Strongest Soldier King Chapter 788 788: Ferocious Fighting Knife

"Black Blade Qiushui?" Shijing's face changed dramatically when he saw the blade. He stared fixedly at Luo Zheng, his cold gaze filled with furious hatred. His body trembled slightly from anger, and he gripped the knife in his hand tightly as if he would eat Luo Zheng alive, and he demanded, "Who are you?"

"Hahaha!" Tiger King burst out laughing and said, "Shijing, did you ever imagine that your ancestral knife would fall into our hands? Black Blade Qiushui? Pfft, it's now renad Dragon Tooth. Imperial Sword, Enchanted Blade Muramasa, Black Blade Qiushui, the three great ancient blades. The whereabouts of the Enchanted Blade are unknown, and the imperial sword was destroyed by . I wonder if it has been repaired?" he said, his face full of scornful mockery.

"You?" Shieving turned pale with anger, snapped at Luo Zheng, and pulled out his knife to attack him. Luo Zheng realized Dragon Tooth was his opponent's family heirloom—hadn't he killed a Ninja from his family last ti? Since it was an unresolvable deadly feud, he might as well clear them all out. Luo Zheng retracted Dragon Tooth and watched Shijing coldly as he approached. When Shijing slashed at him, Luo Zheng stalled and dodged the attack.

As Shijing attacked again, Luo Zheng prepared to strike at his midsection but suddenly noticed that Shijing's blade shifted mid-stroke to slash horizontally, targeting Luo Zheng's neck—a fatal move. Shocked, Luo Zheng hastily raised Dragon Tooth; with a clash, sparks flew, and the powerful attack numbed his arms.

Luo Zheng was horrified; he hadn't anticipated that Shijing's swordplay would be so deceptive, able to change direction mid-attack with such wrist strength and calculation. After blocking the attack, Luo Zheng countered fiercely. Instead of retreating, he surged forward and ramd into Shijing.

"Puh!" The two collided; Luo Zheng stumbled back five steps while Shijing only took three steps back. Seeing the difference in strength, Luo Zheng was cautious, keeping his eyes fixed on his opponent and steadying his breathing to suppress the roiling blood within.

"To block my blade, you're quite sothing," Shijing said coldly. "You killed my older brother. Co, let's settle our hatred today."

"Co on." Luo Zheng snorted coldly, retracted Dragon Tooth to his chest, his cold gaze locked on Shijing. He gathered his strength, his body crouched slightly like a Wild Wolf ready to deliver a lethal strike. Hearing Shijing's low growl as he charged, Luo Zheng, refusing to be weak, suddenly heard Tiger King yelling, "Attack the lower three points."

Luo Zheng quickly adjusted, halting abruptly; his Dragon Tooth stabbed and slashed left and right, buzzing through the air, fiercely targeting below Shijing's knees. Hearing the shout, Shijing knew trouble was coming. He abruptly halted and retreated several steps, just avoiding the attack and, stopping, he furiously glared at Tiger King.

Tiger King coldly sneered, his gaze fixed on the head chieftain. He said to Snow Leopard, "You go, finish off that fatso. I'm tired of dirtying my hands."

"Right away!" Snow Leopard eagerly agreed and charged forward. As the black-clad n behind the big chieftain moved, Tiger King snorted coldly, and all the black-clad n dared not make a move, wary of Tiger King. Seeing Tiger King intent on seriously harming the head chieftain, Shijing panicked—the head chieftain didn't know how to fight and was bound to die. If the head chieftain died, all his efforts would have been in vain. He roared, "It's do or die, with the enemy dead or ; kill!"

"Kill!" The other hooded n, catching Shijing's command, had a resolute killing intent flash in their eyes, and they all drew their Japanese blades.

"Kid, you step back. I'll handle them for a while," Tiger King, knowing the danger of these n, said as Snow Leopard would have just been walking to his death, and he yelled fiercely.

"?" Snow Leopard felt as if his stifled heart was about to burst. A Soldier King, being completely overlooked as if useless. Pride and honor surged within him. Ignoring all attempts to dissuade him, he roared angrily, and wielding a Japanese sword, he charged at one person, who was not about to show weakness either and launched a counter-charge.

With a clear clang, sparks flew as their swords collided. Snow Leopard didn't have ti to change his move, but his opponent changed his killing move first, slashing diagonally at Snow Leopard. Infuriated beyond asure, Snow Leopard refused to back down, shouted furiously, and swung his sword to block, causing another strike that made the bystanders' eardrums buzz.

"Clang, clang, clang!" Snow Leopard, driven by anger, made three successive chops, but the opponent easily dodged them and counterattacked with a sword strike—unexpectedly swift like lightning and at an eerie angle. Snow Leopard couldn't dodge in ti and was startled; he exploded backward, feeling the wind of the blade passing perilously close to his face, almost costing him his life.

"I've got this." A female voice charged in from the outside, savagely slashing with a sword, forcing the man in black robes, who was originally pursuing Snow Leopard, to block. He was startled to find that the attacker was a girl, causing a mont of shock as a blur flashed before his eyes. A remarkably fast blade glead briefly before him, followed imdiately by pain in his neck and a burst of blood spraying forth.

The man in black robes quickly clutched his throat, his face filled with shock as he gazed at the young girl. Only one thought dominated his mind—such a swift blade—as his body thunderously fell to the ground, his eyes still wide open in death.

Snow Leopard stared unbelievingly at the fallen man in black robes, his almost fatally formidable opponent, taken down by Tiger Girl with a single strike. Such a fast blade, such an acute angle of attack, he thought, startled as his gaze shifted to Tiger Girl, who seed unbothered as she eyed the remaining three n in black robes, looking eager to continue the fight.

"That strike was a half beat slow." Tiger King suddenly said, sounding sowhat dissatisfied.

"Huh?" Snow Leopard looked at Tiger King in surprise. That last strike was fast enough, so fast that he hadn't even seen how it was delivered. Tiger King still thought it slow. It seed that not everyone could master this sword technique—it required not just hard work, but innate talent.

"Oh, got it. Next ti!" Tiger Girl obediently responded, her sword pointing at Shijing as she shouted, "Your turn."

Luo Zheng felt that his chances of winning against Shijing were only fifty percent, and it wasn't worth wasting ti. The pressing need was to end the battle quickly. So, he stepped back and walked towards the chief. As Shijing moved to intercept, Tiger Girl charged like a ferocious little tiger, abruptly leaping high and slashing her sword at Shijing.

Shijing swung his sword to block, but to his horror, he saw Tiger Girl perform a bizarre roll in mid-air, a 360-degree spin not only dissipating the impact but also adding a backward montum. Upon landing, she pushed off the ground powerfully, her body shooting forward like a swallow skimming over a lake, her Japanese sword thrusting forward, rging with her in a blur like a swiftly advancing spear.

All this happened too suddenly. Shijing, deeply alard, retreated several steps but managed to dodge Tiger Girl's assault. Mustering his courage, he swung his sword for a counterattack. Suddenly bending his body like a drawn bow, his long sword thrust forward like a nocked arrow. His bending at the waist just avoided Shijing's lethal strike. His body sprung forward, the long sword lancing out as quick as a released arrow.