627 Frontline Breakthrough (1/2)

Yun Yang allowed instinct to take over, acting out whatever his mind could envision, even before he could think it through.

The saber light glowed, encircling the seven to eight people that faced him. The assassins felt the pressure mounting on them but they could only exert more force and pushed forward. The courageous one would always win, should the two meet in a narrow alley. Since Yun Yang was giving his all, he was playing right into their hands.

In spite of it, what happened next shocked the assassins. Had the fellow achieved terminal lucidity? He was actually gaining more strength, his saber strikes were gaining strength, each blow harder than the last.

It was ruinous. The assassins could only keep going while groaning inwardly, hoping that the man's sudden burst of energy would pass quickly.

Amidst the tidal wave of attacks, Yun Yang, who was wobbling unsteadily, suddenly roared into the sky as the saber in his grip flared. An indescribably brilliant saber light expanded.

”Clang, clang, clang…”

The sound of weapons colliding into each other rang continuously. Those who were attacking Yun Yang all felt as if they were being hacked by a gigantic ax used to hew down a mountain by a God. A power that threatened to destroy everything in its path forced the killers to stumble away, causing the battleground to widen and a loophole to emerge.

Yun Yang's howl was filled with a sense of determination.

”He's going to escape!”

The eyes of the leader in black were bright. ”Everyone, go in!”

Other than the leader, the assistant and even the man with the broken arm charged forward to stop Yun Yang. The assistant was embarrassed to stay by the leader's side after being criticized earlier; the latter's contemptuous gaze made him feel like he was indeed a pig.

'Am I a pig? No, of course not!'

'So I should go fight.'

'Looking at those eyes… f*cking hell, I'll tell my brother-in-law when I go back. You don't want to be grouped together with me? I f*cking don't want to be yoked to you either!'

As the four men who had previously been observing joined in the battle, the pressure on Yun Yang hiked abruptly while the loophole that had momentarily emerged closed up once again.

Yun Yang was panting harshly as if he was close to wheezing the lobes of his lungs out at the very next moment. He could barely hold on...

Encouraged by the sight, the assassins gained more energy.

”Go harder! That'll end him then!” hollered the assistant.

He should have thought twice before yelling out meaningless orders. The moment he did, almost all the killers subconsciously rolled their eyes.

'Have you not been crying out the same thing?'

'Big brother, you've shouted this for about forty different times or so since the beginning!'

'Go harder? Go your f*cking harder! Do we still have more energy?'

'F*cker… Do you think everyone is as lazy as you are? Going off to rest for so long…'

Regardless, Yun Yang's state seemed to worsen under the full onslaught of so many assassins. Not only was he staggering and pale, drenched in sweat, he was barely able to keep his footing and maintain his form.

The frequent clanks sounded like a blacksmith forging iron.