Chapter 461 – Will to Fight (1/2)

Chapter 461 – Will to Fight

Translated by: Berrrybunz

Edited by: TN and DeAndreR

“I beg you! You must definitely kill her!”

The delicate and gentle voice, along with her sorrow and sadness, made him willing to do anything for her.

Maybe I will die this time, I heard that Three Spirits City is very strong.

Wen Jiang exposed a bitter smile, but his pace was still as firm, he was unable to reject any of her requests. He had protected her all her life, watched her grow up, become another person’s wife, gave birth to a daughter, and he initially thought that he could protect her till she passed. Until then, he would have become the guardian to her tomb.

But what a pity….

The old affairs of that year were flipped open, the little girl that was chased out that year, actually became a mechanical grandmaster engineer. The old man actually wanted to use Xi Xi’s life to exchange for Sai Lei, so he was definitely unable to sit back and do nothing. He knew that he himself had no opportunity to get near the old man, although he was already a saint, but the matters of the Yi Fan Family were extremely profound.

Inside the shabby looking small house, he could sense a few faintly discernable Qis.

Then let it be Sai Lei.

His gaze was ice cold. To him, the only person that could not die was Xi Xi. He thought about the past, the woman who bore a remarkable resemblance to Chu Xi, the woman he so deeply loved, entrusting the infant baby girl to him while at death’s door, forcing him to swear an oath to protect the girl for her life.

Even the ruthlessness was so similar.

His heart was long turned to stone, but thinking back, it caused his heart to feel pain.

I have not forgotten about her.

That’s great.

The majestic bronze wall with lights lit inside, separated from the insides, he could still clearly hear the shouts from the training. His expression regained the coldness, the lofty and tall bronze wall was nothing to him. Like a spiralling cloud of smoke, he quietly leaped onto the city wall.

His figure stood quietly in the shadows, not revealing any qi or even the movements of air. He followed the darkness, quietly and effortlessly but moving extremely fast. He could see everything clearly despite the darkness, with his eye power being extremely sharp.

I don’t see Sai Lei.

She must be hiding in a place deeper in.

He quietly dropped down from the city wall, as though he had no weight, gently floating onto the ground, not even a speck of dust being disturbed.

When he landed, he found himself surrounded.

Such vigilance.

He secretly praised, seems like the security of Three Spirits City was even more strict than I imagined. But the eight men surrounding him, did not cause him to be alarmed. The reason why he had chosen to slip in was to save time. Since infiltration is not successful, I’ll just barge in, there’s no difference anyway.

To him, killing one man or killing a city had no difference.

His pupils turned cold, and his body suddenly disappeared.

In the next second, he had emerged in front of one of the martial artists. Out of the eight, he was the strongest, just a step away from entering the saint ranks. But, the step away from being bestowed as a saint was as different as the sky from earth.

His five fingers turned into claws without much movements, yet he was as quick as lightning.

The opponent was obviously slower, and was only in time to raise the bronze rod in front of him to block. Then, the five fingers that were in claw form suddenly became as gentle as the wind, strangely passing through the other party’s rod, and straight towards his chest.

The move was agile and concise, thus becoming extremely fast and able to change intention. No matter how strong the Gold Ranked Martial Artist was, in that one move, he was caught in an extremely dangerous situation.

Ding.

The handle of the sword suddenly struck over. The swordsman by the side had used his True Power and supported him.

Wen Jiang was surprised, the speed of the sword was good, but a pity it was too weak.

He extended out his fingers, flicking at the sword tip with his finger.

Dang!

A force of over 10 thousand catties suddenly pushed forth, the sword immediately crumbled, the swordsman was struck with a severe injury and flew out.

But with that delay, the other martial artists took the chance to move up.

Wen Jiang did not panic, his palm either shot out or blocked, his style was very concise, but his might was astonishing. But after five to six moves, Wen Jiang felt that something was wrong.

Their coordination, is clearly planned, and, it is of some standard….

In just a few moves, Wen Jiang felt as if he had dropped into a spider web, as though he was getting more and more stuck, he could not display many of his techniques anymore, as though there was a formless binding around him.

He did not know that in a place nearby, there was a pair of eyes watching their fight. Tang Chou was immersed in it, his expression focused. The saint rank was hailed as a powerful one man army, and could influence any war easily, and he was finally going up against one.

Tang Chou had a piece of paper in front of him, on it wrote a header

“Essential tactics to restrain a saint rank”.

It is a good case study….

Bear Egg.

Tang Tian could feel everything that was happening outside.

When 10 thousand people all stopped training, it could only mean one thing, something had happened. Tang Tian immediately became anxious, but the whirlpool swords did not seem to stop.

Damn it!

Even the pain from the tempering of the martial spirit was unable to hold back the anxiousness, he hated that he could not stop immediately to fight alongside everyone.

Everyone is out at war, what am I doing here standing by the sidelines?

For four weeks, the Lupus martial artists never came back, and Tang Tian knew that the situation was bad. On the contrary, his restless heart calmed down, the pupils that had sword aura in it, flashed past a look of determination.

The martial spirit that was being tempered, it was like touching the sword auras with your bare hands, as though your hand is holding onto the sword edge. It was that deep pain that caused him to almost faint. That sort anguish did not come from anywhere, but straight from his soul, the anguish directly on his martial spirit!

He stopped thinking for a few seconds, before gradually getting used to it. He could only adapt to the anguish straight from his martial spirit, and unable to divert his focus to anywhere else.

Every detail of the pain was crisp and clear.