Chapter 370 - Why Not You Try (2/2)

Su Canye quickly made his way there by squeezing through the crowd, then promptly took Su Xiaobei away.

As soon as Su Xiaobei left, the aura on Xiao Luo’s body suddenly intensified. A demon had broken free from its shackles, and his cruel, brutal side was revealed to the people.

He raised his head and flashed a devilish smile. “Guo Qinghe, you may begin…”

Xiao Luo’s taunt riled up Guo Qinghe, and he was provoked to action.

Guo Qinghe seethed with a burning hatred and dropped all pretenses. Calling on his students, he shouted, “Attack him, all together! Bring him down and hand him over to the police!”

But no one took a step forward, they were all waiting or someone else to make the first move. After Xiao Luo’s merciless display of strength earlier, they were deterred for a good reason.

In a show of loyalty and affection, Wang Tuyun hollered and led the charge to take down Xiao Luo.

“You, with the surname Xiao! Our kendo gym isn’t a place for someone like you to run rampant!”

Charging in, she raised her wooden sword high and smashed it down to strike Xiao Luo’s head with great force.

Xiao Luo showed no concern and didn’t appear to even take guard or evaisve4 action. Suddenly, he thrust his palm outward, and a wave of energy surged from within and blasted outward to send Wang Tuyun sailing back through the air for some three to four meters. Without even making any contact with her body, he had easily dispatched her. She spat out a mouthful of blood as she lay sprawled on the floor, and her wooden sword was broken in half; such was the force of Xiao Luo’s inner power.

“GASP!”

The crowd was stunned and appalled that Xiao Luo would go so hard on a delicate girl like Wang Tuyun.

Wang Tuyun herself couldn’t believe it either, and her eyes wide open with shock as she looked at Xiao Luo in horror. An overwhelming sense of anger and shame followed, as, while she was no match for him, she had thought that with her fair looks, Xiao Luo would at least show some mercy. This was far from the truth, for Xiao Luo did not think so.

“Don’t just stand there and look—come at me, all of you. How are you going to subdue me and hand me over to the police if you don’t make a move?” Xiao Luo mocked.

The kendo students looked at each other, found their courage, and roared in unison as they descended on Xiao Luo. With wooden swords in their hands, they applied what they had learned in the kendo gym and put it into an actual fight. They still had a firm belief that they could overcome Xiao Luo with the advantage of numbers.

Xiao Luo met them with his bare fist. The scene looked like a tiger pouncing on a flock of sheep, no matter how many sheep there were, their only fate was a slaughter.

The kendo students were knocked to the ground one after another—some were holding their stomach, while others were clutching their chests or legs, and they were all groaning in agony. Xiao Luo had only used three-tenths of his inner power to perform the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms. There were now only five or six students remaining, he struck them all at once, and they were thrown back, shrieking in pain, before landing heavily on the floor and vomiting blood.

Guo Qinghe was the last to attack. He had sent his students into the skirmish first to observe Xiao Luo’s movements, and he finally found an opening. Just when Xiao Luo dispatched the remaining five or six people, he unleashed his sword attack. It was the way of the sword that he had learned all his life, and as he became one with his sword, he swept across space like a ray of cold light.

SHING~

The rapier whizzed through the air in intricate patterns of lunges and slashes that were fast, accurate, and ruthless. With lighting speed, the sharp tip of the blade suddenly thrust toward Xiao Luo’s chest in a display of consummate skill.

Xiao Luo kept his eye on the blade and smiled contemptuously as he easily evaded the strikes. When the final thrust was executed, Xiao Luo raised his right hand and concentrating his inner power between his index finger and middle finger. Just before the blade pierced into his chest, Xiao Luo caught the tip of the rapier, clamping tightly between two upright fingers, and it was unable to move another centimeter forward or back.

Guo Qinghe’s eyes bulged in horror, and he instantly broke out in a cold sweat, staring at his trapped sword in disbelief.

Xiao Luo had just stopped a full-blooded sword thrust by clipping it between his two fingers. How was that even possible?!