Three World Swordsman
082: Facing the Silver Knife King
Eight people were incapacitated by Yao Chan in his two attacks. Two people were killed with their bodies cut off, while six others, lying on two maimed legs.
Four of the six people who were maimed had been unconscious because of the blood that kept coming out of the wound on his leg. Their condition made the atmosphere in the room even more tense.
"You...You're a real cruel human being!"
The Silver Knife King burst out in anger seeing the Elite Troops he relied on one by one falling into the hands of a young man who looked innocent and handsome in face.
"Cruel people? Eeh Old Bangka ugly wrinkled, you are not only senile but also a slanderer. Have you forgotten your profession heh..!"
Yao Chan certainly did not accept being said to be cruel by a person who works as a Pay Killer. It was just that lately Yao Chan felt himself indeed turning violent.
Meanwhile the twelve Elite Assassins from the Silver Knife Killing Group, completely shaken his heart.
It had never been imagined that they would face a young man who possessed cruelty like a hungry wolf.
"The two helped us avenge the death of our brothers."
One of the Elite Killer, finally asked the Silver Knife King to intervene to help them.
"Well, it's time to drink the Silver Knife of my teacher's inheritance, it's been a long time since he drank human blood."
The Silver Knife King took out a Knife from under his robe. The knife that had a silver handle, he immediately took it out of the scabbard. Instantly also Death Aura seeped into the air within the room.
Some eyes stared in amazement at the heirloom knife. They had seen the prowess of the Silver Knife Heirloom. Now they were looking at Yao Chan with pity-filled gazes.
Yao Chan frowned looking at the heirloom, but he was more astonished to see some people staring pity at him.
"Young man, what a pity you are, you should be able to have fun with that many girls with that handsome face of yours. Unfortunately you have to die by our King's heirloom."
The words of one of the people who looked at Yao Chan with pity, answered the question in Yao Chan's mind.
"Ooo so that's why you look so sorry at me. I am also sorry for your stupidity. Old grandfather, ugly, wrinkled, senile anyway, you call him King. mmmpph."
Yao Chan laughed stifledly as he suddenly sensed a powerful directional killing Aura towards him. Yao Chan looked at the Silver Knife King who was somehow that old and wrinkled face, now looked so wrathful.
"Buck!! from then on you continue to insult me, don't blame me if your body is torn apart by my Heirloom Knife"
The Silver Blade King suddenly shot out with a difficult speed followed by eyes attacking Yao Chan violently. Yet Yao Chan had been on standby for a moment after sensing the powerful killing Aura of that old man.
Trank Trank Trank
The clash of the two Heirlooms, made a loud noise in the night that had apparently changed in the morning. Yao Chan was several times forced to soar into the air to avoid the sabetage or puncture of the Silver Knife King.
The exchange of attacks continued for nearly a hundred moves. The Elite Assassins who initially felt enthusiastic that their King could finish Yao Chan off, now began to look pessimistic.
Yao Chan was not only able to dodge the attacks from the strongest moves of the Silver Knife King, he had even dealt wounds on some parts of their leader's body.
This made the Silver Knife King inflamed, wanting it to feel like he was skinning and tearing the sharp mouth of the young man whom he admitted was the strongest opponent he had ever faced in his entire life.
"You guys just shut up, help me!!"
The Silver Knife King shouted at the Elite Killers with a huff. Hearing that shout, the twelve Elite Assassins simultaneously moved to attack Yao Chan.
Seeing that, Yao Chan also returned to using the Sword God Wrath Movement. This move from the War God Technique, focuses on attacks with punches and slashes that are carried out very quickly.
The clanking of the sounds of guns clashing adorned the atmosphere in the cold valley. Position in the fight now turned around, Yao Chan began to look desperate due to the onslaught of the Silver Knife King assisted by the Elite Assassins.
Yao Chan had not managed to kill any of his opponents. His swift sword stab and slash, only capable of giving a light wound. The compactness of the Elite Killer in defending and attacking in turn was difficult to penetrate by Yao Chan.
Yao Chan looked a little annoyed as he noticed his blue robe was torn in some parts. He jumped into the air and floated until his back touched the roof of the house.
"It seems that I should use the Dragon Armor Shield technique and the Soul Sword Disciple Technique simultaneously. I have to finish this quickly, and go back to Grandpa's house"
After saying so in his heart, Yao Chan immediately poured his strength into the Golden Dragon Scales Armor. Slowly the skin of Yao Chan's body changed, huge golden scales appeared all over his body to his face.
The Silver Knife King and the others, frowned looking at the condition of Yao Chan's body whose skin had turned golden yellow.
Never had they seen such a technique, thus making them become more alert.
Yao Chan smiled which now looked sinister in the eyes of his opponents. Some of them even felt a sense of trepidation envelop his heart.
"Two ugly, wrinkled and senile figures, I don't want to make your spirits flutter, so introduce my name Yao Chan and give my regards to the King of the Netherworld."
A moment after saying so, Yao Chan dashed as fast as lightning with the steps of the Wind God. His body seemed to disappear from the sight of his opponent and in an instant had been in their midst.
Surprised by the Elite Killer, harnessed quickly by Yao Chan, he unleashed the War God Sword at a speed that was difficult for the eye to follow.
The three people closest to him died with their necks almost broken. While two people were injured deep enough in the chest because it had moved backwards. But after-attacks in the form of a stab stuck in his chest until it penetrated the back.
Yao Chan did not give pause to his opponent, he went back to rampaging with the War God Sword in his hands which did not stop taking his opponent's life.
Now there were only five people left of the twenty Elite Killer Group of Silver Knife Knives whose faces were now as white as cotton.
They were not unable to land an attack on Yao Chan who had deliberately opened a gap for them to attack his body. The stabs or slashes of their blades, as if they were met with iron when they touched Yao Chan's skin.
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