Mr. Chen’s sword was set horizontally before him. He said, "You deceived me."
Somehow, upon hearing this, Zheng Fan truly felt a little shame in his heart. Honest people, good-natured people, they truly make one’s heart ache for them.
But Zheng Fan truly had no other choice. If he hadn’t deceived him, hadn’t tricked him, he, along with the Blind Man and Xue Three, would all have fallen under his sword.
"You can go. I don’t want to kill you," Zheng Fan said. The rıghtful source is 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝·𝘧𝙞𝙧𝙚·𝔫𝔢𝔱
Ever since awakening in this world, Zheng Fan had been descending further into darkness. He had killed people, incited the soldiers of Hutou City to annihilate entire families, and even led an army into the Qian State. But at this moment, Zheng Fan wanted to show some leniency. It wasn’t that he lacked confidence in Shatuo Queshi; it was purely because he genuinely hoped this swordsman could leave here alive.
"I will not go." Mr. Chen remained stubborn.
Zheng Fan sighed and said, "Alright. I’ll dig you a spacious pit and erect a monument on your tomb. On this day next year, I’ll bring wine and come chat with you."
These were the posthumous arrangements Mr. Chen had promised Zheng Fan, and Zheng Fan was now returning the favor in kind.
"Heh, good." Mr. Chen moved, raising his sword toward Shatuo Queshi.
Earlier, Zheng Fan had been the one on the receiving end of the assault. To be honest, he had been too preoccupied with being thrashed to truly appreciate the man’s swordsmanship.
Mr. Chen’s sword swirled with dazzling sword forms, like streams of flowing light beginning to radiate. This was terrifying Sword Qi, capable of instantaneously shredding several suits of fine armor!
Shatuo Queshi did not retreat; instead, he proactively took a step forward.
With a stomp, the ground beneath the willow grove trembled. A violent, baleful aura began to condense before Shatuo Queshi, so potent that even one’s line of sight would be forcefully drawn in and distorted upon nearing it.
Mr. Chen’s Sword Energy crisscrossed, and strands of Sword Qi danced like silver serpents. Though his assault was fierce, the Sword Qi he unleashed was annihilated within the vortex of baleful aura before Shatuo Queshi.
Shatuo Queshi raised his hand and clenched it into a fist.
Zheng Fan had seen Shatuo Queshi knocking on the gates of the Earl of North Border’s residence before. He had also witnessed him charging through thousands of the Earl of North Border’s iron cavalry. Back then, Shatuo Queshi’s fighting style was simple and brutal. Now, as a Zombie, his method of combat was even more direct!
The ground beneath his feet began to roil. When Shatuo Queshi charged forward, fist leading, it was as if even the wind itself yielded a path.
This fist was faster than any sword!
Mr. Chen, who had just been on the offensive, began to involuntarily retreat. His life and principles did not permit retreat, but that didn’t mean he had to charge in blindly during a fight. As he retreated, Mr. Chen instantly deployed thirteen layers of Sword Qi defenses before him. This demonstrated how gravely he regarded this suddenly appearing fiend.
However, Shatuo Queshi didn’t use his fist to punch through his opponent’s defenses. Instead, he thrust out his chest, raised his head, and with tyrannical arrogance, forcibly cleared a path with his own physique!
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!!!
The Sword Qi defenses slammed into Shatuo Queshi’s body.
Siniang was a perfectionist. Not only had she woven the Golden Silk Soft Armor for Zheng Fan, but she had also made one for each of the other Demon Kings. She had even woven a layer inside Shatuo Queshi’s beast-hide robe.
Yet, Shatuo Queshi’s robe on his upper body was completely shredded in that instant. His torso endured the baptism of Sword Qi repeatedly, emitting harsh, grating sounds like metal striking metal. Streaks of white marks and fissures had begun to appear on Shatuo Queshi’s chest, yet he still pressed forward relentlessly!
Martial Cultivators and Zombies shared one commonality: their physical bodies were their truest foundation!
In war, what generals dreaded most was not the presence of formidable magicians or Qi Cultivators, but Martial Cultivators! Other types of powerful experts were indeed terrifying, but in large-scale warfare, they were also quite vulnerable. Sometimes, a single stray arrow could claim the life of a powerful magician. But high-rank Martial Cultivators were different. Unless you could trade one of your own equally powerful experts for them, you had to mobilize entire armies just to wear them down. A true high-rank Martial Cultivator, whose foundation was their physique, was incredibly difficult to kill.
Shatuo Queshi instantly shattered nine of Mr. Chen’s thirteen defensive layers of Sword Qi with his bare body!
Perhaps because his left leg was now merely a scabbard, Mr. Chen’s movements and agility were severely restricted. Consequently, as his defenses were breached one after another, he couldn’t widen the gap between himself and Shatuo Queshi. Instead, Shatuo Queshi relentlessly closed in.
Finally, Shatuo Queshi’s fist, held aloft for so long, smashed forward!
The remaining four defensive layers, as fragile as paper, saw three instantly dissolve. The last one was also on the verge of collapse.
This highlighted an awkward truth for Sword Cultivators. Their path was renowned for its power and ferocity. However, while their physiques were certainly much stronger than those of magicians or Qi Cultivators, they seemed fragile when compared to genuine Martial Cultivators.
When Shatuo Queshi’s fist shot out, his aura locked down all escape routes in every direction.