Great Dao Lord through Deducing Myriad Arts

Chapter 212: Chapter 187: Killing the Sixth Village Chief

Alright, let’s analyze the source text first to ensure my translation is accurate and contextually appropriate.

[Step 1: Contextual Analysis]

Literary genre: This appears to be a Chinese martial arts/xianxia web novel (cultivation/martial arts fantasy)

Language style: The text uses a straightforward narrative style with action sequences, dialogue, and some martial arts terminology.

Tone: Serious, action-oriented, with elements of heroism and justice against evil.

Plot keywords: martial combat, revenge, rescue mission, martial arts masters, city invasion, resistance fighters

Characters:

- Wu Liangchen (武良辰) - Male protagonist, powerful martial artist who has returned to his hometown

- Liu Liu (刘鎏) - Male antagonist, one of the "village chiefs" (Six Village Chief) of the Cyan Cloud Mountain forces invading the city

- Pang Hao (庞豪) - Male, a senior martial artist from the Zongxiang Martial Arts Hall who’s fighting against the invaders

Context: The story seems to be about Wu Liangchen returning to his hometown (Dinghai City) which is under attack by forces from Cyan Cloud Mountain. He encounters Liu Liu, one of the invaders’ leaders, who is terrorizing and killing local martial artists. Wu Liangchen intervenes, kills Liu Liu, and begins organizing the remaining resistance fighters.

[Step 2: Integrated Translation and Polishing]

Now I’ll translate the text section by section, carefully adhering to the glossary terms and applying all the rules:

Starting with the translation:

The first paragraph describes the martial artists’ reaction to Liu Liu’s brutal actions. They’re angry and decide to attack him.

Liu Liu easily defeats them, demonstrating exceptional physical strength by crushing their weapons with his bare hands.

One martial artist sacrifices himself to let the others escape, but Liu Liu mocks his sacrifice.

Wu Liangchen arrives suddenly, firing an arrow that forces Liu Liu to retreat. He then rapidly kills Liu Liu’s followers with some kind of projectile attack.

Wu Liangchen confronts Liu Liu directly. Despite Liu Liu’s confidence and physical power (he expands his muscles and becomes larger), Wu Liangchen defeats him with a single strike that shatters both his arms.

The local martial artists recognize Wu Liangchen with shock and joy. When Liu Liu tries to beg for mercy and offer a bribe, Wu Liangchen decapitates him.

Wu Liangchen then speaks with the survivors, led by Pang Hao, about organizing the remaining martial artists in the city to resist the invaders from Cyan Cloud Mountain. They arrange to meet that night.

Pang Hao explains that his master died fighting on the first day of the invasion, refusing to flee in order to maintain the honor of Dinghai City’s martial artists.

The Chapter ends with Wu Liangchen heading to South City after finding nothing of value on Liu Liu’s corpse.

Now let me provide the full translation with all proper term usage and stylistic adjustments:

After hearing Liu Liu’s words and witnessing the atrocities committed by him and his men, all the Martial Artists were furious beyond measure.

"Go to hell!"

They charged forward, each wielding swords and blades.

It was evident that these fighters were accustomed to fighting side by side, their coordination seamless.

This was precisely why they had managed to survive the overwhelming assault from Cyan Cloud Mountain until now.

But Liu Liu didn’t care at all. He simply stood in place, smiling and waiting.

Only when they charged within range did Liu Liu suddenly swing the large cleaver in his hand. The tremendous force directly sent the weapons of the two leading Martial Artists flying.

However, by then, the weapons of the other Martial Artists had also reached him.

Yet whether blade edge or sword tip, when they struck Liu Liu’s body, they couldn’t even break his skin, leaving only white marks.

The expressions on the Martial Artists’ faces changed dramatically.

"It’s body-tempering martial arts!"

"Attack his weak points!"

But how could Liu Liu let such an opportunity pass? With a sinister grin, he stretched out his fan-sized hands, directly grabbing the incoming swords and blades, then violently clenched his fists.

CRUNCH!

Accompanied by a teeth-grating sound of metal grinding, these weapons were crushed into scrap metal by Liu Liu’s bare hands.

The Martial Artists turned pale and hastily retreated.

"Trying to run? Not so easy!"

With those words, the nearly six-and-a-half-foot-tall Sixth Village Chief took large strides in pursuit.

The Martial Artist at the back heard the footsteps behind him, but in this moment of crisis, he didn’t choose to flee. Instead, he resolutely stopped, turned to face Liu Liu, and shouted: "All of you go! I’ll hold him off!"

Having underestimated their opponent’s strength, they had misjudged the danger of this mission.

Now, under Liu Liu’s pursuit, if no one delayed him, they would all perish here.

This Martial Artist recognized this fact, which was why he decisively chose to sacrifice himself.

"Such brotherhood and loyalty. Too bad none of you will escape!" Liu Liu sneered as he spoke, then launched a powerful punch.

This punch was fierce and mighty, completely beyond what the Martial Artist could withstand.

But just then, a black shadow suddenly shot toward Liu Liu’s face at extreme speed.

Liu Liu was startled. He immediately abandoned the Martial Artist before him, rapidly retreated while raising his hand to knock away the arrow aimed at him.

"Who’s there?" Liu Liu’s palm felt numb from the impact. He shouted warily.

The Martial Artists were also bewildered.

They were all brothers from the same school, and none of their other companions knew archery.

Just then, a cold snort came from afar, followed by streaks of white light shooting into the courtyard.

Liu Liu immediately retreated to evade.

Despite his large frame, his movements were extremely nimble.

But while he could dodge, his subordinates weren’t so fortunate.

The white lights shattered their skulls and throats.

After a few brief screams, these thugs who had just been flaunting their power and taking pleasure in killing were all dead.

In the blink of an eye, the entire courtyard fell silent.

This scene made Liu Liu’s eyelids twitch uncontrollably.

Just this one display of power was enough to make anyone’s blood run cold.

When did Dinghai City get such a formidable fighter?

Not only was he puzzled, but the local Martial Artists were also astounded.

However, their confusion was quickly answered as a figure suddenly rushed into the courtyard at incredible speed, heading straight for Liu Liu.

The speed was so fast that it shocked Liu Liu deeply, but confident in his own strength, he chose not to retreat. Instead, he let out a furious roar and unleashed his full power.

His muscles bulged all over his body, making him grow at least one-third larger. His fists swelled to the size of adult heads as he threw them at the approaching figure.

The figure neither dodged nor evaded, seemingly prepared to meet the punch head-on.

Seeing this, Liu Liu’s heart leaped with joy.

He had full confidence in this punch.

It could demolish not just a person but even a rockery with a single blow.

So in Liu Liu’s view, his opponent’s reckless action was practically suicidal.

But in the next instant, the smug look on his face froze.

His fist had struck what felt like a "steel plate."

Then, an overwhelming and irresistible force came crashing through, shattering his fingers, wrist bones, forearms...

CRACK!

The immense power completely broke his arms. The momentum caused the broken arm bones to pierce through his shoulder blades, tearing through muscle and exposing stark white bone.

One strike!

With just one strike!

This imposing Sixth Village Chief Liu Liu, whose arms could easily exert thousands of pounds of force, had both arms ruined.

The local Martial Artists were completely stunned.

At the same time, the figure landed, revealing himself to be a stern-faced young man.

But among these Martial Artists, someone immediately recognized him.

"Master Wu! It’s Master Wu Liangchen!"

Their voices were filled with surprised joy and disbelief.

Everyone knew that the now-famous Wu Liangchen had gone to the Huangpu Guard.

How could he suddenly appear here?

The local Martial Artists were puzzled, while Liu Liu was terrified.

He never imagined that Wu Liangchen, whom he had once considered a mere wet-eared boy, could be so formidable.

With just one move, he had completely crippled him.

The combination of excruciating pain and fear turned his face pale, and large beads of sweat covered his forehead—a complete transformation from his previous arrogance.

Wu Liangchen hadn’t expected this imposing man would be so easily defeated.

He had only used seventy percent of his strength.

But Wu Liangchen didn’t know that, with the enhancement of the Ten Thousand Laws Tripod, his strength already far surpassed Martial Artists of the same realm.

So ordinary Third Realm fighters like Liu Liu were no match for him at all.

Wu Liangchen scanned the courtyard, then frowned.

"Was all this your doing?"

Liu Liu had wanted to escape—his arms were ruined, but his legs were fine.

But upon hearing Wu Liangchen’s question, his legs seemed to stop obeying him, unable to take a single step.

So he could only force himself to lie: "It wasn’t me. I had no idea. It was all those thugs’ doing."

After shifting all blame from himself, he even managed to squeeze out a fawning smile.

"Master Wu, I have quite a fortune saved up. If you spare this dog’s life, I—"

Before he could finish, a blade flashed. Liu Liu’s eyes widened as he stared incredulously at Wu Liangchen.

Wu Liangchen held his sword diagonally toward the ground, a drop of fresh blood rolling down the gleaming blade.

Then a red line appeared across Liu Liu’s neck.

The red line quickly widened, suddenly spurting a jet of blood. With the tremendous force of the blood spray, his head flew off.

Even as his head hit the ground, Liu Liu hadn’t completely lost consciousness. His eyelids twitched and his mouth opened and closed, trying to say something, but no sound came out.

Wu Liangchen sheathed his blade and said coldly: "A dog’s life can be spared, but not yours."

Hearing these words, Liu Liu’s eyes rapidly dimmed as life left him.

The headless corpse fell to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

Wu Liangchen turned to look at the Martial Artists, whose faces showed a complex mix of surprise, joy, and fear. He asked:

"How many Martial Artists like you are still in the city?"

These men exchanged glances, then the older one who led them stepped forward and said: "As far as we know, there are less than fifty left."

"That few?" Wu Liangchen asked with surprise.

The older Martial Artist smiled bitterly: "Master Wu, that count was from last night. By now, I’m sure we’ve lost even more."

"Cyan Cloud Mountain is too powerful. Not just the village chiefs, even their minor leaders are difficult to handle. Plus, we’re fighting separately and can’t coordinate, so our losses are severe."

Speaking to this point, the older Martial Artist looked at Wu Liangchen with hope.

"Master Wu, you’re the strongest, and everyone respects you. If you call everyone together, they’ll definitely follow your command!"

Wu Liangchen pondered for a moment, then said: "I wouldn’t call it commanding, but you can tell everyone that whoever is willing should gather at the West Garden theater at midnight tonight. I’ll be there."

"Excellent! I’ll notify everyone I possibly can!" The older Martial Artist said with renewed spirit.

"What’s your name?"

"I’m Pang Hao, formerly the senior disciple of Zongxiang Martial Arts Hall. These are all my junior brothers!"

Zongxiang Martial Arts Hall...

Wu Liangchen thought for a moment and recalled there had indeed been such a martial arts hall, though it was small and unremarkable.

"What about your master?" Wu Liangchen asked casually.

Unexpectedly, Pang Hao’s eyes reddened, and he lowered his head, saying in a deep voice: "My master died in battle on the first day."

Wu Liangchen immediately felt solemn respect.

If nothing else, the courage to stay and defend one’s homeland was admirable enough.

"My condolences!"

"It’s all right, Master Wu. Before he died, my master said he had practiced martial arts his whole life without achieving much fame, but he couldn’t lose face as a Martial Artist."

"If everyone fled, wouldn’t Cyan Cloud Mountain and the world ridicule Dinghai City’s men for having no balls?"

"That’s why he chose to die fighting, to show those bandits the courage of Dinghai City’s men."

As he said this, Pang Hao and those behind him all showed expressions of pride.

Wu Liangchen couldn’t help feeling moved. "After this is over, I will definitely pay my respects at your master’s grave."

Pang Hao left with his men. Wu Liangchen habitually began searching Liu Liu’s corpse, but as expected, found nothing of value.

’Damn it. Bunch of broke bastards!’

Wu Liangchen cursed silently, then leaped up and left the courtyard, heading straight for South City.

Meanwhile, the servant boy was also being escorted home under guard by a group of thugs.