The Legend of the Devil
Ch. 158 - The Sword of the Enemy
The flames are growing. The enemy knocked both fists to the ground and in an instant the fire burst onto the surface with a fairly strong vibration, Xue Zhan hurriedly saved a little girl who was trapped in the crowd and almost fell trampled.
When Xue Zhan saw it more clearly, the six men who had been killed by the demon mask were the heads of the soldiers and several other important people. Moreover among all the enemies in sight, he was the only one wearing a demonic mask.
His teeth growled, hundreds of lives had been lost in just under an hour. Cross masks rained down all over the city. This must have been a well-planned assault.
But what are they really looking for?
Xue Zhan looked straight ahead. The answer lies only in the man who is now his enemy. He dropped the little girl in his carrier which was directly taken by his mother. Stare vigilantly at the opponent who is still following.
In the blaze the two fought fast, the sound of the sword stalk continued to be heard many times without pause, ash flew against the view and sparks enveloped the entire road that became the arena of the fight at that time.
The Demon Mask shot straight from above Xue Zhan's head, the young man held him back with all his might and was about to retreat backwards due to the intense pressure the enemy exerted. For a moment both of them were locked in the same position without anyone willing to budge. The two swords clashed against each other, the reflection of the mask faces of the two young men reflected on the blade of the opponent's sword.
Xue Zhan drew the sword from below very quickly, turning back the attack that threatened the enemy's neck. His opponent circled above the air followed by a dozen slash attacks, Xue Zhan tried to hit him with all the techniques Xiang Yi Bai had taught but none of them had succeeded in hitting the enemy. He clicked his irritated tongue. Always his attacks almost hit the opponent but none of them gave fatal injuries.
For the time being they were still in a draw, Xue Zhan had an incision wound on his stomach and the enemy was injured on the left hand. Despite having fought desperately, his opponent was not exhausted at all and his fighting speed still remained as it was.
It would have been dire if Xue Zhan had not defeated the young man immediately. Attacks on a large scale can kill innocent residents. As Xue Zhan was trying to figure out what was going on around, his situation was not much worse than the one he was now facing. Two hundred more cross-masked troops flooded the city and wiped out the residents. He had seen some Holy Swords come down and fight.
Xue Zhan fled to a safer place as the Holy Swords secured the city. The enemy chased after him as expected and when they arrived at the quieter part, the running Xue Zhan suddenly turned around and chased the enemy behind. Suddenly the movement of the trick destroys the focus of the opponent and has bad consequences. Xue Zhan unleashed a single strike that hit the opponent's mask.
He did so because he wanted to know the face behind the mask, but to his surprise the mask was not completely destroyed. Just cracked on some sides. Though his Wind Sword Dance Technique was strong enough to destroy that thing. There is only one possibility, whether the mask is an heirloom or indeed made so strong that it is not easily broken.
The enemy nodded for a few seconds. The mask was not destroyed but the attack just went through behind the mask and scratched his cheek deep enough. Blood droplets flowed up to the chin and dripped one by one.
The person drew a grin behind the mask, a challenged smile accompanied by angry eye-shotting.
Xue Zhan who had just landed lowered his body backwards, saw a thin and sharp sword pass over his chest very quickly. Inexhaustible to get there, another attack targeted at the foot which was currently his weakest point. Xue Zhan was still not balancing himself and now the enemy was reading the gap so quickly.
The fatal lunge came to his feet. The surprise attack made Xue Zhan lose his concentration and unexpectedly in the next second a fiery fist appeared within the darkness and hit his face. Xue Zhan crashed into a stone building that was instantly destroyed scattered into the room. Dust and smoke billowed all around and covered the view.
Inside the thick fog the fight still continued more deadly. The demon mask moved like a flash of lightning, shaking the sword that hit Xue Zhan raw. Deep incisions penetrate the skin of his shoulders, face, legs, stomach and all over his body. Xue Zhan was drenched in blood until beneath his feet was created a huge pool of blood.
His body that was leaning against the wall of the stone wall lost its power, Xue Zhan lowered his head, his mouth dripping with viscous blood and the occasional groan of pain from there. His forehead was hit by a violent impact that made blood continue to flow from his head nonstop. The attacks continue.
When at last the fog began to thin, it was faintly seen someone smoothing a sword into the neck of an opponent that fell between the heaps of stones.
"You've lost. Your death is clear."
He pulled the sword to the side, in a few moments after he drew his sword it was certain that the young man's head would be detached from his body.
Xiang Yi Bai who saw the defeat of his disciple instead of worrying laughed while shaking his head, certainly without forgetting the peas he chewed solemnly. Unexpectedly he found a jug of wine that the seller had left and immediately chugged it to the end.
"You're wrong," Xiang Yi Bai said from a distance, "That idiot loser ... The more you defeat, the stronger he fights."
Thin smoke came out of his mouth, the devil began to feel the turmoil in his body which now made his blood flow boil to the crown. His eyes opened with giddiness and immediately charged at the opponent standing in front of him.
"... You know why I was surprised to see those six bodies you killed?" his voice was slow and cold too.
The enemy raised his face without even uttering words, he felt a different aura and immediately stepped foot backwards just in case. Xue Zhan suddenly parried his sword easily.
"I'm not afraid of the body. Yet at the gaze of their eyes that seemed to ask me to finish you off in the same way."