Chapter 235 - Meeting Long Sankui alone (2/2)
Long Sankui said with a wicked smile forming on his lips as he eyed the lone figure at the gate with a murderous stare.
The Dragon Gang elite guards turned to meet the threat standing at the mansion gate. Their faces were grim, and their fighting spirit stirred. Every one of them was fanatically loyal to the Dragon Gang, and they took no prisoners. There they stood, two hundred killing G.o.ds intent on slaughtering Xiao Luo.
Xiao Luo wore a military-style olive green coat with a black unders.h.i.+rt, and he stood there drenched in the rain. In his right hand, he held a giant broadsword. The sword had nine iron-rings on the back of its blade. It was Guo Jianghu’s Nonuple Cycloblade, forged from refined steel capable of cutting a piece of rebar in two.
His soaked white canvas shoe made a squishy noise as he stepped through the water-logged ground.
He stopped some thirty or forty meters from Long Sankui. He stared at Long Sankui coldly with his keen wolf-like eyes.
“You little pr*ck. You surely are f*cking brave. Since you came as I ordered, I now want you to shove some s.h.i.+t up your throat. Will you do it? Hahaha!!” Long Sankui’s face now contorted with a raging fury. He resembled a ghoul from h.e.l.l that was about to taste flesh and blood.
Clink. Clink. Clink.
Xiao Luo raised his Nonuple Cycloblade and pointed it at Long Sankui; its nine iron-rings rattled against the forged blade in a high-pitched ring. Xiao Luo roared, “Die!”
Xiao Luo swung the blade down, and without even hitting the ground, it left a deep gouge that quickly filled up with surface water from the water-logged field.
Air blade?
The elite guards took a step back, shaken momentarily. Only those who had mastered the way of the sword could form the air blade by transferring their inner power through to the swinging sword.
“F*ck you men, charge, chop the s.h.i.+t out of him!”
Long Sankui stood up in a fury, the veins on his temple were throbbing, and he threw the porcelain cup in his hand to the floor, shattering it.
“Kill!”
The two hundred guards roared and charged forward, resembling an army of fierce and angry wolves with a single-minded purpose – to kill their prey, Xiao Luo.
The guards in the front row had their long swords drawn and swiftly attacked in coordinated moves with skill and precision. They attacked relentlessly, and their slas.h.i.+ng swords covered every inch of the s.p.a.ce around Xiao Luo.
Clink. Clink. Clink.
The Nonuple Cycloblade was ringing in Xiao Luo’s deft hand as he wielded it with consummate skill and speed, parrying every blow from the guards. The clas.h.i.+ng sound of blades filled the air, and sparks flew where the edges met. After a brief clash, the forward-most elite guards facing Xiao Luo felt the overpowering force of his blade, and their sword hands weakened. They broke their formation and were on the retreat.
Sensing the change in momentum, Xiao Luo continued to push them back before lowering his stance and executing a low horizontal slash at waist height with his air blade. He killed eight of the forward-most elite guards instantly, slicing them in two. Spewing blood, and splattering their entrails on the ground.
Long Sankui, Hei Lang, and the Dragon Gang elite guards were shocked. Xiao Luo had struck fear in their hearts. With one fell stroke, he had silenced the enemy before him.
Footnotes:
[1] Guandao: A Chinese pole weapon or glaive, also called a yanyuedao (偃月刀; “reclining moon blade”).
[2] Green Dragon crescent-moon blade: The infamous glaive used by the legendary Lord Guan Yu, revered for his fighting prowess and unwavering loyalty. It was also called “Frozen Glory,” and weighed at least 82 jin.
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