C18 Lifethreatening Three Blades

Zhou Ke'er gazed intently at Ye Qinghui. Was this serendipity?

Once more, they faced peril, and once again, it was the same individual!

Had he followed her note to find her?

But that couldn't be right. The note wasn't written for this location. It was impossible for him to have tracked it here.

Could this be a case of minds connecting across distances?

"What a coincidence!" exclaimed Zhou Ke'er.

"We need to bury the body first," Ye Qinghui interjected.

Without delay, they buried the body. The intent was clear: to conceal the fact that this person had ever been here.

Once the body was buried, no one would be able to trace where the individual had vanished.

Even if questions arose, Ye Qinghui was ready to steadfastly deny any knowledge.

After an hour of effort, the body was successfully buried.

Following the burial, they engaged in conversation and dined on the provisions supplied by their master, passing several peaceful days.

Today, the master was checking in to see if Ye Qinghui was following instructions.

And there was a girl.

How had he managed that?

Chen Laosan had sent him here to cultivate, providing him with such a fine location. Was it fitting for him to be living so comfortably? How had he managed to charm a girl in such a place? His prowess was truly remarkable.

Chen Laosan's thoughts drifted to Xiang, who had ignored him. He pondered whether he should seek this man's advice for a strategy.

What was he thinking?

Chen Laosan shook his head, chiding himself for his wandering thoughts. He couldn't afford to be distracted by romantic notions.

Suddenly, he sensed a murderous aura.

In an instant, Chen Laosan's gaze shifted to the nine o'clock direction.

The protective enchantment seemed intact; judging by the current circumstances, the others shouldn't have been able to detect them.

Yet, there was an ambush in progress. The assailant's focus was unmistakably on them.

And now, the crossbow was drawn.

See, the crossbow was already taking aim.

The two of them would never expect an attack within the confines of the enchantment.

But in a situation where an attack was least expected, wasn't that precisely when it would occur?

The outcome of such a surprise assault was predictable, and it certainly wouldn't be favorable.

Absolutely not!

It was unthinkable for anyone to harm his treasured disciple. What would become of Xiang if her disciple were to die? Without a disciple, how could he ever win back Xiang's heart?

Whoosh!

The first strike!

The blade swept out in a flash, narrowly missing Zhou Ke'er's hair.

With a clang, the blade deflected the crossbow bolt.

Then came the second strike, sweeping towards the adversary in the blink of an eye.

The opponent's bow and arrow revealed its formidable power.

Clang!

The third strike was now right before the opponent.

The adversary twisted to the side, and with a burst of strength, his legs propelled him backward in a rapid retreat.

Thinking of running away? If he allowed the opponent to escape today, how humiliating would that be in the future?

Such an outcome was unacceptable. He had to prevent the opponent from escaping at all costs.

Without hesitation, Chen Laosan sped up and pursued his target, his hand firmly gripping the knife handle as he moved with fluid grace.

Whoosh, whoosh!

The dance of blades was a testament to a grandmaster of the Firestriders Sect. It was evident from Chen Laosan's initial movements that he was a formidable opponent.

Chen Laoda, the eldest, was notoriously fierce. Chen Laosan, the third, was known as a rascal, yet no one had witnessed his combat skills.

If two of the Chen brothers were hailed as heroes, how could the third be any less?

Clang, clang!

At that moment, the assassin's hands clutched the military spike, moving with the art of assassination. This technique of using offense as defense was quite ingenious.

In an instant, he had shielded himself, leaving no opportunity for Chen Laosan to land a hit.

Judging from the current deadlock, even if they were to continue this standoff, there would be no clear outcome.

Chen Laosan remained calm. As the aggressor, he had no reason to feel anxious.

He could keep up the defense, couldn't he?

He could maintain it indefinitely, right?

Then let him. What did it matter? These were trifles.

The opponent could continue with his futile antics. Hmm, just disregard him as a serious threat, and that would settle it.

Chen Laosan was resolute in his approach, intent on torturing this wretched soul to death, slowly but surely.

If you didn't care, neither did he. Not driving you insane was simply not an option for him.

The assassin reminded himself to stay calm.

Only with a cool head could he devise the best strategy to tackle the problem at hand.

But what actually happened?

It didn't go as planned!

This guy didn't care whether you were calm or not; he was set on beating you down regardless.

Continuing to beat you like that, he was essentially trying to drive you mad.

This was definitely not an easy situation to handle.

You might try to stay calm and come up with a plan, but your opponent wouldn't give you the chance. With his relentless assault, he was bound to kill you eventually. Wasn't this just a total disaster?

No way.

"Old man, have you lost your mind? Why are you relentlessly attacking me?"

"Who are you calling old? I'm in the prime of my life. To call me an old man, you must be sick of living. If you're so eager to die, wouldn't it be fitting for me to oblige? Die, die, die!"

Chen Laosan's deadly trio of strikes demonstrated their power at such close range.

The sheer menace and lethal force were palpable; it was clear that a hit would be no laughing matter. The consequences would be severe.

"Your master seems pretty fierce!"

"It's okay, it's okay! He might be tough on the outside, but he's quite the pushover on the inside."

"Is that really how it is?"

Zhou Ke'er asked Ye Qinghui, looking puzzled.

Ye Qinghui nodded in confirmation.

At that moment, the three deadly strikes were unleashed with conviction.

The sounds of the blades piercing flesh were incessant.

From the unfolding scene, it was evident that the strikes had precisely hit the left and right sides of the chest and the throat. No matter where your heart was or if it was well concealed, a throat wound was a guaranteed one-way ticket to the afterlife.

Such was the nature of the life-threatening three strikes: the first offered a slim chance of survival, the second ensured certain death, and the third was simply overkill.

Chen Laosan drew his knife and then smoothly returned it to its sheath.