Chapter 47 (1/2)

Chapter 47 - Mantis Stalks Cicada.

27 Sep 2016

Note:

Welp, I fell ill. Now, there are quite a few chapters pending. I have decided to do these during next holidays(after a month probably). Anyways, I am back, and here is the first chapter. 1/4

Translated by:

toomuchnoob

He Yiming acted as quick as lightning and claimed grey-clothed man’s life in one Silk Palm.

His actions were extremely smooth, and the execution seemed unrestrained. He even acquired the man’s gray clothes and black face-mask before finally recalling that he had yet again killed a man.

He bitterly smiled, ‘could it be….what they say practice makes perfect?’

However, for killing these bandits who mercilessly killed for their own selfish needs, He Yiming didn’t feel too bad. Instead, he even felt somewhat excited.

This feeling was poles apart from what he felt after killing Hubin. Perhaps, he had already become habitual of killing people.

With the tip of his foot, he picked up the big knife dropped by the man. Although he had not learned specific blade techniques, he could use the [Splitting Mountain Thirty Six Forms] as blade techniques. This martial skill could even kill G.o.ds and buddhas if needed.

He turned and entered the courtyard.

The thick stench of blood greeted him. At this moment, this originally serene and beautiful courtyard was dyed red with blood.

Four big grey-clothed men, with big knives in their hands, were berserkly slas.h.i.+ng their blades at any living creature that came into their sight. However, before each one of them several servants could be seen fighting them with their lives.

Corpses could be seen everywhere; old, weak, women, children…all sorts were included.

The true outcome, however, relied on the battle occurring at the center of the courtyard. The intense battle occurring between the big man t.i.tled leader and Cheng Zhusheng.

Knowing that this was the most crucial point of the fight, both fought with everything they had learned throughout their lives.

The leader was holding a big knife in his hand. Cold light s.h.i.+ned at the tip of the knife, and its surface had a minute red strip which seemed like blood and emanated a strange feeling. As the leader waved the blade, it reflected the flames under the dark sky, which seemed like dancing wisps of blood. (Tl: I am a.s.suming flames of lanterns.)

While his opponent, the Cheng Lord Master Cheng Zhusheng, was old yet seemed firm. He was holding a staff in his hand. The staff seemed dark and ordinary. However, it seemed made up of pure steel, weight probably exceeding eighty jins.

As the old man waved his stick, he didn’t seem dazzling as his opponent, but his strikes were br.i.m.m.i.n.g with strength.

Both sides were doing everything they could, but neither of them had managed to gain the upper hand yet.

As He Yiming was watching them, not knowing what to do, he heard the leader’s ferocious yell, “Idiot, quickly grab the case.”

He Yiming faintly started before realizing that the leader’s words were meant for him. He s.h.i.+fted his vision and immediately spotted a red-colored box lying near the two individuals.

As soon as he looked at the case, his eyes began to s.h.i.+ne. He naturally knew what the case contained inside it. He immediately pounced and gently grabbed the case.

He felt quite happy. Before coming to this place, he never expected that he would be able to obtain this thing so easily.

‘Could it be that even the G.o.ds are helping me?’

Cheng Zhusheng suddenly roared, eying He Yiming with a sinister expression. Suddenly, he threw the staff in his hand. It flew towards He Yiming like lightning while bringing along a wind-piercing sound.

If He Yiming had truly been that grey-clothed man, he would have no choice but to accept his fate. However, this was not the case. He Yiming immediately dropped down and rolled on the ground before das.h.i.+ng away like a racc.o.o.n following the direction he came from.

The stick struck the wall of the courtyard. Due to the immense strength behind the throw, it had penetrated halfway through the wall. Furthermore, it was still shuddering. From this, one could see the Lord Master’s wrath and the immense strength behind the strike.

Cheng Zhusheng wildly roared, but the big man in front of him loudly laughed. His blade strikes, which had almost reached perfection, completely shrouded the Cheng Lord Master.

After losing the staff, Cheng Zhusheng suddenly felt pressure increasing by multiple folds. He immediately understood that if he still thought about regaining the blood ginseng, he would truly die under this blade.

His experiences of many years allowed him to immediately calm down. He began to use his two palms, displaying an astonis.h.i.+ng battle strength. Although, he fought with a clear disadvantage, his opponent wouldn’t be able to kill him in a short time period.