With the Blade

The ensuing battle held no suspense.

Although the blind man wielding the iron hook swung it fiercely, the large shield naturally restrained him—of course, the blind man wasn’t completely without a solution. Upon realizing that the Evil Qi couldn’t break through the opponent’s defense, he immediately used his iron hook to latch onto the edge of the shield.

With one pull, the entire shield was lifted away.

It was just a brief exchange, and even when faced with a weapon that restrained him, the blind man with the iron hook managed to assert his advantage, showcasing his remarkable skills.

There are no mediocre fighters listed on the Hundred Weapons Chart.

But in front of Shan Bing right now, all of this was meaningless.

"Take my Sun-Piercing Strike!"

A vicious thrust came out once again.

Shouting out a move’s name during a fight is undoubtedly an extremely foolish act. Normally, when facing such an opponent, the blind man with the iron hook would probably laugh out loud—after all, though blind, his hearing was sharp, and such a loud shout before attacking was impossible for him not to hear.

As long as he heard it, he could parry and even counterattack. Clearly, this kind of fighting style was useless. If it had any use, it was just to amuse everyone.

But now, the blind man couldn’t laugh at all.

He had heard the sounds of slaughter just now, and he had heard the sound of a sharp weapon entering flesh. His brother, the one with a missing leg, was already dead under this very move—with his brother’s martial skills, which the blind man was aware of, combined with their perfectly compatible wicked combat skills and enemies whom they completely restrained... His brother could not have been killed like this. Yet, such an absurd thing happened.

This move was far more than it seemed, and the blind man judged almost instantly.

The ensuing exchange quickly confirmed this point.

If it were an ordinary thrust, with his immense power, he could easily knock it aside, but this time, when his iron hook hit the Short Sword, the Short Sword did not waver at all.

After that foolish shout, this seemingly ordinary thrust seemed indeed to have undergone some kind of transformation.

A kind of, terrifying transformation.

"Ahhhhhhhhh——"

To deflect this thrust, the blind man used all his strength, and the blow accompanied by Evil Qi would have been enough to destroy an entire city gate—but the force from the Short Sword was greater, more ferocious, more ruthless.

Even the sun in the sky might be pierced by this strike.

"...Eh?"

The blind man suddenly felt somewhat dazed.

He was born blind and had never seen the sun, but at this moment, he seemed to see the shape of the sun suddenly.

Only, in the next instant, that radiant sun was pierced by something sharp.

Together with his chest.

"Sss—"

Blood sprayed, painting the sky red.

The blind man’s heart was forcibly pulled out by that Short Sword.

"Ha..."

Shan Bing, bathed in blood, held a still-beating heart on the tip of his Short Sword, now as terrifying as a demon emerging from hell!

"Not enough, still not enough..."

Standing on two gutted corpses, Shan Bing, his eyes blood-red, turned to the soldiers at the city gate who had once vowed to teach him a lesson.

But those soldiers, caught in his gaze, were already trembling on the ground, barely daring to breathe.

In fact, even now, they hadn’t realized what had happened. The two brothers who should have had more than enough strength to kill these low-ranking Commanders... Why were the two brothers defeated?

With their skill level, it was hard for them to comprehend the battle between masters, but they at least remembered that one move.

"It should be called... Sun-Piercing Strike, right?"

Seeing the two gutted corpses on the ground and the still-beating heart on the Short Sword, the soldiers immediately looked away, not even daring to open their eyes.

It was too terrifying; that move was too terrifying. Two top fighters fell one after another under that move. Is it really a move that a human can use?

Whether a human could use such a move was unknown to them, but they knew this brutal scene—the two gutted corpses, the heart on the Short Sword, and that deadly strike...

This strike called Sun-Piercing Strike and the Shan Bing who wielded it would be a nightmare that haunted them for a lifetime.

Of course, assuming they still had a lifetime to live.

The demon carrying the Short Sword came over, holding a large shield, he walked over, having crossed the sea of blood and corpses, he crushed the remaining courage in their hearts, that heavy step seemed to tread on their bones, as if the next moment he would crush them to dust...

"Hey! Don’t step! It’s broken! It’s really broken!"

"...Hmm?"

Ready to kill, Shan Bing frowned slightly.

"Only now you think of begging for mercy? It’s too late."

Casually tossing aside the heart impaled on the Short Sword, Shan Bing continued forward.

"Since my brother has already died here, you might as well pay with your lives..."

"You dog! If you don’t pull me up, I’m really going to die!"

"...Eh?"

It was at this moment that Shan Bing realized who he had just stepped on.