41 Mercenaries part 2 (1/2)

Han Bo looked at his ax on the stone and then looked at Nero. He was surprised by this stranger could dodge his ridiculous ax throw.

But then he noticed something even more unbelievable. The stranger not only had bright white hair at such a young age but also he was the most handsome man he had ever seen.

Nero noticed a strange sparkle in Han Bo's eyes as he stared at him. Sarah can't help but comment for him to be careful with that muscular man.

Xiong Zhelan stared at the group's captain while he wondered if there was any chance of negotiating.

”What do you want from us?”

The captain knew that Xiong Zhelan had already understood the situation but was still trying to negotiate. But he didn't want to waste time allowing to appear others from the Black Sword Sect.

He took out a long sword from his magic backpack and pointed it at Xiong Zhelan.

”Han Bo, take care of the white-haired boy. I kill the Black Sword Elder. If you do it fast... I will reward you tonight...”

The other mercenaries understood that they did not need to interfere in the fight and settled on rocks or on the floor to watch the show.

Xiong Zhelan was frustrated that the captain ignored him, but that was how the people in the Guam Family acted. They didn't care anyone except the Royal Family and killed everyone in their path.

The captain did not wait for a second and ran towards Xiong Zhelan, preparing his sword stroke. It was as fast as Xiong Zhelan feared. He took the xiphos sword from the magic backpack and prepared himself for combat.

Han Bo ran towards Nero to kill him with empty hands, ignoring the ax across the street. Nero knew that Han Bo was in the third layer of the Martial Warrior Realm and would be a powerful opponent like Tao Jian or even stronger.

Xiong Zhelan never feared to die in combat, but he can't help but look sadly at Nero before crossing swords with the captain.

”Don't die, boy.”

Nero did not think about dying. At least not before killing Sarah's enemies. But he was grateful for Xiong Zhelan's care.

”Don't die, old man.”

Everything was swift as cultivators of the Martial Warrior Realm had incredible speed. The captain struck his sword vertically, and Xiong Zhelan blocked it horizontally.

*Clang*

The sound of metal hitting metal was so loud that even animals in the forest could hear it. Xiong Zhelan's hand vibrated uncontrollably, clearly showing who had the advantage.

Xiong Zhelan already expected the captain to be much stronger than him, but coming so hard on the first blow showed that he didn't want to waste time.

When the captain's sword was blocked, he raised his knee, hitting Xiong Zhelan in the belly, throwing him into the forest.

The move was much faster than the sword attack catching Xiong Zhelan off guard. He felt a lot of pain in his belly and spit out some blood when he hit a tree.

He got up quickly, making a defensive position with his sword prepared. When he focused his senses to find out the captain's location, it didn't take him a second to try to turn around and find a kick coming from above.

Xiong Zhelan was thrown once again, hitting other trees in the forest. More blood came out of his mouth, but that was far from over.

”I'll have to use it...”

While on the floor, Xiong Zhelan took a black pill from his pocket and consumed quickly. The captain went towards Xiong Zhelan right after throwing him but was not quick enough to prevent him from using the pill.

”Do you think you have a chance with that kind of cheap trick?”

The pill was a gift from his sister. It is a drug that improves the body, very similar to a Body Improvement Technique, but without side effects.

As it is a very rare and valuable pill that only people of great importance in the Black Sword Sect have access to it. Xiong Ling gave one to her brother, but the pill has a percentage effect, so the better the base power, the better the increase will be.

In the case of Xiong Zhelan, the increase was enough to give him the power of a third layer's Martial Warrior for some time. After consuming the pill, he had a better perception of the captain's speed, who was running towards him.

Xiong Zhelan rolled on the ground to dodge the sword stroke that sank into the ground. The captain did not stop and tried to kick him, who got up and jumped backward, dodging other strokes until he managed to stay ten meters away from him.

Although the captain's sword was not a magic weapon like Xiong Zhelan's one, it's still a high-quality sword, but the captain used more kicks and punches than the sword.

Xiong Zhelan thought he had a chance of winning because he is a better swordsman and couldn't help but provoke the captain, hoping to decrease his concentration.

”Why do you use a sword if you don't know how to use it?”

The captain saw a smile of hope on Xiong Zhelan's face, but he didn't care about swords. Then he threw his sword at Xiong Zhelan, who deflected quickly.

”I was trying to improve my sword's skills, but it seems like I will never be a swordsman. Whatever... I honestly don't like swords.”

Xiong Zhelan thought that the captain was strong but not skilled with the sword. That would be an advantage for him, but then the captain discarded his sword and took two clubs out of his magic backpack, making Xiong Zhelan rethink his strategy.

”So, the sword was not his main weapon...”

The captain never abandoned his severe attitude and attacked with strength and speed. Xiong Zhelan still had some advantage as he could handle the clubs well using his sword.

For almost ten minutes, the captain attacked without stopping, but Xiong Zhelan managed to defend all the hits. The captain was impressed with that sword skill.

But he couldn't waste any more time, so he moved back and put away the clubs. He was stronger and faster than Xiong Zhelam, so there was no reason for him to insist on fighting in a way that these advantages were not helping him.

Xiong Zhelan, even being able to handle the captain's strikes, was not in good condition. He was fighting at his limit and could only block, so when the captain moved away, he tried to end the fight by attacking one time with all his remained strength.