138: Chapter 131 Excited 138: Chapter 131 Excited “Pfft, pfft, pfft…”
A mont later, at the silent scene, there ca a succession of subtle sounds.
Each sound stretched on, as if playing a strange and eerie tune.
And with those sounds, for all to see, a brilliant and dazzling fresh redness burst forth in front of the four or five dozen rcenaries behind Hong Ting…
It was a scene of blood dancing in the air.
In the blink of an eye, all of their wrists had been deeply plunged into by Su Chen’s Duanxuan Sword.
Thereafter.
“Ting, ting, ting…”
Another round of crisp sounds followed, those of many rifles falling to the ground.
The whole process took, at most, about the duration of three breaths.
By the ti Su Chen stopped, the most shocking thing was that from beginning to end, not to ntion hitting Su Chen with a rifle, the four or five dozen rcenaries hadn’t even managed to fire off a single shot.
Su Chen was too fast, faster than their reflexes to fire, and on the other hand, without a target, how could they shoot?
Imdiately after.
Su Chen stopped!
That strange and demon-like figure finally ceased moving, standing there as he gently wiped the fresh blood from the Duanxuan Sword, his face calm and his heart equally at peace.
It was only at this mont that the four or five dozen rcenaries suddenly felt an intense pain, originating from their wrists; all of their wrists had been severed, and amidst the bloodbath, the sight was ghastly.
The miserable screams of the four or five dozen rcenaries were hair-raising, especially when coupled with the puddles of fresh blood.
What was even more terrifying was that it looked like an act of art; upon closer examination, one would find that the wounds on the wrists of the four or five dozen rcenaries, whether in width, length, or position, were almost identical, as if carved out by the sa mold.
What did this imply?
It indicated that Su Chen’s swordsmanship had reached beyond the limits of human thought!!!
Out of everyone from the Nu Hai rcenary Corps, only one person was still unhard, and that was Hong Ting.
At this mont, Hong Ting stood not far from Su Chen, inexplicably feeling as if he were about to suffocate.
He seed as if having an asthma attack, his face turning red as he clutched his chest, struggling to breathe with all his might.
Yet the ultimate fear was like a thorn stuck in his throat, preventing him from breathing.
His gasping grew louder and louder, his eyes redder and red, the heaving of his chest more and more exaggerated as if on the verge of death.
Hong Ting was not a cowardly person; rather, he was very brave and in a good state of mind.
Over the years, he had faced many life and death crises abroad, seen too much human life and bloodshed, and he had never lost his composure.
He even believed he would never lose his composure, that he would always remain cool and composed.
Until this very mont!!!
In just the blink of an eye, all his n’s wrists were severed!
He hadn’t clearly seen even a glimpse of the opponent’s moves throughout the whole process!
He had encountered a ghost!
The only thought left in Hong Ting’s mind was this one thought, and it was only the appearance of a Demon God that could shatter his state of mind, explode his consciousness…
“What?” Far away, Li Zhengshou could no longer stand steady and collapsed to the ground, shuddering.
He covered his head with both hands, gripping his hair tightly, his neck shaking uncontrollably as he mustered all his strength to shake it, “Impossible, impossible, absolutely impossible…”
Despite not collapsing directly, the two vice principals behind Li Zhengshou were also pale as wax paper, unable to stop themselves from retreating, stepping back forcefully.
In that sa second, Su Chen turned his gaze to Li Zhengshou, “So you see, I really can continue to be arrogant and presumptuous!”
His voice wasn’t loud, nor was it full of pride, as though he was stating a fact.
Yet each word and tone was filled with endless horror and shock, like bombs exploding in the air, making the atmosphere searing hot and difficult to breathe.
Then, Su Chen turned to look at Hong Ting, “The reason I didn’t strike you is that I still need you to deliver a ssage to Hong Tian’e.
Tell him that I, Su Chen, killed his grandson.
Whether he seeks vengeance or not is for him to decide.
If he chooses not to, then from here on out, we won’t interfere with each other—after all, the Hong Family hasn’t provoked .
Of course, if he chooses vengeance, that’s fine too.
Then…”
At this point, Su Chen suddenly let out a cold laugh, “Then he’d better be prepared for a fight to the death.
I will wipe out the entire Hong Family!”
Having said that, Su Chen slightly narrowed his eyes and glanced at the dozen or so assassins dressed in black at a distance, his lips curling up into a smile, “Are you going to make a move?
Or will you leave?”
Those dozen or so black-clad assassins, though silent, had eyes flickering with fear and trepidation.
Subsequently, almost in unison, they took a step back, clearly indicating they had no intention to engage.
If they could have made a move, they naturally would have, but the fact was, when Su Chen had struck at the rcenaries from the Nu Hai rcenary Corps, they hadn’t been able to see Su Chen’s movents or capture his figure at all.
The gap in strength was more than vast—it was celestial!
How could they possibly make a move?
In such a situation, to choose to engage would be thorough suicide; even assassins don’t wish to die!
“I…
I…
will deliver the ssage to the family head!” the next mont, Hong Ting stamred.
He had finally sowhat recovered, at least after the initial convulsions, spasms, and suffocation, so of his fear had lessened.
After all, Su Chen had said he would let him go, and that he wouldn’t die.
Thereafter, Hong Ting didn’t dare linger a second longer and didn’t want to stay.
Along with those rcenaries who had their wrists broken, he hurried toward the helicopter, and so did the assassins!!!
Soon, all the rcenaries and assassins boarded the helicopter.
The helicopter was about to take off.
At the sa ti, Su Chen abruptly turned toward a certain spot in the air in front of him and inexplicably said, “What?
You don’t want to go?”
What?
There was still soone who hadn’t left?
As Su Chen spoke, everyone was baffled because they couldn’t see anything at all!
anwhile, the already-standing-in-the-helicopter Hong Ting once again felt breathless, his face turning ashen.
“How is that possible?
How could he have noticed…” Hong Ting muttered to himself, enveloped in utmost horror.
“Heh, since you don’t want to leave, you might as well stay,” Su Chen chuckled, and then, his body moved like an arrow drawn and released, darting forward.
In that very second, about twenty ters ahead of Su Chen, sothing shockingly appeared out of the air…
a figure erged, bizarrely, from thin air.
The figure was clearly a woman with an excellent figure, tall and statuesque, clad in special black leather.
The woman was wearing a mask—a bloodthirsty skull—utterly chilling.
In her hand was a sword, completely red, thin and only as wide as a finger.
Additionally, the sword wasn’t straight but had a wavy, curved appearance—seemingly a Snake Sword.
“You actually saw through my Art of Concealnt?!” The woman, appearing from the air, fixed her strange eyes on Su Chen, her voice clear and cold, yet not a shred of fear in it—instead, there was excitent.
“I can not only see through your Art of Concealnt, but if you leave the Hong Family from today onward and beco my person, Su Chen, then your Art of Concealnt can continue to improve!” Su Chen declared dominantly.
At this mont, nobody knew just how thrilled Su Chen was at the bottom of his heart…
truly thrilled…
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