strictlysupreme Chapter 15: 3 Deadly Moves
Chapter 15: 3 Deadly Moves
Huang Shujian charged forward headfirst, rushing into a narrow alley.
As a result, after rushing in for more than ten steps, he suddenly stopped.
dead end!
Before us stood a two-story-high brick wall, covered with slippery moss, making it extremely difficult to climb.
There were high walls on both sides, no windows, and no back door.
As darkness fell and visibility decreased, Huang Shujian still heard a muffled groan and the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground from the depths of the alley.
A young man, who looked only seventeen or eighteen years old and was wearing a Black Dragon Gang short jacket, suddenly pulled his machete from the corpse of a caravan member.
Hearing footsteps behind him, the young man immediately turned around alertly, his hands gripping the blood-stained machete tightly.
Then he saw Huang Shujian, who was carrying a broken sword and breathing heavily.
The young man recognized Huang Shujian at a glance, and seeing the broken knife in his hand, he seemed to understand something.
Huang Shujian had no time to explain, nor did he have time to think further.
He took a deep breath, turned to face the entrance of the alley, held the broken half of the knife horizontally in front of him, and stood ready.
"Tap, tap, tap..."
The sound of unhurried footsteps echoed at the entrance of the alley.
Long-haired Dao, carrying a Miao sword that was spotless and untouched by blood, slowly walked in.
His face was covered in dust, making him look somewhat disheveled, but his eyes were as cold as a venomous snake, fixed intently on Huang Shujian.
"A life-or-death struggle, throwing lime?"
"You're the legendary Limestone Martial Saint? Hmm?"
Huang Shujian pursed his lips and did not respond.
His left hand, however, was silently placed on his lower back...
Just as his fingers were about to touch the cold, refined iron—
"Catch the knife!"
Behind him, the young man from the Black Dragon Gang suddenly let out a low roar!
He suddenly threw the heavy machete in his hand toward Huang Shujian!
Thanks.
Without even turning his head, Huang Shujian swiftly reached behind him with his right hand!
"Snapped!"
The knife was heavy in my hand, and the bloodstains were still wet.
At the same time, the long-haired swordsman on the other side moved!
He clearly didn't want to give Huang Shujian any chance to breathe, and his figure flashed like a ghost as he rushed towards Huang Shujian.
Instead of retreating, Huang Shujian charged forward, then slammed his foot against the side wall.
"Bang!"
The wall made a dull thud.
Using the force of that push, Huang Shujian's entire body leaped into the air like a large bird, and while in mid-air, he suddenly twisted in mid-air!
"call--!"
The machete in his hand, as his body spun, drew a terrifying arc of power!
The wind howled, and it even faintly emitted a low rumble like a tiger roaring in the mountains!
Battle Storm Blade Style!
Using the force of rotation, he mobilized his blood and qi throughout his body and the power of his sword, creating a whirlwind that combined offense and defense!
This strike was as powerful as thunder, enveloping the entire alleyway around the long-haired swordsman and blocking all possible escape routes for him!
"What?"
Long-haired swordsman was clearly surprised that Huang Shujian could use such exquisite and domineering swordsmanship in a desperate situation, and a hint of astonishment flashed in his eyes.
In his haste, he could only hold the Miao sword horizontally in front of him.
"when--!"
The machete struck the blade of the Miao knife with tremendous force!
This time, the long-haired swordsman's arm trembled violently, and a tremendous force surged from the sword like a flash flood!
He groaned, his feet no longer able to support him, and he stumbled back five steps before finally regaining his balance, his chest heaving with nausea.
The Miao knife in his hand hummed and vibrated incessantly, causing a dull ache in his tiger's mouth.
He suddenly raised his head and looked at Huang Shujian, who had landed steadily, his eyes filled with shock and disbelief.
This power... how is that possible?!
How could someone who has only just awakened one of the six senses unleash such terrifying power?
Huang Shujian felt a slight sense of relief after unleashing that strike.
This narrow dead end, while blocking his retreat, also limited the opponent's ghostly speed!
In any case, he could only attack from one direction and could no longer use his movement skills to make unpredictable maneuvers and surprise attacks as before.
The superior blood and energy brought by his [Pure Yang] talent, far exceeding that of others of the same level, maximized his advantage in this head-on confrontation!
"Again."
Huang Shujian exhaled a breath of stale air, gripped his machete tightly, and fixed his cold gaze on the long-haired knife.
Before he finished speaking, he launched the first attack!
Charge, draw your sword, and slash diagonally at the waist.
Long-haired swordsman had just recovered from the shock of the previous strike when he saw this and his expression changed. He quickly pressed down on his Miao sword and parried with all his might!
"when!"
Another deafening explosion!
The machete slammed down hard on the Miao sword!
Sparks fly!
Long-haired Dao felt as if his arms had been struck by a giant hammer, with a tingling, numb, and excruciating pain. The blue bricks beneath his feet shattered with a "crack," and he was forced to kneel down under the weight!
However, Huang Shujian's killing move was not over!
Just as the two swords were locked in a stalemate, Huang Shujian suddenly flipped his wrists, causing the machete to turn sharply in the opposite direction.
At the same time, his right leg shot out like lightning, kicking hard onto the broad back of the machete!
"Snapped!"
The strength of the legs and arms is combined.
The machete was kicked so hard that it suddenly accelerated, and the blade seemed to come alive, strangely swinging upwards instead of downwards.
The blade flashed in a treacherous arc, moving upwards towards the long-haired man's face.
Kick-and-stab stance!
The tiger whips its tail, catching the enemy off guard!
This sudden change of tactics was incredibly fast, and the angle was extremely tricky and vicious.
Long-haired swordsman's pupils suddenly contracted, his soul trembling in fear!
He no longer cared about his image, nor did he have time to draw his knife. His whole body fell backward like a broken plank of wood!
Iron bridge!
The sharp tip of the knife almost grazed his nose and face!
"Sizzle—!"
The sound of tearing cloth rang out.
Using the momentum from the iron bridge, he somersaulted backward twice, quickly widening the distance between himself and Huang Shujian, retreating all the way to the front of the alley.
Long hair was slashed open, his clothes were cut open, but his stomach was not disemboweled. However, a burning pain came from his face!
A bloody gash ran diagonally upwards from the corner of his mouth, extending all the way to above his brow bone. The flesh was torn open, and blood gushed out instantly, staining half of his effeminate face red!
He reached up and wiped the blood from his face, his eyes filled with shock, anger, and horror as he looked at his hands covered in crimson.
"Who... are you?"
Long-haired Knife's voice trembled slightly with pain and anger as he stared intently at Huang Shujian.
"Such domineering and exquisite swordsmanship... is definitely not something that ordinary martial arts schools or gangs can teach!"
"Who exactly are you, a descendant of which school or sect?!"
Huang Shujian's response was another sudden flash of sword light!
While you are sick, I will kill you!
Huang Shujian exerted force with his feet, and his figure leaped out again like a cheetah. This time, he did not use complicated moves, but instead concentrated all his strength in his hands and focused it on the blade!
Raise it high above your head, and with a mighty force, split Mount Hua!
A devastating blow!
Pure, even more violent, with an unstoppable and resolute determination to shatter everything!
Before the blade even arrived, the terrifying sense of oppression made the long-haired swordsman gasp for breath!
He was in excruciating pain from the wound on his face, his mind was in turmoil, and when he saw this domineering slash, a hint of fear finally flashed in his eyes.
He dared not take the bait again, and could only leap backward with all his might, trying to get out of the alley!
"boom--!"
The machete slammed heavily onto the ground!
The alleyway surface paved with bluestone slabs shattered as if hit by a cannonball!
Gravel mixed with soil shot out in all directions like a fountain!
The powerful shockwave and energy, like an invisible giant hammer, slammed into the long-haired swordsman who had just leaped up and was in mid-air!
"puff!"
As if struck by a heavy blow, Changfa Dao spat out a mouthful of blood, and his entire body was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string, shaken by the violent force of the energy.
It flew straight out of the narrow alley and crashed heavily into the mess on the main street outside, kicking up a cloud of dust.
Huang Shujian slowly sheathed his sword, leaning on the hilt, breathing slightly heavily.
The consecutive unleashing of three deadly attacks also significantly depleted his vital energy.
He stared coldly at the alley entrance, waiting for the other person to come in again.
He also has one more move, a killing move that can only be mastered at the Perfect Realm—the Absolute Blade Stance!
It hasn't been tested yet!
however……
A few breaths passed.
The alleyway entrance was quiet.
The sky was gray and pitch black.
The faint screams could be heard in the distance.
Huang Shujian frowned.
wrong!
He suddenly realized something was wrong.
The shouts of battle outside...when did they become so quiet?
Just now, when he and the long-haired knife were fighting fiercely in the alley, there was a deafening commotion outside.
How did it almost subside in such a short time?
A sense of foreboding suddenly washed over me.
The young man behind him clearly sensed something was wrong, and stepped forward with his broadsword, looking wary.
At that very moment—
"rustle……"
A slight dragging or scraping sound came from the entrance of the alley.
Immediately afterwards, a hand covered in blood and mud trembled as it reached into the alleyway and gripped the cracks in the brickwork.
Then, a figure slowly crawled into the alley from outside.
He crawled very slowly, leaving a long, shocking trail of blood beneath him.
As he crawled halfway in and barely managed to lift his head—
Huang Shujian and the young man both gasped in shock!
The man's face was covered in blood and his hair was disheveled, but he could still be vaguely identified as the Long-Haired Saber who had been sent flying by Huang Shujian's energy!
His once sinister and arrogant eyes were now filled with boundless fear, as if he had seen the most terrifying thing in the world.
He raised his hand, stained with his own and his blood, and tremblingly reached out towards Huang Shujian in the alley.
His lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but he could only make a hoarse, leaky sound.
The next moment, from the darkness outside the alley behind him, a pair of hands suddenly reached out, grabbed the legs of the long-haired man, and dragged him away.