Chapter 461

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Chapter 461: Stripping Skin

Meeting on a Narrow Path, Facing Each Other in Battle.

Ximen Liu had seen many martial arts heroes, and he neither cared nor looked down upon them. He said he wouldn’t sell his life to anyone and would follow his own path. However, in reality, without money and power, it was difficult to make any progress.

Whether it was humans or demons, in this life, one needed to be able to see their destiny clearly while also not being controlled by it. This was the only way to climb up. Ximen Liu could not see his own destiny in this life, but he chose not to be controlled by it and fought hard. That’s why he enjoyed the battlefield and killing enemies. On the battlefield, there was no limit. He kept killing, devouring others, making himself stronger, his sword sharper, and his blood colder.

He didn’t immediately put himself in danger. When he heard the opponent’s arrogant words, he sneered with his mouth, but instinctively remained vigilant. With a wave of his hand, three riders behind him charged down the slope, using their bodies to test if there were any hidden deadly traps.

As the warhorses galloped, even the quiet bamboo forest was filled with a hot wave of yellow sand. The warhorses were strong and had demonic blood flowing through their veins. Their muscles were tense, their fur undulating as they ran, trampling with a unique rhythm. The horseshoes pounded on the semi-frozen ground, causing bamboo leaves to dent or shatter. Two cavalrymen brandished their swords. Lord Qiongqi wielded a broader and heavier war sword than the goose feather saber, matching the physique of a superior being of the demon race.

Bai Wei had seen cavalry charges before, but clearly, this guard cavalry was much braver than the previous light cavalry. If the two sides clashed, the light cavalry would be cut down after just one round.

The tall horse and the slashing sword approached, but the young man stood firm, seemingly unaware. Only when the blade was close to his body did he raise his hand, index finger and thumb together, catching one of the swords. With a slight move, he steered the trajectory of the sword, diverting it from a path that could have severed a person’s waist. The two swords met, producing a sharp sound of friction, and both lost accuracy at the same time.

The young man walked among the warhorses, forming a cross-shaped structure. He stood between the two bottom arms. With a slight exertion from his hands, he overturned the two horses and their riders. The combined weight of two riders and their armor was over five thousand pounds, yet they were easily flipped over by his hand. The two riders fell to the ground, but the third rider didn’t slow down. This distance was not suitable for swinging a sword, so he planned to crash straight through.

It did hit, but it didn’t kill the other person, instead it killed his horse. The horse was very close to the other person, like hitting a solid wall. Its head broke open, blood splattering everywhere. All the force pushed back, like a silly rabbit impaled on a stake. The rider was also thrown off by the force. Before he hit the ground, someone grabbed his foot, and then the ground came rushing towards him. When his body landed, one-third of it was crushed like a smashed watermelon under the armor.

Bai Wei walked leisurely forward, holding a clean bamboo leaf. His sword remained at his waist, never coming out. He strolled towards his destination.

Some cavalry continued to charge, but halfway through, they were kicked in mid-air by Bai Wei. The horse and rider fell, like a row of falling dominos.

The cavalryman rolled and stood back up, fearlessly swinging his sword to kill. And then his head fell cleanly to the ground, dead.

Anyone who dared to look up was dead.

Some cavalrymen tried to lie on the ground and secretly attack the young man’s knee with a sword, but their own sword, swung back even faster, slashed into their own neck.

Ximen Liu’s sixty-plus cavalrymen had more than a quarter of them dead or injured in less than forty seconds.

The brave captain smiled and gestured for the cavalrymen to step back and deal with others. When experts face off, having extra people around is just a hindrance.

Ximen Liu’s strength was at the level of a great demon, and his comprehensive level certification, reaching forty-three, proved that he was not a rookie who could be easily defeated.

He rode the horse fast while thinking about how exciting and fulfilling today would be. Unexpectedly, white hair with red patterns grew on his originally human-like face. His bones protruded, and he had a fierce tiger-like head. Roaring in the mountains, he pumped out his demonic power from his heart, causing his sword to emit a red demonic aura. With a swift swing, even the bamboo trees ten meters away fell down in heaps.

He used the horse’s power to swing his sword, but it was actually a trick. When he was less than three meters away, Ximen Liu stepped on the horse’s back and jumped up, then plunged down with his sword. The sword’s power tore through thirty yards, straight ahead, and lifted up a large amount of bamboo leaves and white frost along the downhill bamboo forest path.

His sword technique was simple, but it worked well.

Even though he was a demonic creature, he wielded the sword skillfully and appeared to be a genuine warrior.

Bai Wei held a piece of bamboo leaf and calmly engaged in a fight with his opponent. This was not an act of arrogance or seeking trouble, but a way for him to practice his swordsmanship using his opponent as a training partner.

Despite having an excellent quality sword, he couldn’t cut through the green bamboo leaf in his hand.

Ximen Liu laughed in anger and said, "Let’s see how long you can hold on!"

He changed the position of the sword in his hand, stabbing towards Bai Wei’s abdomen, and then quickly lifting it upwards, using his elbow to block the side of the sword. The blade aimed for Bai Wei’s neck.

The bamboo leaf was too short, and the sword was too long. How fast would his hand need to be in order to use the bamboo leaf as a sword?

Bai Wei stood on his tiptoes and gracefully stepped back, releasing his index and middle fingers. Instead of falling, the bamboo leaf floated and spun in his palm like a swiftly turning blade, then suddenly flew towards Ximen Liu’s face.

The brave soldier raised his sword to block, feeling a strong vibration in his hands. He thought it wasn’t just a bamboo leaf, but a buzzing chainsaw. He looked at where it landed and saw tiny teeth marks on his sword.

He squinted his eyes and became even more convinced that this wasn’t some mystical magic. He sneered, "You’re a warrior!"

The fierce tiger mocked, "A person from the Ming Country actually serving Bai Ze?!"

About to laugh, he suddenly saw a shoe rapidly growing in front of him, holding a sword to block. This kick sent him flying back several steps, stumbling and feeling a sharp pain in his legs.

Without giving him a chance to rest, the deadly bamboo leaf blade floated towards him again, always hovering within a foot of his body. Controlled by his palm, these small bamboo leaves managed to chip away at his sword.

The brave soldier struggled to catch his breath and forcefully unleashed his magic, feeling quite frustrated. He released a powerful spell, summoning the illusion of a white tiger from the bamboo forest.

This magical spell was incredibly powerful, and once used, the nearby Longyao City would definitely hear it.

So Bai Wei didn’t give him the opportunity to use the white tiger magic. With a flick of his finger, the spinning bamboo leaf dodged the incoming sword, rolling around Ximen Liu’s shoulder. The armor on his left shoulder was removed, blood dripping, revealing a gruesome gash on the white tiger skin.

The evil tiger’s magic was interrupted, and the backlash of his power was worse than his visible wounds.

When he saw the person with the bronze mask, he quickly grabbed a piece of bamboo leaf.

Ximen Liu was furious, "Unsheath your sword!"

He could not allow his opponent to not unsheathe his sword and try to kill him. How shameful and humiliating! How dare you not unsheathe your sword!

To fight against the evil tiger, he activated his magic pill, sacrificing his own essence to unleash even more power. He knew that if it came to a sword fight, he would likely lose. He had to use the forbidden magic to turn the tables. The opponent might not give him the chance, so he had to find a way to distract his attention.

After thinking for a moment, he stepped back.

He regarded the words just spoken as if they were nothing.

Who would be willing to die bravely alone here? He had ambition, strength, and potential. He would eventually reach the pinnacle of power in the Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom. When Lord Qiongqi became the Demon Emperor, he would have a chance to claim a territory. How could he die here?

He thought, let the cavalry charge and buy him some time. Just as he was thinking this, he heard the young man, who had been silent for a while, speak again.

"Even though I wear a sword, it doesn’t come out. Do you think I’m crazy like you?"

Saying that, he threw the sword in his hand directly into the sky instead of holding it in his hand, without the skills of a fairy sword.

The sword flew over Ximen Liu’s head and turned into a colorful tiger when it hit the ground, blocking his way.

The large size golden-orange tabby lazily stretched in the bamboo forest, with its mouth wide open, ready to devour a horse head in one bite.

Ximen Liu turned to the side, with a youth on his left and a tiger on his right. But the Crouching Tiger showed no emotion towards it and instead went to kill the remaining thirty-plus cavalry.

Bai Wei calmly said, "You chose a dead-end for yourself."

Ximen Liu gritted his teeth, the constant friction sounding like a blunt sword being sharpened on a stone.

He knew that begging for mercy was useless, so instead of kneeling and begging, he decided to fight and find a way out with his life.

The young man took a step forward, starting off slowly, but each step was faster than the previous one. His speed kept increasing, gradually fading his figure even under the moonlight.

The fierce tiger, Ximen, had already taken hold of the magical pill in his teeth. He was hesitating whether to explode the pill and risk his life. Once the pill is shattered, whether he can survive is uncertain.

His face showed hesitation, and then turned fierce. One hand held a battle sword, while the other pierced his own face, leaving a few bloodstains.

Without roaring, he forcefully clenched his jaws, chewing something into pieces.

The blood-red demonic energy broke through the bamboo forest like a blazing flame, instantly turning the moonlight blood-red as well.

The furious blood-red demonic energy condensed into a force. Ximen Liu used all four limbs, biting onto his battle sword, and charged towards the person from the Ming Country who was still holding only a piece of bamboo leaf.

The dying breath of the desperate demonic creature erupted into the sky.

Unbeatable.

In the rush of life and death, Ximen Liu, with his eyes dyed with blood-red, suddenly glimpsed a hint of gold on the tip of the bamboo leaf.

Because it was too eye-catching, amidst all the blood-red hues, that touch of gold was so dazzling, like fireworks, and disappeared in an instant.

It came swiftly, and the bamboo leaves turned into a magical sword, slicing through the damaged battle sword. It fell upon its forehead, then slid down its nose, chin, and chest.

The fierce tiger froze, a hand pressed against its face, fingertips piercing the flesh. The pale membrane stretched and deformed, tearing apart.

He had said he would skin it alive, and he did just that.

Ximen Liu felt immense pain in an instant, but it couldn’t last. It died before the flesh separated.

In the end, the other person didn’t even draw a sword. They only used two bamboo leaves to gut it.

So it died with its eyes wide open.

The young man flicked his sleeve, and the black fabric turned blood red. With a simple tug, a white and red tiger skin fell onto the bamboo forest floor.

He looked back at the lifeless tiger and murmured, "Not as honorable as Bai Ze."

He tossed the tiger skin aside and picked up another piece of fur that had seen better days, folding it neatly in his hands.

She walked through a bamboo forest filled with dead bodies and the smell of blood, and placed it in her arms.

Chao Lu, covered in blood and with numerous wounds on her hands, carefully held the keepsake of her loved one. She buried her face in the soft fabric, her shoulders trembling, unable to hear the sound of her own cries.

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