The cloaked figure was noticeably faster than the Snow Bear warriors, soon catching up with them. The three stood in a triangular formation, surrounding the five Snow Bear warriors. They then discarded their sniper rifles. The only exposed part of their faces, their eyes, flashed with cold and ruthless light, much like starving wolves glaring at their prey, slowly drawing a Japanese sword from beneath their cloaks.
"Japanese pirates?" Luo Zheng was shocked, nearly shouting out loud. Then, he suddenly rembered what the madman had said. The Tiger King had attacked the Japan Imperial Palace, ended up being surrounded, fought valiantly but got wounded and captured. And the recent trip to the training camp had Japanese elents; that Number Two person was the Japanese Shijing. In other words, this terrorist organization was linked to the Japanese, and it made sense that they would imprison the Tiger King here and send soone to learn from the Tiger King's sword skills.
Not too far away and hiding behind a sand dune, Luo Zheng and his companions could clearly see with their naked eyes. A Snow Bear warrior stepped forward, gestured towards one of the cloaked figures, and assud an attack stance. The others, ard with guns, didn't fire. Luo Zheng guessed that they had run out of bullets, a realization that delighted him. He gave a few taps on his earpiece to signal the group to get ready for a surprise attack.
At that mont, the cloaked figure drew the Japanese sword, the blade reflecting the sunlight and emitting a terrifying aura of death. The sword was held upright, tucked under an arm, while he fixed his indifferent gaze on the Snow Bear warrior in front of him. He extended a hand, palm up, and with a flick of his index and middle fingers, made an extrely disdainful gesture, signaling the other to co at him first.
When the palm faces down and the fingers motion downward, it's a sign of rudeness, though not necessarily malicious. But palms up is the opposite; it's a sign of contempt and mockery. The Snow Bear warrior grew furious, drawing his military saber and letting out a roar, he charged forward. His large and sturdy body resembled that of a bull, and his huge fists thundered towards his target, whistling through the air.
"Such powerful attacking force," thought Luo Zheng as he watched the punch. He imagined that if it were him, he would probably only dodge and counterstrike against such a heavy and forceful punch; otherwise, he would be taken down by the following combination of moves. Indeed, the Snow Bear warriors are formidable: that seemingly simple punch was terrifyingly powerful.
However, to Luo Zheng's surprise, the cloaked figure didn't budge, standing still. His hand with the sword suddenly slashed diagonally, swift and vicious, like a bolt of lightning.
"What a fast sword," Luo Zheng exclaid, eyes wide open as he continued to watch.
Just then, the Snow Bear warrior suddenly changed tactics, ducking to avoid the fierce slash. It was apparent he had anticipated this move. After dodging the blade, he sprung up like a raging bull, aiming to use his large and sturdy size to his advantage by engaging the enemy in close combat.
"A very clever tactic," praised Luo Zheng silently. The Snow Bear warrior was big and strong, while the cloaked figure was short and slender; the tactic was perfect, except Luo Zheng was startled to see the cloaked figure didn't retreat but advanced instead. The downward slash turned into an upward strike with the hilt aiming for the adversary's head—a strange tactic. Luo Zheng, putting himself in the situation, thought that using the hilt to strike wasn't as effective as pulling down and using the blade to target the neck, which would be more lethal and cover more area.
Ever since Luo Zheng had practiced the Invisible Blade Skill, his understanding of swordplay had significantly improved. Watching this scene, he was filled with curiosity but was astonished to find that the hilt strike actually succeeded. It not only neutralized the Snow Bear warrior's charging attack but also forced him to stagger back. Then, the cloaked figure continued with a thrust, unstoppable, the sword tip easily slicing into the opponent's body, the blade buried deep.
After gaining the upper hand, the black-robed figure flew up with a kick, sending the opponent flying, and smoothly drew out his sword. With the tip pointing downward, fresh blood dripped down the blade, clean and efficient. Yet Luo Zheng always felt there was sothing odd about the swordsmanship. After stabbing the enemy, the best course of action would be to stir the knife handle and withdraw it along its incoming track, not to kick the opponent away. If faced with a master, even if hit, they could counterattack, inflicting injury on the leg the black-robed person kicked out.
With doubts in mind, Luo Zheng continued watching the battle and noticed another Snow Bear pull out a military saber and pick up a fallen comrade's saber from the ground. Holding one forward and one reversed, he took a stance, eyes coldly fixed on the opponent as if facing a formidable enemy. This black-robed person, after achieving success, slowly advanced, not taking the opponent seriously at all.
"Ha!" The Snow Bear warrior roared furiously and charged forward, like a high-speed tank, his firm and powerful footsteps causing dust to fly and the ground to shake with unstoppable montum, aiming straight for the other. As he neared, the Snow Bear warrior suddenly fell backward, landing on his knees and continuing forward with the montum of inertia.
Almost simultaneously, Luo Zheng noticed the black-robed figure make a horizontal slash, a sweeping move intended to clear the field, which the Snow Bear evaded by falling backward. However, the Snow Bear was already at the black-robed figure's feet, flipped over, with a flash of determination in his eyes, and thrusted the military sabers towards the black-robed figure's lower three paths, as swift as lightning.
The black-robed figure explosively retreated, his Japanese sword swiftly slashing upward in counter. But the Snow Bear warrior, committed to a fatal resolve, pushed hard with his feet, advancing instead of retreating, his body like a cannonball shot out, fiercely colliding with the opponent. His military sabers were like talons aid straight for the black-robed figure's thigh.
"Puchi!" The black-robed figure's swift Japanese sword quickly cut upwards, piercing deeply into the Snow Bear warrior's neck, the blade lodging halfway in. Almost at the sa mont, the Snow Bear warrior's two sabers plunged into the black-robed person's thigh and abdon, twisting his muscles instinctively just before death to enlarge the wounds.
The black-robed figure fell to the ground, his ferocious eyes revealing confusion and unwillingness. A large amount of fresh blood spurted from his wounds, staining the ground red, as life rapidly drained away. The other two black-robed individuals rely looked on coldly and did not move forward to help. The Snow Bear warriors, seeing yet another comrade slain, roared with bloodshot eyes, scattering to engage the other two black-robed figures in combat.
Watching the self-destructive fighting style, Luo Zheng's doubts intensified. The earlier black-robed figure, when facing a lower three-path attack, didn't need to explosively retreat at all. With his swordsmanship, he could have targeted the opponent's midsection, slashing upward from below to kill directly or at least force a retreat. There was no need to attack the side of the neck—that would be like giving up the essentials for the trivial. Although such a thod was also formidable, it would lose the initiative in front of a master.
Suddenly, Luo Zheng rembered Tiger Girl's words, how Tiger King had been forced to teach these people swordsmanship but had done so haphazardly. Now it seed true. Associating this with the attack thods of the Invisible Blade Skill, Luo Zheng suddenly realized that while the opponent's swordsmanship was formidable, successfully taking down two Snow Bear warriors and deserving of pride, the Invisible Blade Skill could exactly counter it. He couldn't help but be greatly surprised and ca to a sudden understanding—it must have been intentional by Tiger King.
"What a move by Tiger King, to be able to sche against these bastards even after losing his freedom," Luo Zheng thought, feeling elated. Watching the ongoing battle through the lens of the Invisible Blade Skill's attack thods, he soon discovered that though the opponent's swordsmanship seed sharp and aggressive, it was almost defenseless against the Invisible Blade Skill.
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