Chapter 50 Thousand Men Army Slaughter (1/2)
Chapter 50 Thousand Men Army Slaughter
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Translator: Tchu
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Shaar stood there, motionlessly, as if he suddenly couldn’t believe that mighty earth-shattering strike happened at all. He looked at his hands and feet and the bloody look of those battered corpses scattered across the ground. He had a blank expression on his face.
Out of energy, Shaar was almost unable to resist and nearly fell to the ground before remembering the pendant…
Ah! The pendant!
He immediately grabbed the stone around his neck and noticed that it was no longer crimson red, but rather became the same dull gray as before. However while holding it in his hands, when his skin touched the stone he felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity.
Just a moment ago……
What the hell happened?!
With just one slash of the pitchfork, these powerful and sturdy knights were all killed by me?!
Although the fire pitchfork was sharp, it was impossible for it to reach to such an extent! When that strange glow of crimson red light happened a moment ago, it felt as if their armor and weapons were made out of paper when the fire pitchfork cut through them without even a trace of resistance.
There were two knights who did not die immediately and laid on the ground, rolling around in pain. One knight’s shoulder was cut off while the other knight’s knees were cut off.
“You ……” Rahim forced himself to breathe out as he leaned against ahorse, keeping his eyes fixed on Shaar. Right now there were only two men from his squad left. No matter how battle hardened the Nightfall Guardians were, seeing such a horrible scene in front of them, they could not help but become dejected. Only Rahim had a saddened expression and keep staring at Shaar: “What a ‘Thousand Men Army Slaughter’! You practice Crimson Rage ki! I never thought that I would actually meet an opponent who practices Crimson Rage ki!!”
Shaar felt a bit lost in his mind and had no idea what his opponent was saying.
He looked at the fire pitchfork in his hand and the corpses scattered all over the place. Confusion and chaos filled his mind and he was able to faintly guess what just happened.
In particular…… Rage ki? !
Rage ki! !
This word was not new to Shaar. When he learned martial arts in the past, he had heard the legendary stories of Hero Warriors who defeated their enemies with magnificent Battle ki. Hearing about it, he once asked the old man about it, but he just bluntly replied: “Grandpa doesn’t know Battle ki. No matter what kind of martial arts, without Rage ki it’s all trash…”
“I finally understand, after encountering someone with Crimson Rage ki, no matter what we do, we won’t be able to beat you.” Rahim gasped. However his face became gloomy: “Nevertheless, orders are orders. The mission of Nightfall Guardians is to fulfil our orders.”
While he barely managed to stand up while holding on to the horse, the two knights standing next to him looked at each other and threw the pitiful creature to the ground before pulling out their swords. With an unflinching expression while facing certain death, they marched toward Shaar. Not giving up their will to fight, they rapidly attacked from both sides.
Simultaneously stabbing him with the two swords, Shaar brandished his fire pitchfork to block left and right. Giving up on dodging and their defense, the two knights started their blind onslaught in a desperate move. While Shaar managed to block a few times, he did not learn the art of sword. He still felt that he could not display his real skills with his fire pitchfork in his hand, since it was a size too small to use as an axe.
More importantly, the feeling of being possessed by a God just a moment ago seemed to have disappeared. Right now he was using his reaction speed and strength to fight against the two knights. Deliberately bracing himself and taking a stab to his back, Shaar used this opportunity to smash the knight’s chest with his elbow while his sword was stopped by the Dragon scale armor. With a loud scream, the knight’s breastbones were smashed into countless pieces and blood sprayed everywhere. The other knight’s sword was meanwhile broken in two by Shaar’s fire pitchfork and his wrist was cut off from the slash. Following up with a kick, Shaar sent him flying to the ground.
Still leaning against the horse and gasping for air, Rahim coldly stared at Shaar. His injuries were very serious, when he saw that the last of his men were killed by Shaar, he knew that there were no means of escape. Facing Shaar’s eyes, he sneered: “Mission failure means death, kill me.”
Shaar frowned and grabbed the Rahim up while strangling his neck: “Tell me, you just said “Thousand Men Army Slaughter “, what does it mean!?”
While Shaar did not know what Crimson Rage ki was, he had already heard about “Thousand Men Army Slaughter “. This term was use by the old man when he taught him martial arts, since he sometime shouted “Thousand Men Army Slaughter “. That name sounded very impressive, but Shaar was sceptical for a while, wondering if this old man was not casually making things up.
Rahim gave Shaar a cold look:. “Thousand Men Army Slaughter is the strike you just used. Although I have practiced it before, since I do not practice Crimson Rage Ki, I specialized at that sword skill. Last time when you blocked all my sword patterns, I had some doubts. However, as expected, you really practice the Thousand Men Army Slaughter and moreover, your skills were more advanced than mine. No wonder you were able to block all of my sword patterns! ”
Startled for a moment, Shaar suddenly came up with a strange idea and threw Rahim to the ground.
Slaughter, Thousand Men Army Slaughter.
Crimson Rage ki……
A fire pitchfork with unparalleled sharpness……
Furthermore this pendant……