180: Chapter 180 The Fifth Life, The Blazing Sun Illuminates the Martial Path (128)

Chu Shi looked at the two silly fellows in front of him who were pretending to be cool with such serious expressions, and he almost couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Qiu Family Twin Swords? I think it's more like the Qiu Family Twin Fools."

"Did you forget what you just said? Great Sun Holy Land, Lieyang Peak."

"Playing with Blazing Sun Concept in front of me? You are showing off your skills before an expert; it's like wielding a broadsword in front of Guan Gong."

Chu Shi complained inwardly, but his hands didn't slow down.

He didn't dodge or evade, still holding the Blazing Sun Fist Seal, while secretly circulating the Blazing Sun Body Casting Method and Great Sun Vajra Body.

In an instant, his skin turned into a dazzling reddish-gold, shimmering with a cold metallic luster, and he looked like a war god cast from gold.

The Blazing Sun Qi on his body surged violently, like a real small sun suspended in mid-air, instantly crushing Qiu Yang's pathetic Blazing Sun Sword Intent into pieces.

Chu Shi stepped forward, charging straight into the sword light, preparing to meet attack with attack, to shatter their twin sword formation head-on and beat these two arrogant little fellows into submission in one go.

By the way... I'll add a bump to both of their heads. The single horn Qiu Feng got from his fall earlier looked really awkward; it was too asymmetrical and ruined the aesthetic.

"Clang!"

Fist and swords collided again, the loud noise this time making one's eardrums ache.

The Qiu brothers felt as if their swords had struck a mountain cast from ten-thousand-year black iron. An irresistible force surged along the blades, causing both of them to groan simultaneously. Their web spaces split open again, and blood flowed freely. Their long swords were bent into a terrifying arc, almost snapping directly.

"What?!"

The smugness on Qiu Yang's face instantly froze, his eyes widening into circles.

Before he could react, Chu Shi's second punch had already arrived!

Chu Shi's fists were as fast as lightning, carrying brilliant flaming power, smashing down one after another, giving the two of them absolutely no chance to adjust their formation.

Every punch was as heavy as a thousand jun, forcing the Qiu brothers to fend off the blows in a sorry state, without even the room to fight back.

In just three or five rounds, the twin sword formation they had barely managed to maintain was completely scattered.

"So much for the Qiu Family Twin Swords? Is that all you've got?" Chu Shi complained while fighting, his fists precisely avoiding vital points and focusing on their arms, legs, and the backs of their heads.

"Who was it that said they wanted to 'fulfill' me just now?"

"Are you still going to act tough?"

Qiu Feng was the first to give in, scurrying around while hugging his head, howling, "Stop hitting me, stop hitting me! I was wrong! I won't dare to act tough again! Big Brother, I was wrong!"

"Qiu Feng! You stay right there!" Qiu Yang was so angry he jumped, fending off Chu Shi's fists in a sorry state while cursing, "How can you bow your head to an enemy! You've lost all the face for the Qiu Family Twin Swords! Can't you have some backbone!"

"But Brother! It really hurts!" Qiu Feng shouted aggrievedly while running, tears welling up in his eyes, "His fists are like iron blocks! If he hits me again, my head is going to swell up with bumps!"

Hearing this, Chu Shi backhanded a precise flick to the back of Qiu Feng's head.

With a "thud," a large, purplish bump instantly swelled up.

"Knowing it hurts is good; that'll teach you to learn your lesson." Chu Shi clapped his hands, letting go of Qiu Feng, who was hugging his head and crouching on the ground drawing circles, and turned with a smile to look at Qiu Yang.

Qiu Yang: "..."

Seeing Chu Shi walking towards him, he was so scared he turned and ran.

Chu Shi chased him unhurriedly from behind, his fists landing on the back of his head or shoulders from time to time. While hitting him, he asked, "Are you wrong yet? Still want to maintain the face of the Qiu Family Twin Swords? Are you still going to act tough?"

Qiu Yang was chased until he was drenched in sweat, his face covered in bruises, and three or four large bumps had already swelled up on his head, looking exactly like a string of Dragon horns.

Finally, unable to run anymore, he dropped to the ground with a "thump," hugging his head with both hands, his voice thick with a crying tone, "I was wrong, I was wrong! Isn't it enough that I admit I was wrong! Stop hitting me! Please, just stop hitting me!"

Chu Shi finally stopped, dusted off his hands, and walked up to the two. He looked at the symmetrical, round bumps on the brothers' heads and nodded with satisfaction.

Hmm, not bad. This is much more symmetrical, much easier on the eyes.

Qiu Yang and Qiu Feng crouched on the ground, hugging their heads with both hands, looking up at him aggrievedly, just like two little mongrel dogs that had been beaten up badly.

Qiu Feng rubbed the bumps on his head and muttered softly, "And you're talking about me? You didn't last long before surrendering either..."

"How dare you!" Qiu Yang instantly flared up, raising his hand to hit Qiu Feng, "If it wasn't for you surrendering first and shaking our morale, would I have lost! I'm going to beat you to death today, you traitor!"

"Ahhh, Brother, I was wrong! Don't hit me!" Qiu Feng hurriedly hugged his head and dodged to the side, and the two of them got into a scuffle.

Just then, Chu Shi cleared his throat and spoke.

Chu Shi cleared his throat and tapped his fingertips lightly on the black iron bracers at his waist.

"Are you done making a scene?"

The three light words fell, and the brothers, who had been tangled up in a scuffle, froze instantly. They looked up at him in perfect unison, their hands still in the pose of grabbing each other's collars.

The corner of Qiu Feng's mouth was still stained with dust he'd picked up earlier, and Qiu Yang's hair was as messy as a bird's nest; the symmetrical bumps on their heads were particularly conspicuous in the sunlight.

"No, we're not making a scene!" Qiu Yang let go abruptly, messed up his hair, and stiffened his neck to put on a brave front, "We were just, just sparring! Yes! Fellow disciples sparring!"

"Oh?" Chu Shi raised an eyebrow, looking at him with a half-smile, "Sparring until you were running around on the ground hugging your heads? Sparring until you were begging me to stop hitting you?"

Qiu Yang's face turned red to the roots of his ears in a flash, and his stiff neck softened halfway, but he still stubbornly insisted, "Th-that was me letting you win! I was afraid that if I used too much force, I would hurt you! After all, you are a guest of the Great Sun Holy Land, and we in the Four Seasons Holy Land have our ways of treating guests!"

"Brother," Qiu Feng whispered, undermining him from the side, "Just a moment ago you clearly said you were going to beat him so badly that even his Master wouldn't recognize him..."

"Shut up!" Qiu Yang turned back and glared at him fiercely, his teeth itching with anger, "If you say another word, I'll feed your jar of peach preserves to the spirit pet when we get back!"

Qiu Feng immediately covered his mouth, looking at Chu Shi with big, watery eyes. That aggrieved little look was just like a little milk dog that had been bullied.

Chu Shi couldn't help but laugh out loud and shook his head, "Alright, stop acting. I'm asking you, why did you block my path for no reason? Don't give me any of that sparring nonsense; I don't have the leisure to play house with two little fellows at the Middle Stage of the Copper Bone Realm."

Mentioning business, Qiu Yang's expression finally became a bit more serious, though he still awkwardly turned his head away, "Wh-who blocked your path for no reason! We were here guarding to rob... no, that's not right, we were here waiting for those who don't follow the rules!"

"Guarding to rob what?" Chu Shi pressed.

"To rob..." Qiu Yang was about to speak, but suddenly closed his mouth, his eyes drifting away.

Qiu Feng, beside him, couldn't help it anymore. He tugged on his brother's arm and whispered, "Brother, we've already been beaten like this, so let's stop pretending. He's so powerful, we can't rob him anyway."

After saying that, he looked up at Chu Shi and honestly confessed, "We heard that many Outer Sect Disciples have recently entered the Temporal Secret Realm, and they all carry quite a few Spirit Stones and Medicinal Pills. We wanted to rob a bit... oh no, 'borrow' a bit, to save up enough money to go down the mountain and buy Zhang's osmanthus cake. I heard they have a new honey-filled flavor, it's delicious, but it's too expensive; one piece costs two Low-Grade Spirit Stones!"

"Qiu Feng!" Qiu Yang was so angry he jumped, reaching out to cover his mouth, "Can you have some ambition! All you think about is eating! We were obviously saving money to buy that copy of 'Four Seasons Sword Manual Supplement'!"