Chapter 49: Steel Edge Style

Chu Hengkong experienced a strange sense of disorientation for a moment. He had not expected that, even at a time like this, the enemy would still announce his background and name, as if they were not in the middle of a bloody brawl but sparring in a martial arts arena.

"No school. Chu Hengkong."

Yet he responded as well, as naturally as breathing. The two men, facing each other with blades drawn, shifted slightly. Hand gestures, footwork, center of gravity, expressions... observing with the eyes, listening with the ears, and even experiencing through the sense of smell, they felt and guessed the truth hidden beneath the enemy's blade.

Before the words had even faded, Du Jie's wide-open eyes slowly closed, and his breathing grew steady. Both Doctor Liu and Zhu Zhengde had already grown quite accustomed to this sort of occurrence during Xie Jun's recent treatments, yet every time they witnessed it, they could not help but feel a deep sense of envy.

Of course, the young man's formidable nature was partly due to his own strength, but the main reason was that he frequently took refuge within the Dragon King's Cave. Now that they had finally cornered him, they were determined not to let him leave alive under any circumstances.

Chasing and fleeing in this manner, the signal soldier ran straight toward the spot where Comrade Hu Daming was resting, coming dangerously close to stepping right on Comrade Hu Daming's head.

Ling Shaoqing's expression transitioned from entanglement to sorrow, and finally to despair. Ling Yue took in every single nuance of this, missing not a single fraction of it. This time, she was truly certain.

However, they had underestimated the defensive capabilities of the Tiger and Leopard Cavalry. Every single one of them was clad in full body armor and wore iron facial masks. The arrows fired from the light crossbows in their hands could hardly pierce their defenses; hitting the targets, the arrows simply bounced off, completely failing to slow down the enemy's advance.

Ever since the incident with the Thirty-Ninth Army, not a single unit had dared to act cleverly again. Trying to guess Comrade Hu Daming's state of mind was truly no easy task.

Seeing that several of them now held a grudge against Pu Yang, He Jian was overjoyed, finally venting the pent-up frustration in his heart. Yet he had no intention of stopping there; he wanted to let this loser know the consequences of refusing to show him respect.

The Gunner knew full well that reaching the top of the tower this time was out of the question, but that did not mean he was simply going to slink off to find a safe spot or wait idly until the competition of the Sky Tower came to an end.

"Indeed, this is the Shanyue Grand Canyon, and also the inevitable route for Gu Dingfeng's Southern Army," Jia Xu said with a smile as he stroked his goatee.

Baiyou Shuli appeared behind her, reaching out to wrap his arms around her waist and untying her incantation seals.

"Brother..." Mu Feiyan clutched the reins, driven by the spirited steed as she vanished into the distance like the wind.

Qin Shang smiled faintly once more, gracefully lifting the hem of his robe as he sat down opposite them, preparing to brew tea.

Shen Heyi's body stiffened, the corners of his mouth tightening as well. An unprecedented restlessness rapidly surged within him.

If she had understood these principles earlier in her past life, would she have been so easily blinded by Yuan Ye's facade of absolute obedience?

Even so, such an effect was still insufficient. The moment he stopped to look for a place to hide, he immediately sensed approaching danger, followed once again by the sight of that golden palm. It left him feeling so depressed he almost wanted to vomit blood.

An ominous prehension, born from the pessimism ingrained in my very bones, struck me forcefully. Could it be that something had happened to them outside just after they went out? I did not dare to dwell on it further; my legs turned to jelly, and I nearly tumbled down the staircase.

Yesterday, she had noticed a faint trace of joy hidden on Mu Zi'ang's handsome face, seemingly foreshadowing that he was about to lay down the heavy burden in his heart.

Even though he had already cast a cleansing spell and his hands no longer carried any strange odor, the Great Elder—who was usually shameless enough to remain completely composed even if Mount Tai were to crush him—still found himself repeatedly retching from the sheer disgust brought on by the memory of that thick stench.

No, I cannot remain here any longer. Xue Xiaoni has already left; am I supposed to sit foolishly downstairs and eavesdrop on others? Wouldn't that make me utterly foolish?

A bone-chillingly cold aura descended upon the place at some unknown moment. It seemed to appear out of thin air, though in reality, it had been concealed for a very long time.