20demayo Chapter 1311 - 1309: One Slash
Chapter 1311 - 1309: One Slash
As Yang Chen suspected, the primary target for these martial artists was Futian Xiongchun and Takamoto Oe, who were imprisoned inside.A large number of people poured into the holding room.
The rest distracted attention outside.
In the blink of an eye, Night Fire and Yang Cao were fighting alongside these martial artists.
The movements and attack methods of these martial artists were extremely bizarre, making them hard to defend against.
The Guards led by Yang Cao and Night Fire weren’t members of the Dragon Tooth Squad or Asura Hall; they were troops sent by the Special Guard, facing these well-trained martial artists from Beihai Country, they weren’t at an advantage.
They were experts in firearms and masters of combat. However, against the Beihai martial artists, who were adept in assassination and close combat, they were still hard to withstand, with some already lying in pools of blood.
Of course, no matter how fast the Beihai martial artists were, they could still be hit by bullets.
The battle continued, with victories and losses on both sides.
Ye Xin had already charged out bravely, dressed in white, like a war goddess from Celestial Palace, storming into the Beihai Country martial artists hidden in the Black Night, wielding dual knives in both hands, harvesting lives!
In the darkness, a figure stood motionless.
Yang Chen stared at him, unmoved like a mountain.
All around, the battle raged fiercely, yet it did not affect them at all.
That person laughed, "Dragon King! My master once told me that you might be the strongest in Flame Country! And I, as my master’s most outstanding disciple, am very honored to challenge Dragon King!"
Yang Chen said coldly, "I never leave nameless people under my blade!"
The person sneered, drawing the katana from his hand, the blade emitting a chilling light that could cause goosebumps!
It was a good sword, evident from the menacing gleam.
"I am... Bendao Yilang; my sword gallops like a horse, swift like wind! No one can withstand my blade. In Beihai Country, I am called Bendao Yilang, a name given by my master and earned by my own prowess! Dragon King! Draw your blade!" Bendao Yilang was glaring with fierce fighting spirit.
Bendao Yilang?
Yang Chen sneered, drawing a dagger with a reverse grip.
This dagger was often used by Special Guard members, made of special alloy, extremely sharp and hard—a perfect choice for close combat.
Seeing the dagger in Yang Chen’s hand, Bendao Yilang couldn’t help but get furious, "Dragon King! Don’t underestimate me!"
Yang Chen didn’t understand this statement, frowned, and glared at Bendao Yilang.
Bendao Yilang angrily sheathed his sword and roared, "What I practice is known as the swift path, the sword crafted painstakingly by Beihai’s master swordsmith, named Bendao. I founded my own school, these disciples are all my students! My greatest achievement was slicing off three hundred and seventy-six heads with a single sword. Throughout the years, I have slain five thousand three hundred seventy-six people, decapitating three thousand one hundred twelve! My accolades are extremely glorious, and after comparing them with Dragon King, I am in no way inferior! You fight me with a mere dagger; this is simply insulting!"
After hearing this, Yang Chen considered Bendao Yilang a lunatic, sneered, "A dagger suffices. If you want to fight, just fight, stop with the chatter!"
Bendao Yilang comparing his achievements to Yang Chen was laughable!
Yang Chen just didn’t speak, indulging this Beihai Country man’s arrogance.
"Bastard!" Bendao Yilang cursed, unable to maintain his politeness and gentlemanly demeanor, revealing his true nature by drawing his sword, "Dragon King! Today, I will show you the might of a Beihai Country martial artist!"
Yang Chen tightened his grip on the dagger, stared at Bendao Yilang, "Sorry! I’ve never heard of Bendao Yilang’s name!"
"Then today, let me show you my power! Bastard!" Bendao Yilang roared, charging forward.
Being a martial artist, Bendao Yilang was entirely dressed in black, with only his eyes visible, flashing in the darkness, and instantly rushing in front of Yang Chen.
As he moved, he hid the gleaming sword behind him, and at the moment he reached Yang Chen, he brought it to the front, the cold light flashed, slashing violently towards Yang Chen.
Yang Chen was unfazed, charging at Bendao Yilang.
Clang!
In an instant.
The blade flashed.
A moment of convergence.
The two swapped positions.
Bendao Yilang still held the sword, making a posture after slashing.
While Yang Chen stood straight like a resilient pine.
At this moment, it seemed as though the battle around them had vanished, leaving only the two of them.
A quiet that was terrifying.
"Hm!"
Who knows who grunted, breaking the frightening silence.
Drip!
The sound of water falling onto stone was surprisingly piercing.
Yang Chen slowly turned around, looking at Bendao Yilang.
Bendao Yilang’s body swayed, supporting himself with the sword, looking at Yang Chen in disbelief.
"This... This is impossible!" Bendao Yilang exclaimed in terror.
Drip!
Drip!
Blood flowed from Bendao Yilang, dripped onto the stone, resembling the countdown of his life.
Yang Chen shook his arm, flicking the blood off the dagger, "Nothing is impossible. Your blade... is too slow!"
"Pft!" Bendao Yilang spat a mouthful of blood.
He named himself Bendao Yilang, created the swift path, his proudest achievement was fast blades, like racing thunder!
Yet now, he’s told his blade was too slow!
This... was hard for him to accept.
But it was indeed the reality.
Shhh!
Blood continuously poured from Bendao Yilang’s neck, chest, arms...
Evidently, at the instant earlier, Yang Chen not only deflected Bendao Yilang’s attack but also inflicted lethal damage in a quick exchange.
The most deadly was the artery in his neck.
The chest suffered merely a slash; Yang Chen hadn’t managed to pierce Bendao Yilang’s heart.
Bendao Yilang forcefully held his neck to stop the blood from pouring out, but with a racing heart from intense action, his heart pumped like a machine, continuously spewing blood through the wound.
Bendao Yilang tried supporting himself with the sword, but it couldn’t hold; his body shook and fell to the ground with a thud.
"Cough cough!" Bendao Yilang’s eyes widened, staring at Yang Chen in unwillingness, wanting to say something, but his mouth was full of blood foam, only emitting coughs.
His mouth and nose sprayed all blood!
Yang Chen walked close, picked up the katana, examining it closely from top to bottom, nodded, "The sword is good; unfortunately, the skill isn’t refined!"
"Pft!"
Upon hearing these words, Bendao Yilang was infuriated, spitting another mouthful of blood, nearly dying on the spot from anger.
Yang Chen seeing Bendao Yilang spitting blood, chuckled coldly, shaking his head, "Even if you didn’t die here today, you wouldn’t have been qualified to be my opponent for a lifetime! I don’t know who your master is; to me, only one person from the entire Beihai Country is qualified to be my opponent! That person is Beiliuchuan Yimu!"
Upon hearing this name, Bendao Yilang’s eyes widened in total unwillingness... his breath completely ceased!