With the Blade

The Wu Zhao couldn’t come up with any other tricks.

Dog Tooth Bullet, Yue Saber, Air Slash, Axe and Saber... although the Wu Zhao used many techniques, ultimately, it was the same old routine — either long-range attacks or close combat. But for Du Chengfeng, he had experienced these far too often.

"If this is all you’ve got... you’ve reached your limit."

Du Chengfeng, holding two large sabers, sighed and even reversed the gray-black fire saber and inserted it back onto his back.

"Don’t worry, I won’t kill you this time either. I’ve said it many times, I’m a peace advocate... Besides, I don’t think not killing you is a form of disrespect; it actually means I believe in you, in your ability to one day figure out a way to defeat me."

"This is even worse than being killed."

The three Wu Zhao laughed bitterly in unison.

"At least it would show we pose a threat to you and are worthy opponents... rather than being released like stray dogs, like before."

"So, you admit it?"

Du Chengfeng rubbed his head.

"Are we really stuck here by accident?"

"Actually... yes."

The three Wu Zhao’s expressions turned ugly.

"We originally planned to take you back to Yin land and deal with you properly, but who would have thought we’d end up in such a place... though it’s good, at least if we hadn’t come here, I wouldn’t have thought of those new things."

Du Chengfeng scratched his head; he couldn’t see where the new things Wu Zhao mentioned were, fighting back and forth with the same old techniques, can’t they come up with something new?

Perhaps there is something new.

Just because those two humanoid Wu Zhao have started killing.

It turns out the Wu Zhao weren’t as restrained as they appeared. Upon realizing they couldn’t defeat him on their own, they ultimately started utilizing those Evil Qi reserves enough for an army of hundreds of thousands.

As a peace advocate, a kind person, Du Chengfeng couldn’t bear to watch the Wu Zhao accumulate Evil Qi through killing; after all, this was a real battle.

What the enemy wants to do must not be allowed to happen, that’s the most basic principle.

"None of you will kill anyone."

Du Chengfeng swung the fire blade, effortlessly blocking the Wu Zhao’s Air Slash.

"If you want to fight, come at me."

"Has anyone ever told you your fighting style is really disgusting?"

The two humanoid Wu Zhao continued to charge violently, without looking back.

"Don’t you want to see my trump card? Can’t you wait for me to kill a few more?"

"Do you think I’m stupid? Wait for you to kill more... huh?"

Another saber blocked a Wu Zhao’s yue blade, but the originally laughing Du Chengfeng’s face suddenly froze.

"You..."

"What’s wrong with me?"

The two Wu Zhao continued without stopping, the four yue blades stirring up a bloody storm.

"Do I have a problem?"

"Hasn’t anyone told you your fighting style is also disgusting?"

Looking at the two Wu Zhao in front of him, Du Chengfeng was momentarily speechless.

The reason was none other than this:

Because the two Wu Zhao had his face on their heads!

Even the yellow dog Wu Zhao’s head bore his face, during the moments he ignored the yellow dog Wu Zhao, the yellow dog once again stood on two legs, reverting to a human form — even though the dog head hadn’t disappeared, with Du Chengfeng’s face, it added a touch of human-like dignity.

"Is this your fighting style?"

Du Chengfeng was speechless.

"Is this the so-called new thing you’ve realized?"

"There’s more new stuff!"

The three Wu Zhao laughed heartily, six yue blades pointing straight at Du Chengfeng.

"Come! Try this!"

It was an attack identical to the one on the dove staff, capable of separating all things, the most essential cleaving power, far surpassing any sword, spear, or halberd.

And now, there were six such attacks.

"You..."

Du Chengfeng swung down the large saber in his hand.

The fiery blade slammed into the attack, burning the momentum alongside it, this moment, what was burning wasn’t any material itself, but the added will behind the attack, those surging and abundant Evil Qi.

Using Evil Qi as fuel, the rampant flame grew even more fierce.

After that, the fire blade swept horizontally.

Three Wu Zhao, already sliced into six parts.

"You..."

Du Chengfeng couldn’t speak for a long time.

Originally, he thought these Wu Zhao would have some more advanced techniques, some special powers, they must have prepared everything before coming to fight him — but now, judging by the result, all the Wu Zhao managed to do was just this?

"If it’s only this, why fight me?"

At this moment, Du Chengfeng felt an unprecedented pain in his heart.

Not because the Wu Zhao were his friends, in fact, there was no friendship between them.

But he had lost a great opponent.

Not only physically, but also in another sense; these Wu Zhao had proven with their actions that they couldn’t beat him.

Whether in terms of strength, strategy, or enemy prediction, in the moment they lost the duel, the three Wu Zhao could no longer be regarded as opponents.

"Can’t you become stronger? Can’t you get more accurate? With just this level of power, why come fight me to the death?"

Looking at the six-part Wu Zhao on the ground, Du Chengfeng painfully covered his forehead.

What kind of behavior is this? Is it arrogance? Do they think he’s weak? Or knowing they couldn’t win, still choosing to rush up for suicide?

"Why exactly did you do this?"

"We have our reasons for doing this."

Even while close to death under the burning flames, the three Wu Zhao all revealed a strange smile.

"Don’t be so sad, our death is not meaningless... touch your own face."

"I... hmm?"

Du Chengfeng unconsciously touched his cheek; he didn’t know what’s worth touching.

But immediately, the tactile sensation made him feel vaguely uneasy.

This unfamiliar touch, it wasn’t his face at all.

"You..."

Du Chengfeng hurriedly pulled out the large saber, using it as a mirror.

What appeared on the blade was not his face.

It was clearly the face of Wu Zhao!

"This..."

Du Chengfeng was directly stunned, unable to speak for a long time.

Since when did this start?