C6 True Martial Seven Segment Formation

Yuu Lianzhou and his fellow disciples quickly followed, scrambling to unearth Soong Qingshu from beneath the rubble.

Soong Qingshu was unconscious, his body marred with numerous bloodstains.

Soong Yuanqiao, frantic with worry, examined his son's wounds, his anger rising. The right shoulder blade was shattered, and three ribs were broken by the fallen wall.

Broken ribs were one thing, but the shoulder blade injury was critical. Healing such a delicate area was notoriously difficult, especially since it was essential for the right arm's strength—a crucial factor for a swordsman.

Zhang Wuji went pale, regretting his actions. He had thought he'd been gentle, but the consequences were dire.

Lin Yuanjian, looking on helplessly, asked, "What happened? Didn't I tell you to go easy?"

In distress, Zhang Wuji raked his fingers through his hair, blurting out, "I only used 10% of my strength, I never imagined Brother Soong would be so..." He caught himself, swallowing the rest of his sentence.

Just 10%? The crowd was stunned.

A palm strike that sent a man flying over ten meters, collapsing a wall in the process, and he claimed it was only 10%? No one would question if he said it was his full strength.

But everyone knew Zhang Wuji to be truthful to a fault; he wouldn't lie.

Meaning, he truly had used just a fraction of his power.

What did that imply? If he were to exert his full strength, who could possibly stand against him?

And if the disciple was this formidable, how much more so was his master, Lin Yuanjian?

Soong Yuanqiao was shaken, struggling to contain his fury.

Anyone would lose their composure if their child was gravely injured.

He summoned Yuu Daiyan's disciple, Gu Xu Zi, to take Soong Qingshu for treatment. Only then did he turn to Lin Yuanjian with a frosty gaze, remarking, "Mr. Lin, your tutelage has certainly produced remarkable results."

"Great Uncle, it was all Wuji's recklessness. He didn't gauge his strength. Please, don't fault my master," Zhang Wuji pleaded, his face etched with remorse.

Sensing the escalating tension, Zhou Zhiruo interjected, "Hero Soong, attending to Brother Soong's injuries should be our priority right now."

Soong Yuanqiao was known for his fierce loyalty, especially when it came to his son's well-being.

"Eldest Senior Brother, you..." Yuu Lianzhou hesitated, his words trailing off.

Soong Yuanqiao's gaze remained fixed on Lin Yuanjian as he proposed, "Our school possesses the True Martial Seventh Segment Formation, a technique we've yet to deploy. Perhaps, Mr. Lin, you could enlighten us?"

The suggestion alarmed Yuu Lianzhou and the others. Yuu Lianzhou quickly protested, "Big brother, that's not wise! The True Martial Seventh Segment Formation is our sect's most formidable technique. Its power is immense; we can't just wield it carelessly."

Yin Liting chimed in, supporting the caution, "Exactly, Second Brother is right. Moreover, the True Martial Seven Segment Formation requires seven practitioners to fully unleash its potential. With Fifth Brother gone and Third Brother incapacitated, how can we expect the formation to function with two missing?"

Lin Yuanjian was well aware of the True Martial Seven Segment Formation, a formidable strategy devised by Zhang Sanfeng. Each of his seven disciples had mastered a unique set of martial arts, making them formidable in their own right. When two disciples combined their skills, they were both offensive and defensive. Three together doubled their might, four could match eight top-tier fighters, five could take on sixteen, six could stand against thirty-two, and with all seven united, they were a force equal to sixty-four elite warriors!

The full might of the True Martial Seven Segment Formation was truly fearsome, tantamount to an onslaught from sixty-four first-class masters!

"Big brother, Qingshu was honorably defeated by Wuji, who had no ill intentions. Why displace your anger onto others?" Yuu Daiyan implored, chastising Soong Yuanqiao.

Yet Soong Yuanqiao, as if deaf to the rebuke, persisted, "While the five of us may not match the full strength of seven, the difference is negligible." His resolve was clear; he was set on confronting Lin Yuanjian with the True Martial Seven Segment Formation.

The others, Yuu Lianzhou included, were at a loss for words.

"Let's see this formation of yours," Lin Yuanjian said, his face betraying no emotion. "But I do have one small suggestion."

Soong Yuanqiao, intrigued, urged him to continue.

"The formation is incomplete with just five," Lin Yuanjian explained. "Its full potential can't be realized. Why not add two more to round out the ranks?"

His proposal was met with astonishment; such audacity to imply they weren't challenging enough!

"Add two more?" Soong Yuanqiao questioned. "Besides us brothers, who else knows the intricacies of the True Martial Seven Segment Formation?"

"Mr. Song, it seems he's looking for an excuse to dodge the fight," Ding Minjun interjected sharply.

Lin Yuanjian, ignoring her comment, went on, "Zhang Wuji can fill in for the fifth position. Mr. Song, you simply need to impart to Wuji the martial arts necessary for the formation. As for Yuu Daiyan, he can join the fray himself."

Soong Yuanqiao, incensed, retorted, "Absurd! You know full well my third brother's martial arts have been utterly depleted. How can he possibly fight?"

Unruffled, Lin Yuanjian clarified, "Yu Sanxia need only defend, not attack. He'll hold a position, and I assure you, I won't breach that front. Thus, there's no need for him to engage in combat."

This logical explanation made it clear: with these adjustments, the True Martial Seven Segment Formation would indeed be complete.

Since Lin Yuanjian had pledged not to target Yuu Daiyan's position, it was as secure as a fortress.

"Wuji, follow me," Soong Yuanqiao beckoned to Zhang Wuji.

Zhang Wuji glanced at Lin Yuanjian, who nodded his consent, and then he followed Soong Yuanqiao.

Yuu Daiyan sighed, "Sometimes, big brother can be overly obstinate. Mr. Lin, I ask for your understanding."

"Qingshu is his pride and joy," Yuu Lianzhou remarked. "Anyone else would likely react just as big brother has."

Lin Yuanjian simply stated, "Later, I expect no one to hold back."

Yuu Lianzhou nodded in agreement and said, "With such boldness, it would be disrespectful for us brothers to hold anything back."

"Truly, a hero emerges from youth. At his age, we could barely master a single sword technique, yet he's already challenging the Five Heroes of Wudang," remarked Bei Jinyi, her eyes sparkling with admiration as she observed Lin Yuanjian, who stood with a composed demeanor, seemingly unfazed by the upcoming challenge as if it were a trivial matter.

Ding Minjun, ever the cynic, scoffed, "All this posturing—let's see if he remains this composed after his defeat."

"We've witnessed Zhang Wuji's martial prowess. Given that he is Wuji's master, he surely possesses genuine skill," Zhou Zhiruo mused, feeling an inexplicable sense of pride, as though Zhang Wuji were her own partner.

Years had passed since their parting by the Han River, and the once green youth had matured so remarkably.

And the catalyst for this growth was none other than the young man claiming to be Zhang Wuji's master, Lin Yuanjian.

Beyond the delight of reuniting with Zhang Wuji, Zhou Zhiruo's curiosity about this enigmatic young man was also piqued.

A tea's time later, Soong Yuanqiao and Zhang Wuji returned.

"Big Brother, what's the situation?" Yuu Lianzhou inquired.

"Hmm, Wuji is exceptionally gifted. I've imparted all the essentials of the formation to him, and I'm confident there won't be any issues with our coordination," Soong Yuanqiao replied.

"Then let's proceed with the formation," Lin Yuanjian declared, striding toward the courtyard's center. Turning to Zhang Wuji, he added, "Wuji, don't hold back because I'm your master. I expect your full effort."

"I understand, Master. Please be careful," Zhang Wuji responded.

Before long, Soong Yuanqiao, Yuu Lianzhou, Zhang Songxi, Yin Liting, Mo Shenggu, and Zhang Wuji had taken their positions. Yuu Daiyan also took his place, though his was a defensive stance, unable to go on the offensive.

True to his word, Lin Yuanjian had no intention of breaking through that point.

Holding his sword, Soong Yuanqiao queried, "Don't you need a weapon?"

"Swords and sabers are blind; I wouldn't want to injure any of you. This branch will suffice," Lin Yuanjian replied, picking up a thumb-thick, three-foot-long stick from the ground.