I Fabricated the Techniques, but my disciple really mastered them? - Chapter 197
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Chapter 197: Chapter 131 – Slaying a Grandmaster with One Strike, Yours is Mine_2
Translator: 549690339
“Meng Shushu, hand over the key and submit! Otherwise, die!”
The man in the black robe coldly declared.
“Never!”
Meng Shushu gritted his teeth, resentfully retorting, “You lowly villains! We had an agreement that I would explore the Spiritual Medicine treasure land for you. Not only did you not give me the promised reward, but you also want to control and exploit me. I, Meng Shushu, will never be your lapdog!”
He thrust his long brush into the ground, grasping the treasure land key tightly in his hand. He coldly stated, “Even in death, you’ll never get the Spiritual Medicine from the treasure land!”
He was ready to destroy the key.
But the man in the black robe just chuckled coldly, saying, “Meng Shushu, how much power do you think you have left? With your current strength, do you honestly think you can destroy the key?”
He took a step forward, his expression suddenly growing murderous as he looked at a large tree nearby.
“Who’s there?”
Meng Shushu was startled, but he didn’t budge, nor did he turn to see whom the man in the black robe was shouting at. He kept his eyes firmly on the man, a cold laugh in his heart – he wasn’t going to fall for such a simple trick.
And then, a familiar voice sounded, “Eh, cousin, you seem to be in a bit of trouble, looking a bit miserable!”
Meng Chong!
Meng Shushu nearly cried tears of joy. He turned and saw Meng Chong indeed, perched on a tree, a curious expression on his face.
“Help me, Brother Meng!”
Meng Chong looked unsure, “Cousin, your enemy is quite powerful, this…”
“A sixth-grade Spiritual Medicine – no, make it two!”
Meng Shushu hurriedly interjected.
Nothing was more important than his life now, and though sixth-grade Spiritual Medicines were rare, they weren’t impossible to find!
“Why are you talking about Spiritual Medicine? Your life is far more precious! Don’t demean yourself. I won’t stand by when my own cousin is in trouble!”
Meng Chong solemnly said.
Settling a debt for two sixth-grade Spiritual Medicines, really, what was he thinking?
He moved in front of Meng Shushu.
“Gentlemen, in my honor, can we agree to let this matter slide?”
He asked, bowing slightly.
“Some business is better left alone, or you may find yourself beyond redemption!”
The man in the black robe said coldly.
His curved dagger gleamed ominously as he drew it, revealing the unmistakable aura of a pinnacle Grandmaster.
The two other Grandmaster martial artists also began to surge with power.
A loud rumble followed, causing the surrounding trees to instantly collapse.
“Cousin, your enemies seem quite formidable. Killing them will not be easy, and I could get dragged in further, so remember, you owe me one!”
Meng Chong warned gravely.
“Brother Meng, if you can escape, do so immediately. You don’t necessarily have to fight to the death.”
Meng Shushu advised.
A peak Grandmaster and two intermediate Grandmasters would be too powerful for Meng Chong to defeat alone.
However, there was still a chance of escaping. Seeing Meng Chong willing to risk danger to help him, he felt deeply moved.
He turned to the man in the black robe and sternly asked, “Don’t you really want to give me face on this matter?”
The man in the black robe looked back with cold, murderous eyes.
“After you’re dead, I’ll give you face!”
Meng Chong chuckled, “If that’s how it’s going to be, then I’m afraid I have to offend you. Take this attack!”
Clang!
His sword unsheathed, a momentum capable of dominating heaven and earth suddenly emerged. A single strike slashed through the air as if tearing the sky apart.
Danger!
The man in the black robe felt a chilling sense of dread. This was the first time he had felt such a terrifying threat since becoming a Grandmaster!
There was no escape!
This strike seemed to have already sealed off all his routes of retreat!
Boom!
He expended all his might for an all-out attack. His black robe shred apart to reveal his torso, showing a rough skin lined with finger-wide scars.
His dagger sparkled as he swung to parry the attack with all his might.
Splash!
However, it was all in vain!
Under the Sky-dominating Sword Strike, the man in the black robe was sliced in half immediately, his body turning to ashes.
Meng Chong’s sword then swept away.
The other two Grandmasters were also beheaded by a single strike and turned into ashes!
The motion of unsheathing and sheathing his sword happened in the blink of an eye!
Meng Shushu was simply stunned by the terrifying power of the single strike. The peak Grandmaster was reduced to dust in an instant.
Gulp!
Looking at the muscular Meng Chong, he swallowed his saliva. He knew Meng Chong was strong, but he never imagined he was THIS strong!
“Being a Grandmaster martial artist is indeed hard work.”
Meng Chong sighed.
Meng Shushu:…
Is he even speaking human language?
Killing them all in a single stroke, and he calls that difficult?
“Brother Meng, thank you for saving me!”
Meng Shushu sank to the ground, panting heavily.
“Of course, you’re family. Now, sign this debt note for me.”
Meng Chong nodded, passing pen and paper to Meng Shushu.
“This time, you owe me a life, right?”
Meng Chong asked cheerfully.
Taking a deep breath, Meng Shushu asked, “Cousin, can I repay you with an equivalent in Spiritual Medicine instead?”
Owing someone a life isn’t a good thing.
If he could buy back his life with Spiritual Medicine, it would undoubtedly be the best outcome.
“What are you talking about? Your life is invaluable. How can Spiritual Medicine compare to that?”
Meng Chong argued discontentedly.
All Meng Shushu could do was to wonder whether he should be touched or bewildered. After a long moment, he finally managed to say, “Brother Meng, I can’t repay such a big favor just by saying thank you. Just tell me what you want.”
“Alright then, how about a storage bag?”
Meng Chong suggested after a moment’s thought.
“Just kill me! You might as well kill me!”
Upon hearing this, Meng Shushu, disregarding his injuries, jumped up abruptly and raged..