Chapter Ninety-Nine: The Arrival of Hou Qiankun

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With a firm grip on his massive two-pronged spear, Iron Crutch Liu charged toward the three imposing “Tiger-Head Coffins.” Examining the surface of the coffins, he first approached the one on the far left. Carefully, he stabbed the spear’s tip into the edge of the coffin. This old man truly had skill; the spear’s heavy blade measured over a meter long, yet his thrust was as precise as a sword’s—striking squarely into the nail groove along the coffin’s rim. The accuracy was astonishing. Even if one tried to shove in a chopstick blindly, it would take a great deal of aiming to hit the spot so precisely, let alone a massive spear. Such skill was not acquired overnight.

No sooner had the spear’s tip pierced the surface than Iron Crutch Liu gave a sharp shake of his wrist. With a creak, a gap formed in the coffin’s lid. Immediately, a loud snapping sound echoed as three slender silver wires shot out from the nail groove, aimed directly at Iron Crutch Liu’s face. He twisted his head just in time, letting out a startled cry, narrowly avoiding the deadly filaments.

“Damn it,” Iron Crutch Liu cursed, then quickly plunged the spear into the second nail groove. With a sudden upward flick and a burst of strength, a series of iron hooks were pried off and sent flying. The coffin lid creaked open slightly, then with a sharp click, a mechanism triggered. From the narrow gap, a cold glint burst forth—a crescent-shaped spinning blade whirled out like a bird in flight, heading straight for Iron Crutch Liu.

“Well played!” Iron Crutch Liu sneered and roared. Swiftly, he planted the two-pronged spear before his face, then bent his waist and slid aside, lying flat mid-air. With a flick of his wrist, the spear suddenly softened like a wax candle. The crescent blade spun against the spear with a creaking noise, performing a dizzying dance as if part of a circus act.

“Take this!” Iron Crutch Liu shouted, flinging the crescent blade back toward the coffin. It struck with a crash, shattering half the lid into splinters that scattered across the ground.

Ghost-Faced Zhang snorted coldly, cigarette dangling from his lips as he frowned, muttering to himself, “Old man’s got skills; those moves aren’t weak.” He steadied his long blade, seemingly ready to strike.

Iron Crutch Liu shook his head, scrutinizing the interior of the first coffin. Yet, the red glow inside obscured his view. He decided to open the lower half of the coffin lid. With a flick, he stabbed the spear into the lower nail groove and pried it open with a creak, breaking through without triggering any traps.

Smirking with satisfaction, Iron Crutch Liu—undoubtedly a competitive old man—ignored caution and approached the coffin, sheathing his spear back in its bamboo scabbard.

“Brother Eight, watch out, move aside quickly!”

An elderly voice echoed through the tomb passage. Startled, Iron Crutch Liu exclaimed, “Second Brother?”

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