noveltune Chapter 6, 3 levels
Chapter 6, 3 levels
The advisor, Hao Wei, casually offered a compromise that was barely acceptable to both sides.
"Okay." Xu Donglai agreed, and Zhou Hu also tacitly accepted this approach.
Zhao An stood in the middle of the field, with no choice but to accept that his life and death were in the hands of others.
Smacking my lips, this taste was indeed unpleasant.
In the past, there was the protection of the law, but here, whoever has the bigger fist is the law of heaven!
"Skill..." Zhao An touched the hilt of the large ring-handled sword slung across his back.
"Zhao An, don't blame your advisor. You killed Xu San, so you can't escape this calamity today. Your advisor has bought you a chance to live, so seize it." Hao Wei said, tapping a folding fan lightly.
Zhao An remained silent; this matter was beyond his control.
"Brother Zhao, your injury..." Zhao Chunzi said with a worried expression.
"Stay to the side," Zhao An said calmly.
"Brother Zhao, please be careful!" Li Gou'er said. The two of them were of low status and their words carried no weight, so they could not possibly help Zhao An.
The other Tiger Head Gang leaders were all elders, and their relationship with Zhao An, a rising star, wasn't particularly good. None of them spoke up for him; in fact, most of them were gloating.
Some key members were even more eager for Zhao An to die so that he could hand over the leadership position.
"Liu Gen, you go up." Xu Donglai appointed him.
A middle-aged man suddenly stepped out from the crowd, carrying a machete. He looked at the wound on Zhao An's head and smiled knowingly.
According to the rules of the Python Gang, this kind of life-or-death battle that brings honor to the gang will reward the winner with five taels of silver, which is a pretty good reward.
Seeing that Zhao An was still injured, he felt that he had gotten a free bargain.
"Boy, you're dead today!" Liu Gen said, brandishing his knife, the tip of which touched the ground.
Zhao An also drew his large ring-handled sword, the nine iron rings clanging loudly.
He felt his body gradually heat up, as if his blood was becoming scalding hot.
A violent emotion welled up in my heart.
Fear of battle?
impossible!
His predecessor was originally a brave and fierce person, and Zhao An is no weak person either!
Those mere red-named monsters are nothing to kill!
"Die!" Liu Gen roared, took two steps forward with his machete, and swung it at Zhao An.
Zhao An remained unfazed, as if it were a muscle reaction; he slipped, sidestepped, and drew his sword.
The blade was raised at an extremely tricky angle, flashing past Liu Gen's eyes.
The next moment, Zhao An severed his arm that was holding the knife.
Blood splattered, like shattered blood-red jade beads, scattered all over the ground.
Before Liu Gen could even scream in pain, Zhao An grabbed his neck with his left hand and pulled him over.
With all his might, his fingers almost dug into the flesh, nearly snapping the throat.
Zhao An had no interest in hearing the other's dying cries or pleas for mercy, and swiftly and decisively stabbed the other's heart.
"You think you can kill me?" Zhao An said calmly, not expecting that he would adapt to killing so quickly.
There is no discomfort at all now, and there is even a bloodthirsty excitement.
[Those who have committed numerous evils will be accepted as sinful souls!]
Liu Gen's death was not the end; his soul was captured, he became a soul slave, and ultimately his soul was scattered.
Running into Zhao An is just bad luck for these villains with red names.
A brief silence fell over the room.
The leaders of the Tiger Head Gang exchanged glances, all seeing the astonishment in each other's eyes.
When did Zhao An acquire such superb swordsmanship skills?!
The brute who always used his fists suddenly started wielding a knife, which surprised and disoriented them.
Even the gang leader, Zhou Hu, glanced at Zhao An a couple more times.
Xu Donglai's expression turned somewhat grim, and he then called for a second person.
"Dafu."
A chubby man emerged from behind Xu Donglai, his nostrils flaring upwards, giving him a somewhat pig-like appearance.
"That good-for-nothing Liu Laogen is a disgrace! He can't even handle a kid!" Dafu said angrily.
He drew the same machete and charged straight at Zhao An.
Two steps away from Zhao An, he did a side somersault, spun around in mid-air, and swung his large cleaver down with tremendous force.
Zhao An took a deep step, raised his sword to parry, and managed to block the attack.
Dafu was surprised that his strike had failed to cause any damage, realizing that he had underestimated the strength of the young man in front of him.
Just as he was about to strike a second time, the iron rings jingled, and a flash of light suddenly appeared before his eyes.
With a hissing sound, Dafu belatedly clutched his bleeding neck, opened his mouth wide, but could no longer breathe.
He stared in disbelief at Zhao An and the blood-dripping broadsword in Zhao An's hand.
"The animation is too long and flashy." Zhao An sheathed his sword and captured another soul slave!
After losing two people in a row, Xu Donglai was starting to get restless.
If it weren't for the rules not being broken, even he, as the gang leader, would have been willing to disregard his reputation and personally get involved.
He glanced at Zhou Hu, who stood calmly to the side, his gaze unfriendly.
He now suspects that today's events were a trap set by Zhou Hu, just waiting for him to fall into it.
"If Chief Xu doesn't want to continue, we can call it quits today," Zhou Hu said casually, taking a sip of tea.
Xu Donglai remained silent for a moment, his heart actually wavering.
Zhao An's feigned weakness today has left Zhao An somewhat unsure of how to handle the situation. Sending more people into the fray might risk another humiliation.
"Dazhuang!" Xu Donglai said coldly.
Now that things have come to this, he's in a difficult position; backing out halfway would be just as embarrassing.
The man named Dazhuang, unlike the previous two who were careless, looked at Zhao An with an extremely solemn expression.
He killed two people in quick succession, and both were killed almost instantly. Everyone knew that this was a tough opponent, and it was no fluke.
Even when Xu Donglai called his name, he was reluctant to go into battle.
What I thought was a chance to make money for free has now turned out to be a life-or-death struggle.
With a loud shout, Da Zhuang mustered all his strength and swung his sword at Zhao An.
Compared to the previous two, this person is stronger and moves faster.
With his agile movements, he was considered one of the best among the martial arts warriors who had not yet developed internal energy.
Zhao An raised his sword to meet the attack. Having already fought two battles, he had not exhausted much of his strength because both were quick and decisive.
clang!
The two swords clashed, the crisp sound of their blades striking each other echoing throughout the hall.
After the first cut, neither of them gained the upper hand, so they continued with a second and a third cut.
The chopping and thrusting attacks were deadly; a single misstep could mean certain death.
Da Zhuang's strength is indeed formidable; the other Tiger Head Gang leaders present all admitted that they were not entirely confident they could defeat him.
However, Dazhuang was the one covered in sweat at that moment.
After exchanging only a few blows, he gradually found himself on the defensive, with less and less room to fight back.
Zhao An's swordsmanship was clearly more refined, and his momentum as he slew two people in succession was even stronger.
The Black Tiger Blade style moves were used repeatedly, keeping Da Zhuang busy. If he wasn't careful, he would get cuts and bruises on his chest, shoulders and arms.
The more panicked Da Zhuang became, the weaker his fighting strength grew. After more than ten consecutive strikes, Da Zhuang was the first to exhaust himself and was struck in the face by Zhao An.
The blade got stuck in his facial bone, and Dazhuang collapsed to the ground convulsing, bleeding profusely. It was clear that he had no chance of survival.
The entire room fell silent; everyone knew that the three challenges had been overcome.
After today, Zhao An will likely become famous overnight!