24 Throwing Knives Show Their Migh (2/2)

Third Bandit Chief rolled on the ground and knocked away the lancet knife with his axe as if he had already predicted it a long time ago. While supporting his injured leg, he quickly got up.

Happy had nothing to say about this. He could only lament that it was a great pity.

If he managed to hit Third Bandit Chief with another knife, the conclusion of the battle would have been as clear as day.

'It's just one more knife…'

But this was good as well.

In his anger, Third Bandit Chief had accidentally revealed his weakness, and it resulted in a throwing knife in his leg. This meant that he would definitely not be able to move well in the subsequent fight. Compared to the absolute disadvantage at which Happy was in previously, this was something that spurred him on.

”And who are you?”

Third Bandit Chief glared at the blue-robed boy before him with regret and hate in his heart. The disdain that previously existed in his eyes had disappeared without a trace, replaced with incredible solemness.

He could already sense a hint of something dangerous from the blue-robed boy!Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please click for visiting.

”I am a disciple of Gusu City's Murong Clan, Happy. Today, I've come based on orders of my clan to annihilate Black Wind Mountain!”

Happy's tone was calm, and the next moment, his Noble Sword was out of its sheath with a loud cling. He pointed it at Third Bandit Chief, and a calm presence spread out from him to fill the forest.

When he heard those words, Third Bandit Chief said nothing, but there was a strange expression on his face.

If it were not for the boy's lancet knife still stuck in his thigh, once Third Bandit Chief sized him up, he might have already crouched down by the side of the road with his hands over his abdomen as he laughed madly.

A teenager wet behind the ears actually had the guts to arrogantly declare that he wanted to annihilate Black Wind Mountain, and he even came alone…

Did he not know that the person in charge of Black Wind Mountain was a famous powerful martial artist in Blessed Realm who went by the name of Farewell Black Tiger?

However, the Murong Clan was indeed a name that he did not dare to look down upon.

After all, that clan's might was not something their small Black Wind Mountain could afford to provoke.

But, naturally, if a disciple of the Murong Clan also looked down on Black Wind Mountain, that would not do. So, he could only kill the boy. And he did not have to worry, because this was the wild…

Third Bandit Chief's eyes sparkled.

”Brat, you have guts! You say you're a disciple of the Murong Clan, but I won't believe you until you show proof! Call the people from the Murong Clan over!”

Happy knew exactly what Third Bandit Chief was thinking. He quietly circulated Complete Reality Qi Cultivation Technique to restore the qi he lost while he said, ”Hmph, don't worry. I'm the only one here, and I alone will be enough to handle all of you…”

”Conceited brat!”

Before Happy could finish speaking, Third Bandit Chief put on a fierce expression. He did not care about the injury on his thigh. With loud stomps, he rushed twenty-six feet forward. ”How dare you attack Black Wind Mountain alone?! I'll make sure that you… won't be able to go back!!”

Whoosh!

Another throwing knife flew out.

However, this time, Third Bandit Chief was clearly on guard against it. Without much effort, he knocked away the lancet knife. His speed did not decrease, and he instantly arrived in front of Happy.

Before he arrived, the force he brought with his momentum had already crashed into Happy!

The powerful stream brought by an extremely powerful martial artist in Gate Realm made Happy's blue robes flutter loudly, but he did not seem to have felt it. He stood tall with the wind against his face as if he had not noticed the killing intent in the bandit's eyes.

He slowly positioned the Noble Sword horizontally across his chest to receive Third Bandit Chief's greataxe, which came at him as if it weighed one thousand pounds, and was as swift as lightning.

'Greenhorns are truly greenhorns…

'He's just asking for death by using a sword against an axe!'

A cold sneer that chilled bones showed up on Third Bandit Chief's lips.