Chapter 1434 - 1435: You’d Fall Too in My Place
Thud!
The Heavy Sword of the Destroyed Army in Yang Fei's hand abruptly halted in midair, its edge humming.
Gradually, a trace of blood appeared on the sword edge.
And with the appearance of blood, a hovering phantom slowly materialized into a solid form, eventually turning into a tall man.
The Heavy Sword of the Destroyed Army pierced through his back and emerged from his chest.
With a gurgling sound in his throat, the man stared wide-eyed in disbelief at Yang Fei.
"You... how did you see through my Invisibility Technique? I don't believe it..."
Yang Fei chuckled coldly and kicked him in the lower back, pulling out the longsword, and said icily.
"In front of me, you're just trash. I could kill you even with my eyes closed."
The martial artist's corpse collapsed to the ground, blood gushing out, forming a large pool.
At that moment, a Honda car suddenly started, speeding away from a distance.
Yang Fei whipped around, merging with his sword, and the Heavy Sword of the Destroyed Army transformed into a cold gleam, like a White Feather Arrow, and shot straight out.
The person in the Honda car was the elder.
He saw Yang Fei killing continuously like a Demon God, not only perceptive with his Divine Sense but also sharp-eyed. Under the cover of night, nothing seemed to escape his gaze.
The elder knew life and death were in the balance. A super warrior like this would surely find him, so he made a quick decision to flee by car.
However, just five hundred meters out, with a loud bang, Yang Fei leaped high and somersaulted onto the car's roof.
His feet took root as if cast in bronze and iron.
Panic seized the elder's heart. He spun the steering wheel in a circle, making the car take a sharp turn and perform a drift.
The massive inertia made the tires screech as they rubbed against the ground.
But this inertia seemed to have no effect on Yang Fei.
A cold smile played at the corners of his mouth. He lifted the Heavy Sword of the Destroyed Army high and stabbed down fiercely.
He appeared under the warm yellow streetlight, tracing a heroic arc.
Whiz!
The Heavy Sword of the Destroyed Army pierced through the car roof, directly through the top of the elder's head.
The elder's eyes suddenly widened, the entire car lost control, crashing like a mad bull into the roadside greenery.
Bang!
The car flipped over, the metal side scraping against the ground, sending large sparks flying, gasoline spilling everywhere.
Yang Fei pulled back the Heavy Sword of the Destroyed Army, spinning once in the air before gently landing.
The night was silent, the air heavy like mercury suddenly becoming clear.
Yang Fei breathed a sigh of relief, knowing the crisis had been resolved. This batch of ninjas was either dead, wounded, or had fled, thoroughly defeated.
Only now did the numb and weak feeling throughout Yang Fei's body erupt uncontrollably.
Feeling weak all over, Yang Fei dragged his longsword over to Mad Blade, his heart uneasy.
He wondered how Mad Blade was doing.
Yang Fei destroyed Yama's Binding Silk with the Heavy Sword of the Destroyed Army, then put it away and helped Mad Blade up.
Though Yang Fei killed enemies earlier with ease, helping Mad Blade now made his heart uneasy.
Mad Blade and Fan Yi were not only Yang Fei's comrades but also his brothers. If anything happened to them, Yang Fei would never forgive himself.
Yang Fei just checked for Mad Blade's breathing, instantly overjoyed.
His breath was steady and even, clearly just knocked out with no life-threatening danger.
It seemed the real target was Yang Fei, and Mad Blade was just bait to lure him in.
Luckily, Mad Blade had some use to the enemy; otherwise, given the earlier dangers, even ten Mad Blades would be doomed.
Yang Fei sighed deeply in relief, feeling a bit fearful.
Though Yang Fei easily defeated the ninjas, he held no contempt for them.
These ninjas didn't have high Martial Arts Realms, but their stealth assassination skills were superb, even hard for Yang Fei to detect.
Despite the intense weakness, Yang Fei took out a Silver Needle and pricked several major acupuncture points on Mad Blade's Baihui and Danzhong.
Mad Blade groggily opened his eyes and suddenly jumped up, looking around.
Yang Fei said indifferently, "Don't bother, they were ninjas from Sang Country. I killed a few, the rest ran away."
Mad Blade widened his eyes, clearly unable to swallow this humiliation, cursing under his breath.
"Damned if the grandmother's pen doesn't bloom, hunting geese for years only to be pecked by one."
Yang Fei shot Mad Blade a glance, snorting.
"If you dare drink again on a mission, I'll shove your head into the urinal and let you drink your fill."
Frankly speaking, this group of ninjas was quite sinister.
But if Mad Blade hadn't been drinking, he wouldn't have fallen into their hands so easily.
Though Mad Blade often bantered and jabbered with Yang Fei, he still lowered his head solemnly at violating military discipline.
He shouted, "Yes, Chief Instructor. I won't drink on the battlefield again."
Yang Fei's expression softened slightly, sighing.
"This group of ninjas didn't have much Martial Arts Kung Fu, but their stealth assassination skills were formidable."
"We'll have to be extra careful dealing with them in the future."
Mad Blade nodded, and Yang Fei turned away, sighing as he walked.
"We've crossed paths with the Eight Gates Ninja this time. Big trouble lies ahead; they won't let this go easily."
"Report to the instructor, Mad Blade is combat-ready."
Mad Blade wasn't going to let this defeat go, hearing Yang Fei's lament, he immediately perked up, full of fighting spirit.
Yang Fei smiled slightly.
This was Mad Blade, an iron-willed man, refusing to show any sign of retreat even coming back from the brink of death.
Yang Fei started circulating his Essence Qi to expel the toxins from his body.
Changfeng Squad was disciplined; no one moved from their posts until Yang Fei resolved the ninja situation, then they all eagerly began questioning Mad Blade over the public communication channel.
"Mad Blade, how are you, severely injured?"
"Mad Blade, we heard you got caught and are compromised. How are you holding up?"
"Mad Blade, if you can't resist, just enjoy it; you've always wanted to act in those artistic films anyway."
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Knowing Mad Blade was fine, everyone took turns roasting him, each one wittier than the last.
Amid the uproarious laughter, Mad Blade grumbled about teaching everyone a lesson.
"Stop with the jokes. We thought we were strong, but Sang Country's ninjas are no pushover."
"To be blunt, if I fell, you would too."
Mad Blade finished with a meaningful statement.
"So, brothers, we're not strong enough yet."
"I've decided, once we return, I'll undergo closed-door cultivation, no matter how tempting the women."
Mad Blade's words prompted everyone to express their stance.
"Yes, the stronger enemies come, the more we must become the Evil Dragon Soldier King; our path is still long."
"Weak strength means no talk of reforming the Evil Dragon; enhancing our strength is most important."
"Uh, sorry, guys, I broke through last night, Gangjin Master!"
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