True Solution of the Sword Dao-Chapter 70 - 66 Intense Battle 2
Chapter 70: Chapter 66 Intense Battle 2
Chapter 70 -66 Intense Battle 2
Endless aim of pistols and the clicking sound of safeties disengaging filled the air.
“Bang!” Lin Fei was the first to fire.
The bullet hit the Range Rover, sparking little fires. The blond man slightly raised his hand, and a dark-red, semi-transparent barrier suddenly appeared around him. All the bullets shot towards him were deflected.
“What a warm welcome,” the man said as he straightened his suit.
Lin Fei’s body curved into an arc as he charged towards a Range Rover. Two Caucasian men had just stepped out of the vehicle, staring in astonishment at Lin Fei charging towards them.
One of them, sneering, drew a silver pistol and fired at Lin Fei.
The bullet grazed the side of Lin Fei’s face by a hair’s breadth. As the distance closed rapidly, guns would soon be useless in close combat. The two men knew this but didn’t panic; instead, they skillfully drew short knives strapped to their legs.
Old Master Zhao’s eyes glowed red, and swarms of tiny blood-colored insects, dense and numerous, surged towards the blond man. These insects seemed intangible, their bodies semi-transparent.
“Knowing you can’t defeat me, you still want to try for a second time?” the blond youth said with a slight snap of his fingers.
In an instant, a ball of fire exploded in front of him. Dozens of the tiny blood-colored insects were blown to pieces.
Old Master Zhao gently turned his cane, and the dragon head at the top spun off, revealing a sleek black pistol. Dozens of insects swiftly converged into the muzzle of the gun.
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As if countless red light spots were gathering together.
“Although I’m unsure what you have prepared, I’ll trust you this time,” Old Master Zhao said, his eyes on Lin Fei who was charging at the opponent.
The muzzle glowed with a thick red light, pointing at the blond youth. A giant insect totem faintly appeared behind the old man, emitting a dim blood-colored light.
All the gang members exchanging gunfire consciously moved to the outer perimeter.
“Be careful and get out of here. Old Master’s power is getting stronger,” a middle-aged policeman said, pulling Lu Qianqian, who was still stunned in place, backward.
“Is… is this a movie?” Lu Qianqian asked dumbly. The large dog at her feet was curled up fearfully, not daring to move.
The expression on the blond youth’s face turned stern.
“I didn’t expect you would have reached the Peak stage. It seems even old dying garbage shouldn’t be underestimated,” a dark-red flame totem appeared behind him, forming a circular shape and slowly rotating.
Lin Fei’s expression was calm, the exceedingly sharp tip of the Longsword Ring advancing parallel to his face, its dazzling reflection swiftly moving past the opponent’s eyes.
All around, everything blurred except for the sneering faces of the two Caucasian men in front.
Grasping the Longsword, feeling the familiar sensation of Yan Shi’s imprint, the moment he swung the sword felt as smooth and natural as lifting his hand.
Lin Fei clearly saw the sharp tip of the sword gently puncture the man’s soft throat at the moment his vision was dazzled by the reflection. Crimson blood gushed out like a fountain.
“NO!! Keru!” the other man roared in anger, his short knife slashing swiftly at Lin Fei’s head.
Lin Fei had just punctured one man’s throat and couldn’t retract his sword in time. His left hand swiftly reached to his waist and threw something black. Accompanied by a whistling sound, it struck hard against the blade of the knife.
The big man decisively let go of the knife, rolled on the ground, and ducked behind the Range Rover. He quickly drew the pistol he had just stowed away.
Lin Fei didn’t pursue. He drew his sword back, a blue totem flashed behind him, and another streak of silver cut through the air.
“Tsch!” The entire Range Rover was diagonally cleaved into two halves.
The man hiding behind it looked utterly disbelieving as his head flew off his neck, blood spraying everywhere.
“There, the two strongest henchmen are taken care of,” Lin Fei turned around, looking towards the blond youth still entangled by Old Master Zhao.
By then, the opponent’s face was gloomy.
“I didn’t expect another D-tier here.”
“Tsch!” A beam of blood-colored light instantly struck his dark-red totem, sparking bursts of blood-colored light points.
Old Master Zhao’s face was pale, his lips bloodless. The red insects concentrating in his gun had dwindled to just a few. It was evident that this move used his own Potential Energy for a consumptive attack.
Potential Energy itself stems from the concentration of spirit and energy. Such a method of attack obviously drained a lot of spirit and energy. For someone of Old Master Zhao’s age, it was commendable that he could sustain it for so long.
The blond youth seemed not to care much about the death of his men, casually glancing at Old Master Zhao. Another blood-colored light beam roared towards him, and the youth slightly raised his hands, a series of explosions erupted in the path of the advancing beam.
Countless flames in the air formed a trail of fiery red marks. The last beam hit his protective barrier with only a trace of its former power left, entirely ineffective.
Nonetheless, the continuous explosions directly interrupted everyone else who was exchanging fire, the Shueisha side leaving several bodies behind as they frantically found cover. However, Lin Fei took the opportunity to kill all of the youth’s men.
Finally, the agreed time arrived, Old Master Zhao’s Potential Energy completely exhausted. He weakly lowered his gun, his body drenched in cold sweat, and twenty-three seconds had passed.
The blond youth stretched out his finger towards Old Master Zhao, a wisp of dark red Potential Energy swiftly coiling around his index finger. All he needed was a snap of his fingers, and one explosion would end it all.
