The Legend of the Guardians of the East Gate

The Legend of the Guardians of the East Gate
ch 2's.


General Qing Chen whipped out his one-eyed sword, and it was shaped like a huge blade tapering towards the sword eye, the sword looked silver in color and glistened like a mirror along its sword eyes making it look so sharp.


The young man in front of General Qing Chen just kept silent, started to turn around and step closer, and started to close his eyes.


"this man was alone, he was so young that it was impossible for the Eastern Gatekeeper, it was so strange that he did not let out any murderous air at all, even though his clothes were almost all wet with blood," inner General Qing Chen


The fog around the two was thinning, now General Qing Chen was starting to see the young man's face clearly.


"hemm... If only I hadn't seen such a jakun protruding around your neck, I'd have thought you were a woman, would you be a sissy?" general Qing Chen said with a chuckle.


The troops behind him no one laughed at the jokes spoken by their leader, all the troops were so tense, he said, and so intimidated with the calm face and clothes full of bloodstains from the young man in front of them.


"hahaha.well if you're mute, I won't talk anymore either, and there's no point in you staying in this forest, you're dead," general Qing Chen shouted and shot towards the young man.


The young man opened his eyes, suddenly a huge surge of energy came out from his body, and made the same movement as General Qing Chen, both of them darting to the same point, he said, and the young man so quickly pulled out the sword at his waist and slashed it into the general's neck.


"what? this brat was so fast," Inner General Qing Chen and changed the direction of his slash towards the sword that was eyeing his neck.


"my slash will not only destroy your sword, but also make you flung by a weak boy" shouted General Qing Chen.


"trankkkkkkkln....."


There were slashes clashing from the two swords that were so tight because they both used quite strong energy, making the air around like ripples due to the impact of two large energies.


"wussshhhh.." The fog and leaves were blown around them.


The young man's sword did not break from his grasp, it was just that the right hand of the young man seemed to be bouncing towards the back, however his body was still leaning forward and the young man's shoulders crashed as well as pushing the general Qing Chen's body into the air, and the two seemed to be hovering.


"what is this boy doing, from this position I freely smashed his back skull," Inner General Qing Chen.


"hahaha... you idiot, how do you protect your back head? if you want to kill yourself, I will grant you, '" cried General Qing Chen.


General Qing Chen raised his left hand, and his finger formed a claw and aimed at the skull behind the young man.


What a shock General Qing Chen had when he saw a sword from the young man's hand that seemed to have crashed backwards, it had now pierced through his right chest, and it was right in his heart.


"what? when did he do it? I was fooled, the slash to my neck was just a diversion, and the hand that was knocked back was turned to attack behind his back, and that was the real technique, from the very beginning the target was my heart, and how could his hands be so pliable and capable of bending behind his back and stabbing in so fast a time," Inner General Qing Chen, was so incredulous.


And before his claws hit the young man's head, the young man's left hand formed a tread and struck Jendra Qing Chen's body making a few meters crash.


"uhukkkk.." splashes of blood came out from General Qing Chen's lips lying on the ground, his breathing began to disordered, and his breathing began to disordered, his eyeballs stared towards his forehead staring at someone who was standing up and started crouching beside his head.


"what are you? no human being is capable of doing that," General Qing Chen said, looking so curious.


The young man nodded and the blink of his eyes were so slow that he was still so calm despite having just fought against a powerful General.


"are you so curious? aren't you curious about the fate of your thousands of troops? I'll answer her one-on-one, maybe you underestimate us too much, so don't realize the demon fog has poisoned your mind and your army, and without you realizing you've been six hours in my woods, and the poison is damaging your hearing, you can't even hear a fight not so far from here.


"what? e-nam clock? my formation will not be destroyed in that fast time, uhukkkk.." said General Qing Chen, fresh blood spurted from his lips and soaked his own face, his hands trying to grip the sleeve of the young man's robe.


The young man simply nodded, while exposing his docked front teeth, the tip of his reddened nose exhaling steam showing the air in that place was so cold.


"aaiisss..when you were busy with stepping on the neck of a soldier, the soldiers in the important knots of your formation I began to slay, believe it or not, but my eyes are pretty good at calculating seals or formations of some kind, and unfortunately your other troops are not aware of being stunned to see your sickening attraction, that, and when you raved about me being a sissy, you were almost alone in this forest, so the troops you were so proud of only lasted no more than a day in my forest, and do you know what's the most embarrassing of all that? you didn't even last more than 10 minutes in a fight, did it answer all your questions?" said the young man.


"uhukkkk...the technique of the Snow Picker God is just a myth, so ka-u is really the Ger-bang Guard," said General Qing Chen severed along with his last breath.


The young man stood up and smiled slightly, a thick fog started to lift, and a terrifying scene around the old forest began to be seen, thousands of corpses had been scattered with flowing blackish blood creating several rivers of slightly viscous blood.


"myth? You're right, I'm the Snow Picker, who became the Eastern Gate Guard" said the young man so calmly and left General Qing Chen breathing out his last breath.



illustration of the Guardians of the East Gate.