Chapter 54 (2/2)
It was as the several hundred gang mob that was yelling cacophonously ‘kill’ were suddenly silenced, their gaze subconsciously followed that comrade drawing an especially long arc through the rainy night sky, and very quickly were met with dread seizing their bodies, and the hands waving blades became cold.
They had once imagined that when Spring Wind Pavilion’s Old Chao’s sword at his waist was drawn it could swipe a burst of b.l.o.o.d.y wind, or perhaps there would fall a spell of b.l.o.o.d.y rain, but never had they imagined that a single thin, blue steel sword could unexpectedly knock a heavy person flying so far. A thin sword with one swipe contained frightening strength – unexpectedly like a great hammer in the hands of a G.o.d, one move and heaven and earth’s four directions would move!
No, that sword wasn’t the metal hammer in the hands of a G.o.d, it was more like a steel mace in the hands of an immortal!
Those men of the JiangHu who charged near Chao XiaoShu had been shocked stiff by this thunderous strike where they stood, but Chao XiaoShu didn’t stop and amidst the rain advanced his steps. He casually grasped the sword and went, with each step he tread a small flap carrying a small part of a blue s.h.i.+rt waved a blow. When waving, the flat thin sword hummed like a cry, using the state of the utmost extreme bend to shoot out, like a steel whip whistling as it waved, wrapping raindrops and cool winds with a *~pah* *~pah* striking out; each sword strike out had a person’s figure flying up!
When the sword’s body hit the chest, people flew horizontally cras.h.i.+ng into the lane walls, spitting blood and sliding to fall; when the sword’s body hit the legs, they slipped head first, it split the skies, with bones cracking and blood spraying as they fell to the ground. The sword waving split the rain with a deep humming cry, and the people unceasingly flew horizontally out with miserable fearful howls piercing the previously deathly silent area of the Spring Wind Pavilion.
All the way going forward Chao XiaoShu waved his sword with relaxed movements at will, so much that it could use be described as hardly caring, resembling chasing away mosquitoes on a summertime night. His facial expression didn’t have the slightest change, as if he was very tranquil. Also stepping quickly, Ning Que followed closely behind his body but was again unable to maintain calm – amidst the night rain his matchlessly bright pupils flashed a look of shock.
Using a light blade to strike the bodies of enemies flying, it wasn’t that they were choosing the simpler way and more labor-saving method of stabbing their enemies – Chao XiaoShu’s actions in front for a moment made him somewhat confused. Now he just realized, only this way could Chao XiaoShu have the ability to maintain a circle of empty s.p.a.ce around his body from start to finish, avoiding being surrounded by the opposing side.
But this kind of extremely tyrannically rough and even arrogant way to fight, clearly consumed very much physical strength and concentration – if Chao XiaoShu didn’t think to use this way of awing several hundred violent men on the spot, then that exactly meant that he had confidence of directly beating to death all of the enemies!
Ning Que saw Chao XiaoShu’s back, seeing this middle-aged man rampantly advancing in the middle of this night rain, seeing men occasionally fly out with miserable howls at his sword, seeing those distantly located in muddy water groaning and not getting up, he pursed his lips thinking:
“I know you are strong, but I didn’t think that you would have such strength.”
Hiding inside the crowd were those several ChangAn City big shots. This moment for a long time their states of mind entirely cracked – they today finally saw Spring Wind Pavilion’s Old Chao draw his sword, but they would rather be willing to never see it this lifetime. Ordinarily, they all lived quite well in the Fish Dragon Gang’s shadow. Thinking that the gap between both sides wasn’t very large, if they exerted their full might they could still go and have a fight – until this very moment, inside the cold and desolate spring rain, these people only now coldly discovered that the truth was actually so cruel.
They were able to subsist, it’s just that because the Fish Dragon Gang and that one middle-aged man fundamentally disdainfully looked at them.
Legends are legendary not just in the JiangHu, the brothel was still above the bureaucracy. To be able to become a legend in people’s memories there must be a reason to become a legend, and this absolutely wasn’t because a legend hadn’t appeared for many years had somewhat changed. …… ……
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