Miyamoto Shinji’s white gown was soaked in blood, like a snow mountain draped with a bloody carpet.
Yet he still looked stern as if he didn’t feel the blood gushing out from his wounds.
Henry grunted. His foe was injured, which meant that this man was weakened both physically and mentally. It was impossible for him to give Miyamoto Shinji any chance to rest. It was the perfect time for this murderous man to kill his foe.
One is easy to kill when he becomes weak!
So Henry chose to attack instead of waiting. They were both sword masters. His last strike worked because Miyamoto Shinji was distracted. Now he decided to spare no effort. The long sword was drawn out of its sheath. Numerous sword lights surrounded his foe like a web. It all happened in an instant because Henry was incredibly fast.
Still seemingly calm, Miyamoto Shinji stepped back, which brought him more crazy attacks from Henry. As the saying goes, one will lose if he only defends. Henry believed that according to Miyamoto Shinji’s current situation, he could kill Miyamoto Shinji within a hundred movements without paying any price. He could even wait until Miyamoto Shinji used the last bit of his strength.
Under Henry’s fierce attacks, Miyamoto Shinji seemed like a small boat on the surging water that might sink at any time.
There was a hint of brutality in Henry’s eyes. He guffawed, “Why don’t you fight back. Aren’t you a swordsman? Why don’t draw your sword? Are you afraid? Show me what that blade of yours looks like.”
Miyamoto Shinji’s gown was billowing in the wind as he was parrying, but his sword was still in its sheath. He looked stern, yet sweat started dripping from his forehead.
As a big drop of sweat was about to slide onto the corner of his eyes, Henry noticed it and deemed it a perfect chance for him. But Miyamoto Shinji drew his sword out of its sheath incredibly fast. A short moment later, its pointy end was pressed against Henry’s throat. It seemed that no one in this world was faster than Miyamoto Shinji.
“My sword is for killing, not for aesthetic purposes.”
Then the sword pierced Henry’s throat. Henry opened his mouth and eyes wide and tried to make a sound, but he failed. The vast disbelief in his eyes seemingly was asking how he could possibly lose.
No one had expected him to be defeated either. They all knew that Miyamoto Shinji and Henry were both at the middle stage of Elixir-strength. Miyamoto Shinji seemed to be doomed to die when he was seriously injured by Henry. However, all it took was one strike to end Henry’s life. He didn’t even clearly see what his foe’s blade looked like because after it penetrated his throat, Miyamoto Shinji drew it back.
Henry slumped to the ground. Panting and sweating heavily, Miyamoto Shinji could barely stand, his legs trembling. But he still sounded calm as he fixed his eyes on his foe’s body. “You still can’t understand why I am able to kill you. You’re right, you are a more experienced killer. You will kill by any means. But you are not a true swordsman. The sword is just an object for killing in your hands. For you, your purpose is to kill, no matter if using a sword, a saber, or a pistol.
“Since you don’t love your own sword, how are you supposed to master the supreme sword martial arts? How can the sword answer to you tacitly?
“I defeated you not because I’m stronger than you. It’s because I’m a sword master and you are a killer. That is all.”
Miyamoto Shinji slumped to the ground after he said this. He had said so much, but Henry heard none of it because he was already dead.
Just as Miyamoto Shinji had expected, until the last moment, Henry could not understand how Miyamoto Shinji, an injured man who was at the same level as him, could kill him.
Maybe it was because he had killed so many people that he forgot he was a swordsman. He knew better ways of killing, but his level of sword arts could never be equal to Miyamoto Shinji’s.
Because Miyamoto Shinji was the most dedicated swordsman.
Panting, Miyamoto Shinji was lying on the ground. The wound on his chest was extremely serious and his last strike consumed all his mental and physical strength. He could barely stand on his feet.
In the meantime, Lil Bei and Tulay were still fighting fiercely.
Lil Bei was not stronger than Tulay, so his situation was supposed to be worse than Miyamoto Shinji’s, because the two were about the same level. But Henry was not stronger than them while Tulay was much more powerful than them.
The gap between the middle stage and the pinnacle of Elixir-strength seemed to be only one step, but actually, the difference was immense.
But even under these conditions, Lil Bei did not seem to be on the losing side thanks to his burning rage.
Their fists hit each other’s bodies like rain hitting on the ground. It was impossible for normal people to spot traces of their movements. They could deliver 10 strikes in almost an instant. Every time Lil Bei took a blow from his foe, he felt like his body was about to fall apart because the strength that was behind Tulay’s fist was extremely massive.
But Tulay was also surprised when he was hit by Lil Bei. He had not expected that this man, who was inferior to him, could exert such formidable power. He was also shocked by the number of masters in the mansion.
Finally, the two stopped and kept a distance of 10 meters from each other. Lil Bei was panting and Tulay’s breath was also disordered. He stared at Lil Bei with wary eyes.
“You are a powerful young man.” Tulay said placidly, “You deserve my respect.”
Lil Bei did not answer.
“Your name won’t be forgotten after you’re dead, Lil Bei.”
Still, Lil Bei did not utter a word, but his usual huge smile appeared on his face.
Looking at Lil Bei, Tulay asked, “Why are you smiling? You think that you’ll survive? Or do you think that you can defeat me?”
Lil Bei stared at his enemy and said, “One should always smile as long as he is alive. That’s what captain often told me.”
“Who’s your captain?”
“Brother Bing, the one who was sent into the air by White Hair.”
“It’s him?” Tulay frowned. “He didn’t seem stronger than you.”
“You can’t judge a book by its cover,” Lil Bei said. “It’s just like you and me. You’re more powerful than me, so you think you can kill me. But the truth is that it’s still uncertain who shall be killed by whom.”
Tulay slight bent down like a predator that was about to hunt down its prey. His eyes seemed scary. “You’re an interesting man. I won’t let you suffer much. I’ll give you a quick and clean death out of my respect for you.”
Lil Bei bent over as well. “Come.”
All of a sudden, Lil Bei felt his heart tighten in his throat because Tulay lunged at him like a panther. Lil Bei was shocked by his quickness.
Lil Bei darted forward and delivered an attack with one side of his palms.
Tulay was coming at Lil Bei and parried Lil Bei’s attack, but just barely. His fist hit Lil Bei’s nose, from which blood began gushing out as Lil Bei was sent hurtling backward.
But Tulay did not intend to give Lil Bei any chance to rest. In midair, Lil Bei felt his foe’s fists hitting him a million times, and there was no sign that he would land on the ground soon.
His ribs were broken, his jaw wounded, and his face punched. When he fell to the ground, there was not even a single area of his body that was unharmed. Many of his bones were broken, including his right leg. He looked miserable as blood covered him.
Tulay stood in front of Lil Bei. Their difference in strength and experience of fighting made Lil Bei barely able to hit him back. Tulay had been living in Africa, which was the most chaotic place on earth. He had killed numerous people there, including common people, sellswords, assassins, officials, and thieves. He even once slaughtered an entire tribe.
His hands were stained with the blood of numerous people who were killed by him.
Tulay was different from Henry. Henry was inferior to Tulay in terms of experiences and mentality. But their foes were at the same level, which meant that they would have different endings.
Tulay stretched out his wrist and looked at Lil Bei condescendingly. “I’m always true to my word. Since I have promised you that I won’t make you linger in pain if you cooperate. Now, let me give you a quick and clean death so that you won’t suffer.”
Then Tulay lunged at Lil Bei, his hands aiming for Lil Bei’s throat. But Lil Bei bounced into the air like a spring, intending to hit his foe’s heart with his fist.
There was a faint hint of light flashing in Tulay’s eyes. He stepped back instantly. He did not kill Lil Bei, nor did Lil Bei hit his target.
