stjorthotic Chapter 48 Killing Intent!
Chapter 48 Killing Intent!
"Brother, why are you only just getting back? My guests and I were getting impatient," Zhao Ke said, turning his head with a forced smile.
Previously, he might have been somewhat wary of Zhao An, but now he had nothing to fear.
He's just a collaborator; the real master is the one he's siding with.
"Brother, I'm a little short on cash lately. We're brothers, so I just wanted to borrow some money from you. Please don't be offended." Seeing Zhao An return, Zhao Ke wasn't in a hurry to strike.
He looked at the disheveled man beside him and said with particular respect, "This is my younger brother, the top martial arts champion in the county this year!"
"He's quite capable, making him the perfect inside man. Besides, he can now enter and leave the magistrate's residence and meet with the new magistrate."
Upon hearing this, the disheveled man stood up abruptly, his gaze already fixed on Zhao An.
"You're even better looking than me, a truly handsome young man, quite impressive." The man suddenly grinned, and the several scars on his face twisted like living centipedes as his face twitched.
The way the other person looked at him sent a chill down Zhao Ke's spine. He felt a sudden, inexplicable shiver run down his spine and couldn't help but groan. Did the third leader of Black Wind Stronghold have some kind of peculiar fetish?
"Damn Lu Yixiu!" Zhao Ke was helpless, but if he wanted to survive, he had no way out now.
"Young brother, you probably don't recognize me. My name is Yang Yi, and I'm the third among the kings of Black Wind Stronghold." The man didn't hide anything and directly revealed his true identity to Zhao An.
"Don't be nervous. I've come here today not to be your enemy, but to seek cooperation."
"When we take over the entire Lianjiang County in the future, you will have done a great service and will be given a high-ranking official position, generous salary, fertile land, and family property."
Regardless of Zhao Antong's disagreement, Yang Yi immediately launched into a series of persuasive promises.
"Black Wind Stronghold has long been wiped out, yet you still dare to dream of occupying the city?" Zhao An retorted, slowly drawing his treasured sword, Qing Shui.
"Black Wind Stronghold is gone, but the Moon People's army will arrive soon. Do you think I can take over this county town?" Yang Yi sneered.
"I'll use that magistrate's head as a sacrifice for the flag!"
"If you know what's good for you, you might live; otherwise, you're doomed!"
Zhao An understood that the leader of Black Wind Stronghold had already colluded with the Yue people, an outsider tribe.
No wonder he dared to come back to plot against the county seat and take revenge on the county magistrate.
"Why are you looking for me?" Zhao An asked.
"I need some help, and your kind older brother happened to recommend you to me," Yang Yi said.
Zhao An said no more, looking at the bright red name above Yang Yi's head, which was like a bright lamp, particularly eye-catching in the night.
He carried the knife and walked straight toward Yang Yi.
Seeing this, Yang Yi sighed softly, knowing that he would not be able to get Zhao An to compromise unless he beat him into submission tonight.
"Young man, I understand your youthful vigor, but don't think that just because you're the top martial arts student, you're invincible!"
Yang Yi stretched out his hand, and Zhao Ke tactfully handed over the official knife in his hand.
That day, when he accompanied the county magistrate up the mountain for the first time to suppress bandits, he personally witnessed how powerful the leaders of Black Wind Stronghold were.
He slaughtered the county soldiers as easily as cutting melons and vegetables, and several county soldiers with meritorious service records died at his hands.
Later, it was Yang Yi who single-handedly held them back, which slowed their return to the county town and caused a major disaster, resulting in the county magistrate being imprisoned.
He felt that there were few martial artists in the county who could rival the third leader of Black Wind Stronghold!
Even if ten of them were tied together, they wouldn't be a match for him!
With the long sword in hand, an imposing aura seemed to awaken, instantly emanating from him and surging towards Zhao An.
What was once an ordinary beggar has now transformed into a terrifying demon that has crawled out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood!
"The aura of battle..." Zhao An subconsciously held his breath.
Black Wind Stronghold was originally a fleeing, defeated army, and several of its stronghold leaders were originally generals who led troops in their respective regions.
Having experienced the baptism of the battlefield, these generals possessed a natural air of authority.
Having witnessed countless deaths and deaths, they naturally became indifferent to life, becoming true killing demons, completely incomparable to ordinary martial artists.
Suddenly, the God of Slaughter was activated!
Yang Yi lunged forward, unleashing incredible speed that instantly obliterated the distance of several meters.
The long blade flashed with a cold light, slashing diagonally towards Zhao An's head.
Zhao An's eyes were cold, his expression calm, and he showed no sign of panic. Instead of retreating, he advanced and met the blade head-on.
clang!
Sparks flew as the two blades clashed, each wielding immense force.
Yang Yi's murderous aura failed to intimidate Zhao An, and more importantly, his blade couldn't even touch him!
Yang Yi's eyes widened slightly. His eye sockets were somewhat bluish, and the whites of his eyes were bloodshot as he stared at Zhao An at close range.
This young man, though seemingly inexperienced, showed no fear of his menacing aura and was able to completely match his strength, which was truly remarkable.
"Practice hard body techniques, not bad!" Yang Yi saw through it at a glance.
But the next moment, he realized something was wrong.
The upward force intensified, eventually sending him and his knife flying.
Yang Yi flipped and stood firm in mid-air. Undoubtedly, Zhao An's strength far exceeded his expectations!
He didn't have time to think it through. A strong wind swept in, and Zhao An's knife came whistling through the air, its sound like a tiger's roar.
The flawless sword technique was executed to its fullest extent, catching Yang Yi off guard as soon as they exchanged blows.
Not only is his physical body training highly skilled and his strength immense, but unexpectedly, his swordsmanship has also reached the pinnacle, achieving the Great Perfection!
The combination of these two factors forced him to the brink of defeat after their initial exchange!
But he was, after all, one of Black Wind Stronghold's trump cards. Once he put aside his contempt, this battle was destined to be the strongest person Zhao An had ever encountered since he began practicing martial arts!
He's much stronger than Guo Fenglin, who broke into the courtyard before!
Yang Yi clearly possessed a set of equally domineering and unparalleled military sword techniques, and in terms of refinement, it surpassed even Zhao An's Fierce Tiger Sword Technique.
The methodical swordsmanship was so precise that it left no openings; the sword was like an army formation placed in front of Zhao An, surrounding him from all sides.
Zhao An's eyes were sharp, his blood and qi surged, and each strike seemed to carry the force of a thousand pounds, wide and sweeping, without too much skill or fancy tricks.
Yang Yisheng has a higher level of swordsmanship and a deeper level of internal energy cultivation, while Zhao An has the advantage of perfect swordsmanship and immense physical strength from his physical training.
They fought for more than ten rounds, with neither side able to gain the upper hand.
Zhao An didn't want to delay, so he flicked his right hand and sent his long sword flying towards Yang Yi.
Zhao An had used this throwing knife technique before with remarkable success.
Unfortunately, this time the opponent was a veteran of many battles and was not caught off guard. As if he could pinpoint the location by sound, he was still able to deflect the flying knife with his sharp blade.
The instant the flying knife was thrown, Zhao An exerted force with his feet, unleashing the Swift Step, and followed closely behind the knife, meeting it with both fists.
Now, his martial arts skills are stronger than the Fierce Tiger Saber Technique, and having a saber in hand prevents him from unleashing his full potential.
Split the ridge and crush the peak!
With a powerful, forceful punch, his fist was like a heavy hammer.
Caught off guard, Yang Yi staggered and retreated step by step from Zhao An's brutal punch.
Zhao An used the Swift Body Step, an eighth-grade movement technique perfectly suited for close-quarters combat.
Once he gets close, the opponent basically has no chance of escaping!
Zhao An moved with ghostly speed, and suddenly struck Yang Yi's arm with a finger.
Internal energy flows in and out through the fingertips, sealing the acupoints!