Chapter 210: An Exquisite Dance
Perfectly coordinated pairs?
Zhou Fan paused for a moment, then smiled at Chen Yao. "My Little Yaoyao is the smart one. Just wait until I've dealt with these vermin, and I'll reward you properly!"
"Heh, so what if you've figured that out? You're still no match for us. Give up, Nether King, and let me take your head!"
Li Shufen sneered. She was surprised that Chen Yao had seen the pattern, but in her eyes, it didn't matter. Zhou Fan was still going to die!
"If I'm not mistaken, this is some kind of array, isn't it? But an array like this shouldn't just have ten people!" A confident smirk touched Zhou Fan's lips. He slowly turned his head to look at Li Shufen outside the circle. When he saw the flicker of shock on her face at his words, it confirmed his suspicion.
"Stop playing mind games and thinking you're so clever. Even if the numbers are wrong, what can you do about it?" Though Li Shufen's words were dismissive, she tightened her grip on the half Wolf Fang Club, ready to jump in and confront Zhou Fan the instant the situation turned.
"What can I do? Shufen, you'd better keep your eyes wide open and watch how I break this pathetic little array of yours!"
Zhou Fan let out a loud laugh. He staggered as if drunk, his footsteps weaving as he slowly closed in on one of them. His longsword danced in his hand, yet he held back from attacking, feinting with a thrust to the left, then a thrust to the right. He even occasionally leaped into the air and slashed behind him!
"Are you dancing? What a joke!" Li Shufen couldn't understand what Zhou Fan was doing and couldn't help but mock him.
But the moment the words left her mouth, Zhou Fan bellowed, "Chaos!"
Immediately after, Zhou Fan flicked his left wrist, sending a dagger flying toward a man on his left!
At the same time, his feet moved in a blur, and in two steps, he was in front of another person, his Li Hen Sword slashing out fiercely!
Seeing this, the man retreated just as they had before, but he was now noticeably a tiny bit slower!
This fraction of a second—perhaps only a hundredth of a second—would have been imperceptible to an ordinary person. But for Zhou Fan, especially with the penetrative vision of his eyes now activated, it was more than enough!
One slash, and Sword Qi surged forth… five meters…
Though it was only five meters, the man failed to dodge. The Sword Qi instantly split him in two, right from the center of his brow!
The ten-man formation was instantly down one person. The perfectly paired-up formation was suddenly thrown into disarray!
Li Shufen, who had been watching intently, saw this and was about to rush forward to fill the gap and keep Zhou Fan trapped!
But Zhou Fan had fought hard for this chance to break out; how could he let them trap him again?
Almost immediately after killing the first man, Zhou Fan became like a tiger unleashed, his longsword flowing with his momentum as he cut toward a person on his right!
In that instant, aided by his special eyes, the speed of his opponents seemed to slow down. And so, with just a single slash, he killed another.
Without pausing, Zhou Fan dashed out of their circle. He repelled the reinforcing Li Shufen with a single sword strike, then turned and began to weave around the remaining eight men. He was like a magnet, drawn to one opponent until he killed them, only to immediately latch onto another.
Not far away, Fan, who had also found his opponents' weakness after hearing Chen Yao's words, finally managed to kill the two extremely troublesome foes he was facing. When he turned and saw the scene, he was stunned.
He saw that only six of them were left, including Li Shufen. For some reason, they couldn't get anywhere near Zhou Fan. Instead, he was leading them around, forcing them to spin in circles.
It was a strange sight. It was as if the group were a spinning top, and Zhou Fan had become the one cracking the whip, forcing it to spin. Every single one of their movements was within Zhou Fan's predictions. Gradually, they lost their own rhythm entirely, forced to move to his beat.
"That's insane!" Fan exclaimed, walking over to Chen Yao's side with Zheng Sisi.
"But it's so beautiful!" Zheng Sisi said for some reason.
"Yeah, I never thought killing could be so beautiful. It's like watching an exquisite dance!" Chen Yao agreed with a nod, her beautiful eyes fixed on the scene before them, not even blinking.
Beautiful?
An exquisite dance?
Hearing the two women's words, Fan started to question reality. He didn't dare to argue, though, and when he looked back, he was stunned all over again.
'Dammit, Zhou Fan, oh, Zhou Fan... is there anyone else in this world who could turn killing into such an extreme art form?'
'An art. The art of killing!'
Every time Zhou Fan engaged one of them, the process felt like he was dancing a waltz with his opponent. You retreat, I advance; you advance, I retreat. It was utterly graceful.
Moreover, when Zhou Fan finished one person and engaged his next target, a thin line of blood would slowly trickle down the previous victim's neck. By the time they hit the ground, the bleeding had already stopped, as if the blood had instantly clotted.