718: Chapter 718 [I’m Just Here to Buy Wine] 718: Chapter 718 [I’m Just Here to Buy Wine] He held a chip in his hand that was neither too big nor too small, which Heavenly Eye had given to him.
Indeed, black technology was sowhat frightening.
As long as he carried this item with him, he could act with impunity, as the caras failed to work.
He weaved his way to the depths of the villa, where a tightly closed door stood before him.
“A team of guards patrols every two minutes, enough ti,” Ye Chenfeng observed from the shadows, a satisfied smile appearing on his lips after a while.
Seizing the mont right after the patrol team had passed, Ye Chenfeng sprang into action, moving as swiftly as lightning, effortlessly entering the office.
The office was set up like a laboratory, with nurous instrunts inside, and a large screen on the wall.
After observing for a mont, Ye Chenfeng chose a computer and copied the data onto his USB drive, then shut down the computer.
As if nothing had happened, Ye Chenfeng swaggered out of the villa, undetected from beginning to end.
“Kid, your doomsday is next.”
Ye Chenfeng didn’t leave right away, but instead headed to the back of Dongyang Villa, to the sa forest he had visited before.
In the secluded depths of the forest, a cabin stood out conspicuously.
“Is anyone there?”
“Knock knock knock!”
Ye Chenfeng approached the cabin door and actually started knocking on the wooden door.
After a long ti, there was no response from inside.
“Ah co on, no need to hide, we’re old friends who’ve t several tis.
I’m just wondering if you still have the King of Sake to sell?
Give so more?
Your price is relatively cheap,” Ye Chenfeng said with a smile.
“It’s actually you!”
As soon as Ye Chenfeng’s words fell, a person appeared before him, it was Heimu, who truly looked like he was about to vomit blood.
Of course, it was because of the incident where Ye Chenfeng obtained the King of Sake from the cabin in the forest for five Money last ti, which truly made him want to spit blood, and those coins ultimately t their doom, turned to dust.
“Young man, I ca to buy so booze, your little store isn’t closed yet, is it?” Ye Chenfeng took another glance into the cabin.
Heimu didn’t respond, only his eyes, sharp as swords, coldly fixed on Ye Chenfeng.
Ye Chenfeng could finally see Heimu’s appearance clearly, impressively handso, albeit seeming just a youth who had recently co of age.
Ye Chenfeng himself had not expected that Heimu, who last ti demonstrated superior swordsmanship, was just a young man.
“Hey, say sothing, will you?
Are you going to sell the sake or not?” Ye Chenfeng couldn’t help but ask.
Heimu’s gaze gradually hardened into twin needles, staring at Ye Chenfeng as he slowly spoke, “Did you kill Master Konghai?”
Ye Chenfeng was taken aback, “Konghai?
Who’s that?”
“It’s Master Konghai from Ziguang Temple!” Heimu’s aura was slowly gathering like a storm.
“Oh, you an that Japanese monk, wasn’t he here to appreciate the profound depth of Buddhist Law?
I just sent him directly to the Buddha in the Western Paradise,” Ye Chenfeng said nonchalantly.
“Western Paradise?” Heimu’s fra shook, his tone shifting, “Since you killed Master Konghai, you can go down and keep him company!”
“Hey, what kind of person are you to act this way?
I’m just a group mber here to buy booze, yet you want to kill ,” Ye Chenfeng said disgruntledly.
“Die!”
The cold word burst forth like a spring thunder from Heimu’s mouth, and the surrounding environnt seed to freeze in place.
The mont his words ceased, Heimu had already appeared a few ters away in front of Ye Chenfeng, his speed resembling Instant Teleportation.
A sensation akin to being targeted by a Poison Snake spread at the bottom of Chenfeng’s heart as Heimu’s palm already sent a blow toward his head.
“Bang!”
Chenfeng did not evade, but his right fist fiercely struck up.
When palm t fist, they emitted a sound like muffled thunder.
A sudden weight descended upon Chenfeng’s heart as he felt his punch land like smashing against hard rock; Heimu’s palm could indeed be called an Iron Palm.
Heimu, driven back, traced a blood-thirsty arc with his mouth.
Brutally turning his retreat into an offensive montum, he charged forward with the pace of an arrow.
“Shshla!”
The unsheathing sound rang out; a cold glint shone so brightly in the dark night, montarily dazzling Chenfeng.
In a duel of masters, the fight was about seizing a fleeting opportunity.
Clearly, Heimu had found his chance, the icy blade tip, as erratic as a Poison Snake’s heart, wavered before it thrust directly towards Chenfeng’s neck.
The angle was extrely tricky, leaving no chance for evasion.
At that mont, sothing called instinct manifested in Chenfeng as he sohow dodged the attack, his shoulder clothing picked and many small fragnts of cloth fluttered in the air.
Even Chenfeng couldn’t help but feel startled; back in the jungle, he had discovered the eeriness of Heimu’s Japanese Sword Dao.
Today, he truly witnessed it—the swordsmanship was not swift, yet it was inescapable, thoroughly miraculous.
Heimu’s face darkened, seemingly dissatisfied that Chenfeng had managed to avoid his sword strike.
“Swish!”
His Short Blade moved again, a frighteningly fast streak of cold light that resembled a dancing silver snake, like lightning tearing through the void, bringing an overwhelming chill as it relentlessly descended over Chenfeng, engulfing him in a shadow of death.
Heimu’s movent technique and Swordsmanship seed slow, but in truth, they had touched upon the essence of swiftness, a speed surpassing the imagination of ordinary people.
This cold killing intent instantly wrapped around Chenfeng, cold sweat cascading down, the blade’s edge closed in on Chenfeng’s throat, too fast to defend against, astonishingly breathtaking.
Chenfeng’s eyebrows knitted coldly, a cruel arc ford at the corner of his mouth, his right hand partially clenched, carrying an air as if wielding Leiting’s unstoppable force, he actually reached for the sharp edge.
“Clang…”
A spark fire danced like an electric snake, and Chenfeng’s right hand grasped the sharp edge, sending a trail of sparks flying.
“Eh?
What is this?”
Even Heimu was stunned; were Chenfeng’s hands made of an alloy?
He showed no fear of his Short Blade.
“What’s this thing?”
Heimu also got a clear look; indeed, it was sothing resembling a small cup in Chenfeng’s right hand; there was no doubt that the sparks were produced by this small cup upon contact with his Short Blade.
In just a blink, Chenfeng’s left hand launched a fierce attack that was already on Heimu’s shoulder.
Just as Heimu realized what was happening, Chenfeng’s left hand explosively transford into a hook, and with a tearing sound, it actually ripped through Heimu’s shoulder, sending a mist of blood into the air.
That’s right, Chenfeng had been grasping the Holy Grail in his hand a mont ago, daring to catch such a sharp move barehanded would have destroyed his hand entirely.
“Dang!”
Suddenly, Heimu let out a light rebuke, changing his tactic as the Short Blade began to spin rapidly like a top.
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