Chapter 1690 - 1691: What Happened to Our Fair Duel?
Intuition had already informed the Head of the Herudan Family that the situation was subtly unfavorable.
Yet, the Head of the Herudan Family was unwilling to show weakness in front of the low-ranking officers of the Ninja Army.
The wooden gate of the barracks opened, and Squad Leader Yamazaki bowed and invited the Head of the Herudan Family in.
The Head of the Herudan Family nodded slightly, entered the barracks, and the wooden gate closed, blocking the view of the Herudan Clan Junior outside.
As soon as the Head of the Herudan Family entered the barracks, he saw a guy who was both handsome and cool, holding a Triangular Military Spike, looking at him coldly.
The Head of the Herudan Family was startled, turned around immediately, but saw a guy with a full beard.
He slipped out from behind the door, blocking the retreat of the Head of the Herudan Family.
Both were wearing the uniforms of the Sang Country soldiers, but the icy, piercing murderous intent in their eyes was absolutely not something ordinary soldiers could possess.
It goes without saying that these two were Mad Blade and Fan Yi.
The Head of the Herudan Family was trapped in the ambush of two great masters, unable to escape even with wings.
The Head of the Herudan Family felt the Essence Qi on the two, as vibrant as if wind, forest, fire, and mountain, and couldn't help but be dumbstruck.
His heart sank deeply.
The Martial Arts Skills of these two were transcending into holiness, and the bearded man behind him, his kung fu was no less than his own.
Yet the young man in front of him was unfathomable.
Against him, he definitely wouldn't last ten moves.
Such masters, not caring about status, using two against one to attack him, is there no justice in this world?
The Head of the Herudan Family felt bitterness in his mouth, his eyes staring fiercely at Fan Yi, his feet slowly moving in an attempt to fight like a cornered beast.
Fan Yi coldly stared at the Head of the Herudan Family.
"If you don't call for help, I can give you a chance for a fair duel, otherwise..."
The Head of the Herudan Family sighed in relief, as long as this master was true to his word, he still had the strength to fight back.
Within ten moves, he was sure he could escape.
Even if he couldn't get out, he could warn the elite offspring outside to rise up in resistance, and not be utterly defeated.
However, just as the Head of the Herudan Family was secretly pleased.
Suddenly, with a poof, a blood-stained half-length Triangular Military Spike pierced through his chest, splattering blood.
The Head of the Herudan Family widened his eyes in disbelief.
He slowly turned around to see Mad Blade's rough and murderous face.
Mad Blade swiftly withdrew the Triangular Military Spike and kicked the Head of the Herudan Family to the ground.
At the same time, this guy raised the Triangular Military Spike high again and stabbed towards the throat of the Head of the Herudan Family.
The Head of the Herudan Family used all his strength to grasp Mad Blade's wrist.
He was seriously injured, and his Essence Qi was rapidly dwindling, completely unable to resist Mad Blade.
Mad Blade's Triangular Military Spike slowly stabbed down towards his throat.
The blood-stained cold light pierced the eyes of the Head of the Herudan Family.
"Didn't you say it would be a one-on-one duel? Despicable!"
The Head of the Herudan Family used all his strength, his voice hoarse beyond belief.
At that moment, Mad Blade's Triangular Military Spike finally pierced his throat, pinning him to the ground.
The throat of the Head of the Herudan Family gurgled, a large quantity of blood spilled from his mouth.
His eyes still fiercely staring at Mad Blade, looking endlessly sorrowful and endlessly aggrieved.
Mad Blade sneered coldly.
"He's the one who said a duel, I never said that, who would duel on the bloody battlefield? Fool!"
Throughout, Fan Yi hadn't moved a hand.
Yet, he stood there like a javelin, successfully capturing all of the Head of the Herudan Family's attention, allowing Mad Blade to strike.
The Head of the Herudan Family finally realized that these two ultimate Martial Arts masters never intended to do a one-on-one duel with him from the start.
He spat out a mouthful of blood, swallowed his last breath full of infinite grievance.
Fan Yi stood there like a statue, silent and unmoving.
Watching the Head of the Herudan Family die so unjustly, he took a deep breath and shook his head.
Sometimes, Fan Yi completely couldn't understand Mad Blade and Yang Fei.
These two guys were simply born rogues, even if the opponent was as weak as a child, they absolutely wouldn't face the enemy directly.
These two guys often used flowery words, then ambushed the enemy from behind, delivering a surprise attack.
Both found joy in this combat style.
What's even scarier is that all Evil Dragon Experts enjoy this combat style.
This makes masters like the Three Swords, Fan Yi, who take pride in their status, inevitably feel out of place.
Just as Fan Yi and Mad Blade sniped the Head of the Herudan Family.
Yang Fei led a group of Evil Dragon Scoundrel Experts to attack the 30 Herudan Elite Descendants outside.
Each of these 30 elite offspring of the Herudan Family was selected by the Head of the Herudan Family from hundreds of clan juniors.
Not only were their Martial Arts outstanding, but they also received systematic military training.
At this moment, the Herudan family's clan juniors were stationed eastward of the sentry station, forming rows and awaiting the family head's orders.
However, they hadn't noticed that the Big Viper Machine Gun on the east side of the sentry station had already turned, its ominous muzzle aimed at them.
Meanwhile, Cui Xiang was holding an M134 Fire God Cannon, moving to the west side of the Herudan family juniors, forming a diagonal with the Big Viper Machine Gun.
Other Evil Dragon Soldier Kings also quietly moved to the most advantageous attack position.
At this moment, these 30 elite offspring were like a woman stripped naked and spreading her legs, completely defenseless.
Just then, a distant black silhouette dashed over like a phantom.
His speed was lightning-fast, leaving everyone dazzled, and he appeared before Cui Xiang.
Yang Fei was shocked upon seeing it.
This kind of speed he had only seen from Jingtian Chuyi and Jing Kongzhao before, didn't expect Sang Country had such masters too.
Cui Xiang is a power-type master, a speed-type master like this naturally restrains him.
The moment Cui Xiang saw the guy's movement, he knew it wasn't good. He roared, retreated quickly, adjusted his angle and prepared to fire.
Zap!
With a flash of cold light, Cui Xiang's three fingers, along with two severed sections of the Fire God Cannon, fell to the ground.
There was a terrifying blood scar on Cui Xiang's chest, his body rolling down the slope like a ball.
"Cui Xiang, are you okay?"
Yang Fei instantly became furious, swiftly dashed to Cui Xiang's side, holding him up.
Cui Xiang raised his head and smiled at Yang Fei.
His chest had been slashed by a sword; fortunately, he was wearing a bulletproof vest, so the wound was deep but not fatal.
Yang Fei felt relieved. As he looked up, the shadow that appeared like a ghost was already charging towards him.
A bright light flashed momentarily in the air.
Yang Fei could feel his hair standing on end.
He shouted and rolled with Cui Xiang.
Whoosh!
Beside Yang Fei, a palm tree exploded, turned into thousands of tiny wooden strips, cleaved in an instant by the opponent's sword light.
Yang Fei felt a cut on his cheek, reaching up and touching it.
There was a slight pain and a fine sword mark on his cheek.
The power of this guy's sword was terrifyingly mighty!