Chapter 64: Potion (1/2)
Chapter 64: Potion
Translator: Mango JuiceEditor: Chrissy
The bodies of the deceased swordsmen split to both sides, with hot blood jetting into the air for about a man’s height! Qian Jin didn’t hesitate to use his sabre for chopping; he rotated his waist to hold the downward sabre horizontally, and performed the fundamental warrior technique—[Horizontal Chop]!
Legs, waist, back, and arms! Force from these four parts was conglomerated into the power of a strand of rope, mixed with the added exploding warrior power! If exploited to the supreme level, this horizontal chop could intercept a waterfall for a while!
Qian Jin’s [Horizontal Chop] couldn’t chop down a waterfall, but it was enough to cut off the bones of his enemies!
Puff, puff, puff…
Zhanmadao drew a bright horizontal curve in the air, cutting the six swordsmen into two at the waist. Their upper bodies were left in the air, but their legs stopped moving after sliding for several steps on the ground; columns of crimson blood spouted in the air, just like six streams of fountain.
Qian Jin performed another chop; with Zhanmadao trailing behind, he trod on the ground in full strength, and glided to a swordsman with the compelling pushing force. His right elbow lifted swiftly like a big gun, directly smashing the enemy’s lower jaw and raising him high in the air. After which, he whisked Zhanmadao from behind!
Several swordsmen who came for rescue lowered their swords towards their flank, posing a gesture of defense. Zhanmadao fell down onto their swords in an instant, producing sporadic sparks and a clang of metal crashing. Zhanmadao chopped off several swords as effortlessly as the heavily armored horses tearing apart the civilians’ parade.
Puff, puff, puff, puff, puff…
Qian Jin tilted his Zhanmadao and slid through their throats, beheading several opponents. Then he stepped forward and trampled on the heads of the swordsmen who hadn’t yet died, but whose jaws were already smashed.
This fight started all of a sudden, and came to an end within several seconds after Qian Jin began his counterattack. The air outside the village was filled with a repugnant smell of blood.
Qian Jin was stained with a lot of blood. Seeing the dead people on the ground, he felt somewhat aching in his stomach.
“Is this a game? Or it is happening in reality?”
Qian Jin kneaded his aching belly, had a glance at the broken limbs, and walked fast towards the West Mountain. He told himself that if he hadn’t killed those swordsmen, he would be one who would be put to death. And if so, his enemies wouldn’t feel sorry or have a stomachache as he was at the moment.
Walking into the bush of a man’s height, Qian Jin used his Zhanmadao to push aside the green grass in his way ahead. Shortly after he walked past the hundred-meter-long bush, a dozen swordsmen who were dressed like the former assailants pounced at him.
“Once again?” Given the last time’s experience, Qian Jin trod on the ground, run toward his enemies, and chopped at the swordsman who was in the front with his Zhanmadao.
Through the previous fight, Qian Jin came to understand that there was no benevolence in the battlefield. Never should he hold sympathy toward his opponents because of their similar look as human beings!
It was said that there was a branch of the Demons called the Succubuses who had the special forte of changing into the human’s look, seizing the opportunity to attack its human warrior rivals who were caught surprised in the battlefield.
Qian Jin used to think that if he stood in the battlefield, he wouldn’t hesitate to fight against these Succubuses with a human look once he encountered them in the battlefield. But as per what had happened just now, he realized that thinking and acting were totally different things! Was it not for having ran into these decadent swordsmen, then he would have been surely killed if he was set into the battle between the Humans and the Demons.