Chapter 478: The Immortal Slaying Technique (1/2)
Right now, we were twenty meters below ground. It was unlikely anyone would come to save us. Beside me, Song Xingchen struggled to keep himself upright, supporting his body with his sword.
”Did you kill the Dog Trainer?” demanded the Crazy Six Tao Chef.
”If I said no, would you believe me?”
The fact was, even if I revealed the truth, the organization wouldn't believe that the Blade Master killed the Dog Trainer. Unfortunately, I would have to shoulder the blame.
But even if it never happened, good and evil were on the opposite sides. Since the organization regarded me as a thorn in the flesh, they wouldn’t spare me. At present, I was facing a death sentence.
”Kill me or cut my flesh, just get over with it!” I coldly spat.
The Crazy Six Tao Chef burst into manic laughter, ”You really don't understand my art. Revenge for my colleague or loyalty to the organization isn’t something I care about. What I want is your intelligent brain. I’m going to elevate it to the next level by using the best cooking methods. Then I’ll taste and relish it as I integrate your wisdom with my body!”
Even gritting my teeth became impossible with the weakness that washed over me. Flames of hatred smoldered in my eyes as I stared venomously at him, though my heart was filled with helplessness.
The Crazy Six Tao Chef gestured to his men, ”Grab him but don't hurt him or the taste will be affected.”
Two men in black strode towards us followed by loud exclamations. Next thing I knew, there were two weapons stuck in their throats. The men covered their wound painfully and crumbled to the ground.
”That’s impossible!” shouted the Crazy Six Tao Chef.
When I turned around, I watched Song Xingchen slowly rise to his feet as he drew his sword, the sharp blade gleaming beneath the lights.
”Kill him!”
At the Crazy Six Tao Chef’s orders, his bodyguards charged towards Song Xingchen who deftly jumped on the table and into the air. His sword diagonally sliced the frontmost bodyguard from the right shoulder to the left rib, and moved on to sever another man's head. Before the head could touch the floor, Song Xingchen had eliminated the third bodyguard.
Song Xingchen’s white figure resembled a snow lion. Wherever his blade went, blood splattered like flashing sheets of warm raindrops. I hoped to keep one of them alive for questioning but my lips wouldn’t move.
Fortunately, Song Xingchen wasn’t lost in his murderous desire, leaving two men behind who fainted after being pounded on the head with his hilt. Meanwhile, the Crazy Six Tao Chef had escaped during the fight. Without further delay, Song Xingchen chased after him.
A while later, Song Xingchen returned, removed the gas mask from the unconscious bodyguards, placed one on my face, and another on himself.
With that, he pulled me out of the room since my limbs were still weak. Gathering all my energy, I asked, ”How did you do that?”
”Turtle Breath!”
It suddenly dawned upon me that he had been holding his breath as soon as the poisonous gas was released.
At least five minutes had passed from the moment I had been gassed until the Crazy Six Tao Chef came in with his bodyguards, chatted with me, and was attacked by Song Xingchen.
How long could a person hold their breath?
Three minutes? Five minutes?
In fact, the world record was nine minutes and thirty-seven seconds, a feat achieved by a Russian man who managed to hold his breath under an Arctic glacier without any equipment.
Apparently, Yue Fei had a frogman general named Ruan Jilong, who was able to stay underwater for a long time, and this man practiced the Turtle Breath Technique.
Although Song Xingchen wasn’t skilled at Turtle Breath and only practiced it during his breathing exercise, it was more than enough training for him to hold his breath for ten minutes, which he later informed me.