dahai was slightly stunned, Chu Tian picked up seven short knives from the transgender person at his feet and shot them towards Pang Dahai. Pang Dahai smiled slightly, gathered his strength, and his whole body instantly became as hard as steel, invulnerable to swords and guns. Five of the short knives shot towards Pang Dahai's throat, chest, forehead, heart, and shoulder. The onlookers were all shocked, thinking that Pang Dahai would be stabbed into a beehive by Chu Tian. But to their surprise, with five "dang, dang" sounds, the five short knives bounced off. Pang Dahai stood there unharmed, without even a mark from being touched by the knives.

Zhangsun Zijun couldn't help but clap her hands, and Sister Li was even more enthusiastic in her reaction. It seemed that they saw the tragic end of Chu Tian, and the grief and indignation in their eyes faded a lot, replaced by more venom.

Zhangsun Jincheng let out a sigh and said, "Brother Lin, tonight, I, Zhangsun Jincheng, will avenge you and let you rest in peace."

At this moment, Pang Dahai was shocked in his heart. He suddenly realized that he had fallen into a small trap set by Chu Tian. The real purpose of Chu Tian's flying short knives wasn't to attack Pang Dahai himself but his peerless guzheng. Pang Dahai touched the guzheng that had been stabbed and damaged by Chu Tian's other two short knives and let out a sigh. If he hadn't shown off his heroism a bit, the guzheng might not have been pierced by Chu Tian's short knives and the strings cut. It seemed that everything was fate.

Pang Dahai kicked away the guzheng that had accompanied him for many years, took a step forward, and said to Chu Tian, "You are much more brilliant and difficult to deal with than I imagined. You are the first person to pierce my guzheng."

Chu Tian smiled faintly and said softly, "Thank you."

Pang Dahai didn't say anything more. He stomped on the ground with both feet, and his body shot forward like a cannonball. His broad sleeves and huge body bounced up nimbly, and he pounced towards Chu Tian following the sound of his breathing. When he was three meters away from Chu Tian, he paused slightly. His arms, which had been hanging down by his waist, moved behind him. In that instant, an incredibly sharp short sword flashed out, and a cold short knife appeared. The short sword was thrown towards Chu Tian's throat, and the short knife stabbed directly at Chu Tian's heart. What was even more terrifying was that the speed at which Pang Dahai's body pounced forward was no less than the speed at which the short sword was thrown.

At this moment, no one would think that Pang Dahai was a blind man. How could a blind man be so agile and quick?

Seeing Pang Dahai's attack, Chu Tian inexplicably picked up the short knife of the transgender person. So, in the face of Pang Dahai's attack, he used the short knife in his left hand to protect his throat, held the Minghong Saber in his right hand, and with a leap, he charged towards Pang Dahai. Almost at the same second, Pang Dahai's short sword hit the Minghong Battle Saber in Chu Tian's right hand, and the short knife in Chu Tian's left hand stabbed directly at Pang Dahai's ribs. Just as Chu Tian was about to smile, he suddenly found that the short knife in his left hand couldn't pierce Pang Dahai's body. In an instant, Pang Dahai caught the short sword and, in coordination with the short knife, charged towards Chu Tian's waist. The external impact force and the internal qi rushed towards Chu Tian like a landslide.

Chu Tian tried to use his strength to stop Pang Dahai's attack with the short knife in his left hand. Just then, there was a "ka" sound, and the knife actually broke. The short knife that Chu Tian had picked up broke. Before he could react, Chu Tian withdrew the knife and stepped back. But Pang Dahai could distinguish positions by listening to the wind. With a twist of his body, he directly stuck to Chu Tian, and the short sword in his hand was thrown towards Chu Tian again. Chu Tian took a deep breath and was about to cut with the Minghong Saber. Suddenly, the short knife in Pang Dahai's hand was also thrown over, but it didn't attack any part of Chu Tian. Instead, it hit the handle of the short sword. In an instant, the short sword accelerated. Chu Tian didn't expect it and couldn't dodge it in time. The short sword narrowly scraped across Chu Tian's right waist, cutting his clothes.

If there was a master ranking list, Chu Tian admitted that this Pang Dahai could definitely be among the top five. This Pang Dahai could play the guzheng, knives, and swords so skillfully. Chu Tian suddenly felt a bit regretful. If Tian Yangsheng or the Solitary Sword were here, they could have a good appreciation of this unparalleled battle instead of him having to experience the life-and-death struggle with Pang Dahai himself.

Zhangsun Jincheng and the others didn't even blink their eyes. The battle between these two people was so wonderful and shocking. The confrontation of strength, the proficiency of swords and knives, and the elegance of their movements were truly rare and almost a sight never seen before in the world! Zhangsun Jincheng secretly sighed in his heart. It was definitely a rare battle. The wonderfulness of the scene made them temporarily forget their grudges and appreciate the battle between Chu Tian and Pang Dahai objectively.

Chu Tian suddenly felt his blood boiling. It had been a long time since anyone had made him so excited. The two battles with the Solitary Sword and Tian Yangsheng had both ended in moderation. It was not like today, where they had to fight to the death. Chu Tian's whole body relaxed, and it seemed that he had completely forgotten that he was on the battlefield of life and death. His eyes became even calmer and deeper.

Chu Tian smiled slightly, raised the Minghong Saber in his hand, and floated towards Pang Dahai like a leaf. It was swift and elegant. No one saw how Chu Tian made his move. In an instant, the Minghong Saber in his hand was only half a meter away from Pang Dahai's lips. Pang Dahai didn't dodge. The sword in his hand tilted slightly upwards, as if he was ready to perform a wonderful and magnificent move at any moment.

With a "ka" sound, the tip of Chu Tian's Minghong Saber was between Pang Dahai's two lips, but it couldn't move any further. It was firmly bitten by Pang Dahai's teeth. Chu Tian didn't expect that the strength of his teeth would be so great. The strength of three-tenths concentrated on the knife was actually no match for the strength of his teeth. If Chu Tian had known that since losing his eyesight, Pang Dahai had hidden in the deep mountains and old forests of Heilongjiang and was used to biting through the throats of tigers, wolves, and black bears with his teeth, he might not have felt so frustrated.

Just as Chu Tian found it difficult to withdraw the knife, the sword in Pang Dahai's hand was already shot diagonally towards Chu Tian's shoulder. With a flash of his eyes, Chu Tian used all his strength to forcefully pull back the Minghong Saber, blocked the sword in Pang Dahai's hand, and quickly retreated a few steps. He secretly took a deep breath. This Pang Dahai was truly powerful. Not only could he use a knife and a sword so skillfully, but his copper skin and iron bones were also well-deserved. For a moment, he really didn't know how to deal with him. At this time, Pang Dahai had already rushed over like a cannonball. With his copper skin and iron bones, he naturally wasn't afraid of the knife in Chu Tian's hand. And if Chu Tian was hit by him, he would either die or be severely injured.

At this moment, Chu Tian thought through all the vital parts of Pang Dahai's body. Just when he was worried about how to deal with Pang Dahai, Pang Dahai's head launched an attack first. Suddenly, Chu Tian had a flash of inspiration. He finally knew where he could break through Pang Dahai's copper skin and iron bones.

Chu Tian moved his body and narrowly avoided Pang Dahai's thunderous attack. In an instant, he put away the Minghong Saber, kicked up another machete with his foot, and held the sharp ordinary machete in both hands and chopped towards Pang Dahai's iron head, which didn't dodge. Naturally, as everyone could imagine, the machete would, like the first one, break into two pieces with a "ka" sound. Zhangsun Jincheng showed a smile, Zhangsun Zijun and the others showed a smile, and even Pang Dahai showed a faint dimple. Since Chu Tian, who had an ancient war saber, couldn't defeat Pang Dahai, how could Chu Tian, holding an ordinary machete, succeed?

The machete indeed broke into two pieces with a "ka" sound. At the same time, with this "ka" sound, Chu Tian smiled slightly. His left hand quickly struck Pang Dahai's two eye sockets. The force of Chu Tian's strike made blood seep out from Pang Dahai's eye sockets. With a "hmm" sound, a look of shock appeared on Pang Dahai's face, and his whole body's internal energy instantly weakened. His copper skin and iron bones immediately disappeared.

Chu Tian naturally wouldn't miss this opportunity. He kicked Pang Dahai twice in the air in succession. Without the protection of his divine power, Pang Dahai took a few steps back to steady himself and spat out a mouthful of blood that he hadn't coughed up for a long time. Before Pang Dahai could react, Chu Tian spun around and immediately pounced on him. The ordinary machete that had been broken into two pieces was first thrown towards Pang Dahai's eyes, and then he held the Minghong Saber and stabbed at the somewhat dejected Pang Dahai.

In fact, Chu Tian was also secretly surprised in his heart. He thought that these two feet would be enough to make Fatty Big Sea fall a few times in a row, but who knew that Fatty Big Sea didn't even fall.

Although Fatty Big Sea was injured, it was not powerless to fight again, but the loneliness and loss in his heart instantly filled his heart, and his movements were slightly slow for a moment, blocking the broken knife that shot at his eyes, but suddenly found that Chu Tian's Minghong battle knife had cut his throat at the moment when his true qi was stagnant. At this moment, Fatty Big Sea was not sad or unwilling, but rather relieved and relieved.

Fatty Big Sea had guessed the ending of his life countless times, but he didn't expect to die at the hands of an expert in the end. He felt it was worth it, so he looked very relieved when he fell.

Blood slowly flowed from the corner of Fatty Big Sea's mouth, and he said the last sentence: "How did you know?"

Chu Tian smiled slightly and did not answer, but solemnly bowed three times beside Fatty Big Sea's corpse. Fatty Big Sea was a master, a respected master, and he only sacrificed his life for the kindness of the eldest Sun Jincheng. There are very few such people in the world, so Chu Tian respects him.

The most noticeable thing about a blind man is his eyes, but the least noticeable thing is his eyes, because you feel that his eyes are blind and have no effect at all, so you will never deal with you without any threat and no effect. Fatty Big Sea is covered in copper, iron and bone, invulnerable to guns, but gave up his eyes, because he himself thinks that blind eyes are useless and there is no need to practice, so other people will not find that blind eyes are Fatty Big Sea's biggest weakness.

Chu Tian happened to find out, so Fatty Big Sea died.

Fatty Big Sea's body just fell next to his guzheng. The broken strings of the guzheng were shaken by Fatty Big Sea's body, and it also slightly emitted its last absolute sound "Clank, clank, clank"