piratefiction Chapter 31 Taking the Blade!
Chapter 31 Taking the Blade!
A cold sweat instantly covered his entire body. He knew very well that he had just narrowly escaped death.
"It's him!" Wang Lin saw Zhao An slowly get up from the stone bench, and then looked at the several long knives on the stone table. He no longer dared to be arrogant in the slightest.
Without saying a word, Zhao An strode toward the leader, sword in hand.
His posture was upright and his eyes were piercing. With his powerful stride, he exuded an awe-inspiring presence.
This is the deterrent power he earned by killing those who have been targeted by red-named players!
"I'm afraid of you!" Wang Lin gritted his teeth, picked up his spiked club like a wild boar, and charged into the courtyard, heading straight for Zhao An.
He came with his brothers; if he backs down now, he won't be able to hold his position as a flag bearer anymore!
With a moo, Wang Lin's arm muscles bulged, and he fiercely swung his spiked club, smashing it down on Zhao An's head.
He had great strength from a young age, and he was better than others at farm work. Later, he became even stronger when he practiced martial arts!
He cultivates his inner energy slowly, but in the mountain stronghold, there are few who can match his strength.
Zhao An could tell that his opponent was incredibly strong. He turned to the side, twisted his longsword, and struck the club with the back of the blade. With his superb swordsmanship, he managed to knock the mace off course.
Boom!
The mallet struck the ground, cracking a hole in the paving stone and scattering gravel everywhere.
Zhao An then exerted his strength, and the long knife went up the staff, forcing Wang Lin to abandon the staff in haste.
His face hardened, and he fiercely drew a short knife from his waist to retaliate.
But in terms of swordsmanship, how could he possibly be a match for Zhao An?
After just a few strokes, Zhao An beheaded the other man!
"He has plenty of strength, but his martial arts skills are mediocre, and his internal energy is even weaker..."
After each battle, Zhao An would mentally assess each opponent he had encountered.
This process of reviewing the situation is also a process for him to learn from his combat experience.
The other bandits were terrified when they saw their leader killed so easily, and they hurriedly tried to run away.
"You came and now you want to leave!"
How could Zhao An let these red-named individuals go? He channeled his inner energy into the soles of his feet, and with a sudden burst of strength, his figure shot out like an arrow.
The bandit watched in despair as Zhao An walked past them all.
That courtyard gate was so close, yet I couldn't seem to escape it.
After the long knife reaped the harvest and a few screams rang out, the gate to the courtyard was closed again.
"Brother Zhao is still the best!" Throughout the entire process, Li Gou'er only had time to fire two arrows with his crossbow, killing one person and wounding another.
The rest was handled by Zhao An. Zhao Chunzi could only pretend to carry his knife; before he could even pounce, the fighting was already over.
The number of Soul Slaves will be increased by ten, including one Martial Arts Soul Slave.
In the inner room, just as Meng Wanyi was about to push open the door to come out, Zhao An said in a deep voice.
"go back."
Meng Wanyi was startled, but she still shrank back.
Through the crack in the door, I saw two thugs covered in blood suddenly climb over the courtyard wall.
Tonight is indeed troublesome; it won't be easy for any of the people in the city to get through it.
Li Gou'er, standing to the side, immediately picked up his crossbow again and aimed it at the two men.
At this moment, Zhao An suddenly reached out and pulled Li Gou'er over.
A silver-white throwing knife flashed by, piercing half of Li Gou'er's arm.
If Zhao An had been even a fraction slower, that throwing knife would definitely have pierced Li Gou'er's heart.
"You're not slow, you've got some skill. It's a waste for you to stay in this little courtyard. How about coming with me to Black Wind Stronghold? I'll let you lead a hundred men and make you a banner lord!" Another burly man with a bloodied face chuckled at Zhao An.
Zhao An looked over and saw a bright red name above the other person's head.
Guo Fenglin.
This man had a powerful aura, large hands and feet, and a broad build. His face was not clearly visible, but Zhao An already realized that this man was no ordinary person.
"He killed Wang Lin, and our brothers." The man, who still held a throwing knife in his hand, glanced at the corpses lying on the ground and said in a deep voice.
"Hmm? What a pity. Since that's the case, then I can't let you live." Guo Fenglin said indifferently.
As soon as the man finished speaking, the man next to him made his move, throwing a flying knife that was almost touching Zhao An's forehead in the blink of an eye.
The refracted cold light seemed to make his brow ache.
Without a doubt, the man had been holding back when he first attacked; this time he was truly serious.
In a flash, Zhao An turned his head to avoid it.
The man then moved his hands in quick succession, sending several more throwing knives flying.
Zhao An pushed Li Gou'er away, his body moving swiftly and maneuvering as he parried with his sword, but he still suffered several cuts.
He had never been injured when he slaughtered the Tiger Head Gang and the Python Gang.
Now, facing this person, he was injured in a single encounter.
This throwing knife is truly a deadly technique!
Compared to him, the likes of Xu Donglai and Zhou Hu combined did not exert as much pressure on him as this person.
Ignoring the minor cuts on his body, Zhao An quickly closed in and drew his sword to strike.
God knows how many throwing knives the other side has; he can't possibly be a live target for them to shoot at.
As long as his knife can reach his opponent, he still has a chance to fight back!
Upon seeing this, the man named Cui Ting also drew a short knife and stepped forward.
Zhao An then unleashed his Fierce Tiger Blade, the blade faintly radiating the aura of a tiger roaring through the mountains and forests.
The superb swordsmanship also reversed Zhao An's disadvantage in an instant.
But soon, Zhao An discovered that his previously invincible Four Realms Fierce Tiger Blade Technique was only evenly matched with this man.
In fact, after a few rounds, he was even at a disadvantage.
The opponent's blade was as fast as lightning, and his movements were as swift as a whirlwind. If one was not careful, he could cut his opponent into eight pieces.
"At such a young age, his swordsmanship is comparable to Cui Ting's; he certainly has a bright future." Guo Fenglin leaned against the wall, swallowed a healing pill to calm his surging blood and injuries, and watched the battle from the side.
"It's such a waste to kill them like this..."
clang!
Another clash of swords, their strength clashing, and each of them retreated a few steps.
Zhao An was somewhat unsteady on his feet.
His arm strength was not weak, but his opponent's internal energy was much stronger than his. In a head-on confrontation, he was at a disadvantage.
Zhao An suddenly flicked his wrist, and a hidden throwing knife shot out in a flash of silver light at a cunning moment.
The throwing knife came from the other party, and he had just hidden one in his hand, waiting for an opportunity to retaliate.
Who doesn't know how to throw knives?
Cui Ting clearly hadn't expected Zhao An to have this trick up his sleeve; at close range, the throwing knife pierced his chest.
Unfortunately, it was slightly off-center from the heart, and it didn't die on the spot.
Seeing this, Zhao An took a step forward and slashed out with his sword again.
"How dare you!" Guo Fenglin glared and shouted, holding an iron spear in his hand, and thrust it at Zhao An.
He hadn't expected that his carelessness would allow Zhao An to succeed.
The shot was intended to save Cui Ting.
Unexpectedly, Zhao An neither looked at him nor dodged him!
"To die in someone else's place!"
Zhao An had a plan in mind, and an ordinary soul slave with a one-year enslavement period had been waiting for a long time.
The instant the iron spearhead pierced his back, an invisible shadow appeared out of nowhere on his body, taking the blow for him!