With the Blade

This time, the battle was entirely different from when they were in the Southern Chen.

Back in the Southern Chen, neither Du Chengfeng nor Wu Zhao was fighting with their full strength. Du Chengfeng adhered to his longstanding moral code, unwilling to wreak havoc, while Wu Zhao, though indifferent to others’ lives, still had ties to the land where he once lived.

But here in this unfamiliar world, it was totally different.

Neither the land nor the people here had any connection to them.

As they fought, naturally, they were without any reservations.

Of course, Du Chengfeng wouldn’t stoop so low as to attack ordinary people with no battle capability. As a warrior, he had his own pursuits—thus, the fierce fire blade, originally five zhang long, suddenly shortened, and the overwhelming heat was only aimed at the three Wu Zhao.

Surprisingly for Du Chengfeng, the Wu Zhao didn’t choose to target those ordinary people either.

Contrary to Du Chengfeng’s expectations, this time, the ruthless Wu Zhao had brought nearly ten thousand men but didn’t choose to use these people as their Evil Qi reserves—when those four Yue Sabers blocked the fierce fire blade, Du Chengfeng couldn’t help but admire how Wu Zhao truly had a warrior’s side.

But soon, he realized Wu Zhao was still as insidious as ever.

Simply because while two humanoid Wu Zhao were blocking the blade, the yellow dog Wu Zhao was crouching, biting towards his crotch.

"You’re using this move too?"

Du Chengfeng kicked, only for the yellow dog to dodge nimbly.

It was at this moment that Du Chengfeng realized he might have made some sort of mistake.

Two Wu Zhao holding his blade made him momentarily think Wu Zhao was still just one person—but now facing the agile yellow dog, Du Chengfeng truly experienced that he was dealing with a full three Wu Zhao!

Even though these three Wu Zhao were the same person, in this battle, it was genuinely three against one!

"Snap."

Mere step technique couldn’t possibly bypass a complete Wu Zhao. Before Du Chengfeng could kick again, the yellow dog had already bitten his crotch.

However, the one who felt the pain was not Du Chengfeng.

It was the shaking yellow dog.

"...You?"

The yellow dog Wu Zhao was dumbfounded, now feeling as if its teeth were about to shatter.

"What’s wrong with me?"

Du Chengfeng pulled out the Bladeless Sword from his waistband, holding it in his hand.

Should it be said that this yellow dog Wu Zhao truly had some skill? Biting down on the sword without fragmenting its teeth, it truly was a talent.

With two hands holding two large blades, dealing with the two Wu Zhao wielding Yue Sabers, Du Chengfeng even had the leisure to manipulate the Bladeless Sword mid-air, targeting the cunning yellow dog on the ground—if it was only this kind of three against one, then it was still impossible to defeat him, after all, he wasn’t incapable of fighting multiple opponents.

Ultimately, what they were competing over was no longer ordinary martial skills.

But the usage of Evil Qi.

Evil Qi, or rather, willpower, how to use this fierce strength to crush opponents, to break down opponents, Du Chengfeng chose to use the blade, use fire, use the fiercest scene to shock his opponent’s spirit. Being shocked would lead to flaws, and flaws would be seized, and being seized would lead to death.

Yet none of the three Wu Zhao, including the yellow dog, had been killed so far.

This alone was enough to prove they were all top-tier warriors, even when facing Du Chengfeng’s fierce double-blade assault, they revealed no flaws—unlike their previous encounter where they recklessly went all out, perhaps this time, both sides truly exerted all their effort.

Du Chengfeng maintained his aggressive stance, yet remained suitably cautious, while the Wu Zhao cautiously defended, lacking the previous reckless frenzy for thrill.

"Perhaps this is the true Wu Zhao."

Du Chengfeng suddenly grasped this point.

Unlike the previous reckless and chaotic lunatic, the current Wu Zhao truly exhibited the qualities of a warrior, with sufficient caution and acumen, this caution and acumen intertwined, fostering a substantial lethality.

Indeed, lethality.

Du Chengfeng suddenly felt his scalp tingle.

If he underestimated them, it could mean death!

"Hiss—"

As Du Chengfeng instinctively leapt into the air, the overwhelming Evil Qi still grazed his trousers, carving a bloody wound on his lower leg.

That should have been at his chest.

When Du Chengfeng looked up, the crouching yellow dog had once again opened its mouth, and in Du Chengfeng’s view, the dense Evil Qi, almost visible to the naked eye, was converging into the yellow dog’s mouth.

Du Chengfeng saw clearly that they were fractured teeth.

"Dog Tooth Projectile?"

Du Chengfeng’s brow instantly furrowed.

The meticulous defense earlier, along with that feigned weakness, all of it was for this insidious lethal strike.

Perhaps this is the real Wu Zhao.

As a warrior, Wu Zhao’s fighting style was fundamentally different from last time’s straightforward approach; they fought on an entirely different path than Du Chengfeng—unlike Du Chengfeng, who favored crushing with overwhelming might, Wu Zhao’s fighting style closely resembled a serpent in the jungle or a tiger in the forest.

When they don’t attack, it’s in complete silence, even feigning weakness, but when they do, it’s a strike to kill, giving no chance for retaliation.

Or perhaps that’s how a true warrior should fight.

All reckless warriors have died, and those who fought with abandon have also died. The warriors who survived those dangerous deaths, without exception, were insidious and cunning—it’s just that Wu Zhao had never deliberately portrayed this side, even disguised as straightforward and bold, causing Du Chengfeng to once believe that they walked the same path as him.

But now...

"You don’t think you can defeat me like this, do you?"

Du Chengfeng started scratching his head.

Hadn’t he considered Wu Zhao’s methods? Winning through cunning wasn’t something he hadn’t thought about, but after countless considerations, his conclusion was...

Not necessary.

At least for him, it wasn’t necessary, it wasn’t his style. He knew well he wasn’t particularly smart, nor capable of engaging in such intense mind games—yet failing to do so meant he’d be trapped, potentially killed by an inexplicable attack, as battle is the most unreasonable of things.

So, facing the most unreasonable battle, Du Chengfeng’s choice was.

He stopped being reasonable too.

All he needed was to crush through with unreasonable strength, only to smash through with absolute power, when that strength is formidable enough, it can shatter all so-called schemes and plots.

Just like now.

"Show some new tricks, more, don’t stop."

Casually wiping away the wound on his lower leg, Du Chengfeng raised his hand to destroy the second incoming dog tooth projectile.

"This is surely not your limit, let me see more, see what you truly have."