paranoianovel 28. He... fouled! Blood Asura, you deserve to die!
28. He... fouled! Blood Asura, you deserve to die!
A stunningly powerful strike!
Only one cut!
One strike kills the enemy; why need a second?
In the world of martial arts, there is no stubbornness that cannot be broken, only fastness cannot be broken!
Too……
This sword requires the perfect unity of the user and the sword, and necessitates peak vitality to sustain it.
One should press on with one effort, then lose momentum, and finally give up.
As someone just said.
Blood Asura is just showing off.
The real killer was the greyhound.
That is inevitably biased.
Blood Asura wasn't just showing off.
Instead, he was accumulating strength and nurturing his blade, preparing for a fatal blow.
"What a sharp knife!"
Yang Zhao cheered inwardly.
Gentle Breeze Slash!
Increased freezing damage by 50%!
Burn damage increased by 50%!
Burst speed boosted by 100%!
Blood Asura got what he wanted.
Using his own strength, he forced Yang Zhao to reveal the secrets he had developed since he began practicing martial arts.
The strongest strike, the fastest slash!
Whether it's Yang Zhao or Blood Asura.
From the moment the blade was drawn to the moment the two blades clashed.
The entire process involves continuously increasing the cutting speed indefinitely.
If the distance is long enough, it seems to be endless!
That's the charm of a clash between masters!
Clang!
pity……
Only swordsmen like Luo Bing, who have dedicated their youth and sweat to the swift blade.
Or like Lin Shugang, a being with an extremely high level of martial arts skill.
A handful of people were fortunate enough to witness a spectacular display of swift swordsmanship.
The vast majority of people.
All that could be seen was two blades clashing in the void.
When you can see it clearly.
Yang Zhao and Xue Xiuluo have switched places and exchanged positions.
Only half a broken knife remained.
This made them aware of the attack they had just received.
Just how amazing is it?
Just how powerful is it!
The broken knife pierced through the restaurant wall.
They chopped down a table of food and drink.
It almost completely disappeared into the ground.
The momentum has not yet subsided.
The exposed half of the blade.
It was still trembling uncontrollably.
"It's half of the young master's broken sword!"
A startled cry came from somewhere.
The hearts of everyone in the restaurant and on the official road were in their throats.
"Could it be that the young master lost?"
There was absolutely no chance for their thoughts to develop.
"die!"
Yang Zhao gave a cold, sharp shout.
Another strike!
The broken half of the knife had become one with the body.
With the force of a white rainbow piercing the sun, it crashed into the Blood Asura.
"Are you... are you even human?"
A bloodthirsty demon whose hands are stained with human lives...
Panic!
He was really panicked!
A master of knife skills.
How could he not appreciate the subtle nuances of Yang Zhao's swordsmanship?
Same way!
The young man's swordsmanship was similar to his own, albeit through different paths.
They all relied on their peak vitality to unleash amazing sword speed.
A person's vital energy and blood are limited.
It's impossible to maintain peak performance for long.
In fact, can something that can be maintained for a long time still be called a peak?
That's called a horizontal line!
Rather...
The boy before me disregarded the rules of heaven and earth.
His vital energy and blood were not weakened in the slightest.
No at all!
He... committed a foul!
That's what Blood Asura could think of.
Only one thing: He is not human!
Clang!
A clear sound.
The two switched places again.
The initial realm has also undergone earth-shattering changes.
Yang Zhao remained calm.
Less than a quarter of the knife remained in his hand.
Beep, beep, beep!
A blood-soaked Asura kneeling on one knee.
He has lost even a trace of the ruthless spirit he once possessed.
Head bowed, staring in disbelief.
Those hands, calloused from practicing swordsmanship day and night, were remarkably nimble.
And his hands...
It's completely empty!
boom!
A loud bang.
The iron-chopping knife knocked down a wall of the restaurant.
Smoke and dust billowed.
Everywhere, it speaks volumes about Yang Zhao's attack just now.
The destructive power is terrifying!
"Blood Asura, you deserve to die."
Yang Zhao calmly read out the final verdict on Blood Asura.
"etc……"
"No!"
Blood Asura wanted to say something more.
Yang Zhao had already drawn his sword.
The sharp glint of the blade was reflected in his pupils.
It instantly swallowed up all his vision, all life, and everything.
"Your knife is the fastest I've ever seen; there's absolutely no flaw in it."
"To die by your hand, I...accept my fate!"
"Thinking about my life as Blood Asura..."
"Enough killing!"
"I've had my fill of women!"
"Damn it!"
"ha!"
Blood Asura collapsed with a thud.
Murder and arson bring wealth and honor.
If you ask yourself honestly...
How many people present envied Blood Asura's life?
Damn world!
"That's it?"
"I didn't even see it clearly, and it was gone?"
"Fictional novels are all lies. In a real duel between masters, the battle doesn't last three days and three nights. It's decided in the blink of an eye!"
It wreaked havoc in the northern desert for five years.
The poison of the Great Xuan spread throughout the land for two years.
Qingping Prefecture exhausted its resources and pursued the enemy for over three years.
He is number fifty-third on the wanted list.
The history of the Seven Wolves of the Northern Desert has come to an end!
"Just who is this young master? Which noble family does he come from? Or which sect does he belong to?"
"Master Lin, you have the most extensive knowledge, so please tell us what you have to say."
"I have no idea!"
Uncle Lin had just turned and walked away.
"Mr. Lin, you must be joking. Surely you have some clues?"
The man persisted, chasing after him relentlessly.
"You son of a bitch! I don't know! Did you fucking hear me?!"
Wandering the world of martial arts.
Those who are able to live to this age.
There are no fools!
Lin Shugang's words are like a virus.
The disease spread instantly in restaurants and along the main roads.
The atmosphere was extremely oppressive and eerie!
……
Yang Zhao bent down and touched the corpse.
They didn't find much silver or banknotes.
The stolen treasure is probably hidden somewhere in a wolf's den.
Or perhaps the Seven Wolves believed that the whole world was their backyard, and there was no need to spend money.
The answer is now impossible to verify.
However, they found two cultivation manuals on Blood Asura's body.
My own things.
There's no need to rush to watch it.
Yang Zhao tucked it into his bosom.
"good!"
Enter the restaurant and pick up the cleaver from the ground.
Yang Zhao nodded slightly.
The knife is 1.2 meters long, with a thick and wide blade.
It resembles a hybrid of a Miao sword and a Zhanma sword.
It can be wielded with one hand, easily performing chopping, slashing, and sweeping strikes.
It can also be held with both hands for use in armor-piercing.
The blade is dark blue-green with cloud-like patterns.
Only experienced master craftsmen.
This effect is achieved only after more than a hundred folding and forging processes.
The blade gleamed with a cold light.
Upon closer inspection, a line of blood could be seen flowing across it.
This sword has drunk the blood of at least a hundred people!
So far, this is the knife that Yang Zhao is most satisfied with.
"Master Lin, the Seven Wolves of the Northern Desert are ranked fifty-third on the wanted list. I wonder what kind of reward we'll get for taking their heads to the Divine Arrest Bureau?"
Yang Zhao asked Lin Shugang, who was standing in the distance.
"One wolf head costs one thousand taels of silver, seven wolves total seven thousand taels of silver, and in addition..."
Uncle Lin hurriedly answered truthfully.
"I think this is how it works..."
Yang Zhao interrupted Lin Shugang.
As the saying goes, those who see it will have a share.
"Master Lin took the lead and raised two thousand taels of silver from everyone to buy the seven wolf heads I had."
"The five thousand taels of interest can be divided among everyone. As for any other rewards, those should also be split equally among you all; I don't want them!"
Yang Zhao said generously.
In the apricot grove that day.
Yang Zhao demanded 1,500 taels of silver from more than 20 people, including the five heads of Young Master Du.
There are more than a hundred people in front of me. Is this a case of selling them off cheaply?
Yang Zhao knew this better than anyone else.
More than twenty people from Xingzilin.
They were there for the auction; they were all wealthy people.
Although there were many people in front of me, most of them were just passing travelers and didn't have much money on them.
That's about right, that's good enough!
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PS: I'm late with today's update because the data so far isn't ideal, and I spent most of the day feeling emo in my dorm.
Thinking about how I failed miserably, I've been featured on the Sanjiang Literature and Art Publishing House twice, and I've written some excellent works. Even if my last book didn't do well, it still got around a thousand-fold.
What's up with this?
The outline for this book was over 10,000 words long. It took half a month to prepare and more than ten revisions before it was shown to the editor.
Around 2 PM, I saw that there was only so much food left on my meal card, and I couldn't just skip eating.
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