Lin Jie’s expression darkened.
"Kid, who exactly are you... Nevermind, it doesn’t matter, I’ll take you down first!"
With a shift in his gaze, two figures swiftly rushed out from beside Lin Jie.
[Lin Yuexin: 229/249.]
[Lin Zhubai: 201/216.]
What’s this?
Sending out two with 200 vitality points to test my strength?
Fang Yu’s feet shuffled as he imdiately started running.
The first rule of taking on a group alone:
Keep moving!
Standing still just makes you a target, waiting to die!
You only have a chance if you move.
Fang Yu was quick on his feet, running laterally, but the two with 200 vitality points were even faster!
Closing in from both sides, they rapidly approached!
Almost simultaneously, they both struck with their palms, as if controlled by a single will, their palm winds with a force that seed to suction at Fang Yu’s skin, making it ripple and twist as if under the blast of a wind machine.
His agile movents were also pulled, becoming sowhat strange and uncomfortable.
What kind of palm technique is this?!
A thought flashed through his mind.
Fang Yu suddenly stopped.
"Haah!!"
He shouted loudly, his hands covered in Bone Powder as he crossed his arms and struck out with both palms at the sa ti.
Boom!!
The Bone Powder exploded in a ring, and the two n used the force to swiftly retreat.
The next instant, two Longswords thrumming with the sound of sword cries were already stabbing towards him from the front, almost within reach!
With a push from his feet, Fang Yu quickly retreated backward!
Sss!
The next second.
A section of the sword blade inexplicably pierced out from his chest!
-111!
[Life: 2084/2206.]
"Mr. Diao?!"
"Damn it!"
"It’s hard to fight against many with only two fists! We need to support him!"
Soone exclaid from a distance, but Fang Yu had no ti to care who it was.
How is it possible...
Fang Yu’s heart sank.
He hadn’t sensed anyone at all behind him!
Not even the slightest noise!
Where did this sword co from?
Swoosh——
-35!
[Life: 2049/2206.]
The edge of the sword withdrew from his back, spurting a spray of blood.
A sword, not quite a Longsword nor a Dagger Blade in length, retreated back into soone’s hand like a specter, making no sound as it moved.
Holding the sword in his hand, this person looked sideways at Fang Yu, and even through the masked black cloth, one could feel the mockery at the corner of his mouth.
[Lin Xuerong: 167/187.]
In the brief mont Fang Yu was stunned by the injury, two swords were already stabbing at him from the front.
"Get lost!!"
Fang Yu bellowed, the blood spurting from his chest suddenly turned into Ice Crystal Fragnts, creating a montary visual disturbance.
Seizing the mont of slight astonishnt in the two people in front of him, Fang Yu took the opportunity to slash downward with both hands, drawing out the twin swords from his waist.
Twin Swords of the Egret!
With the Double Zero Sword Technique imbued in his physical form!
His hands danced, the sword technique enhanced.
As he lunged forward, the Longsword and the Dagger Blade each parried away the incoming blades, and amidst the shock in the eyes of the two attackers, both swords t their counter blades, sparking off and slicing forward with the montum.
"Evade!"
"Be careful!"
Fang Yu’s hands crossed as he drew the Twin Swords.
Following the blade’s edge, as he slashed outward, his left hand was gripping the Dagger Blade tucked at his right waist.
The Dagger Blade, being shorter, was nimble but lacked in reach.
[Lin Shurui] barely managed to twist his head aside.
Swish——
The Dagger Blade slashed open his cheek, cutting the flesh and barely grazing the bone, splattering blood.
-31!
[Lin Shurui: 101/177.]
Lin Shurui, in pain from the cut, quickly put distance between himself and Fang Yu after they crossed paths.
Looking back, he saw [Lin Weiming], who had attacked simultaneously, also distancing himself from Fang Yu.
However, halfway through his escape, he suddenly fell down, clutching his neck, slid half a ter on the ground, his body twitching slightly.
-100!
A blood-red critical hit damage, visible only to Fang Yu, erged from the man.
[Lin Weiming: 0/124.]
[System Prompt:...]
[Life: 2173/2330.]
A Longsword, long enough to sever a neck.
An upward swipe resulted in a spray of blood.
Fang Yu slowly turned around, looking at [Lin Shurui], who was holding up the body.
Raising an arm, he wiped the blood from his face.
What’s the matter, turned into an orphan and feeling unhappy?
Watching [Lin Shurui] holding the body and glaring angrily, Fang Yu just smiled.
"If you’re not convinced, co and cut ."
Few words, but his intent was fierce.
Lin Jie, watching from a distance, narrowed his eyes.
"My lord, I stabbed his heart, he won’t live long."
[Lin Xuerong], beside him, said with a squint and a smile.
His Silent Blade of a Thousand Threads was rarely evaded.
His swordsmanship was not much use in direct combat.
But when coordinated with others, this technique was invincible.
"He’s quite resilient."
Lin Jie twitched his finger, feeling an itch to join in.
"We just need to hold him, a life for a life, we are already at a loss."
[Lin Haofu], who had not yet acted, said with closed eyes.
Between his fingers were several darts, ready to strike at any mont.
"Sothing feels off."
Lin Jie suddenly spoke again.
Sothing was indeed off.
[Lin Shurui], retreating with the body, and the critically wounded Fang Yu, who was pursuing, were in stark contrast—in this cat and mouse chase, it was the ’severely injured’ Fang Yu who moved even faster!
He seed unhard, lively and active.
Lin Jie and the others exchanged glances.
"Could it be... he has an unusual body, with his heart on the right side?"
The wielder of the Soundless Sword suggested a rather speculative possibility.
But improbably, it was a possible explanation.
Otherwise, there was no way to justify soone could suffer a critical hit to the heart and lungs and still chase down others as if nothing happened.
"This person might have a secret."
Lin Jie couldn’t sit still any longer.
"Go!"
With a single word, everyone sprang into action.
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh——
The first to act was the dart-thrower.
His darts were known amongst his peers for never missing their mark.
In fact, he still maintained this legend.
Because he never threw darts at targets he wasn’t sure he could hit.
When he wasn’t certain, he would rather lose a fight than make a throw that missed.
So, when he threw his darts, it was the mont he was sure they would hit!
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh, swoosh——
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