Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Happy had his qi surge into his eyes, and his field of vision swiftly became wider and clearer. He could see the sect emblem sewn on the chests of the people in the distance.
He swept his gaze over them and felt at ease.
They were not from Class One Hall!
When CantFoolAround had shot arrows at him, he thought that someone had set up an ambush for him. But based on what he saw, it should have been a coincidence that CantFoolAround happened to be there.
When he thought of this, he found that it was logical.
While rushing forward, he chose areas that had few people, and the trails he picked were all remote, so few people knew about them. Who could have foretold where he would go?
Even with the divination system in World of Martial Arts, they could only figure out his location and the direction in which he was heading ten minutes ago.
When he thought of this, Happy relaxed.
However, when he remembered that his name was listed on the Rich Rank in World of Martial Arts Secret News Log, he felt a little gloomy. He had around one million taels of silver crumbs on his person, which were practically a ticking time bomb. If he did not spend them all in time, under the will of the high-class diviners who were incredibly accurate when it came to figuring someone’s location, he would be unable to hide, and he would be continuously pursued.
When he thought about how he had already been listed in the to-kill list of several different factions, no matter how bold Happy was, he could not help but feel chills down his spine! The worst plan was, of course, deliberately getting killed once, and after half of his money was gone, he could get out of the troublesome situation.
But since he had just offended Class One Hall and his abilities would be compromised once he died, would that not mean that he would be giving a chance for Class One Hall to take revenge?
Happy did not want to bring about his own undoing!
If that were the case…
“I can only use that method from my previous life to avoid the divination system!”
Whie Happy was making his decision, the thunderous sound of horse hooves drew closer to him. A group of more than sixty riders headed toward him, who was alone on his horse, on the government-made road with a mighty and terrifying momentum.
The distance between them became smaller with each moment.
Happy could even see the color of his pursuers’ teeth when they bared them at him.
Thud! Rumble…
The cavalry unit had the momentum of a proper charge! They were so loud that they could even wake up the deaf!
Happy and his horse appeared to be so weak that they could be torn apart in just an instant.
Danger loomed over his head, but Happy did not seem to sense the murderous aura and the threat of death. He slowly turned his horse around. Even when the people were sixty-five feet away from him, he did not put away his horse. A cold sneer appeared on his lips, and a chilling glare shone in his eyes. His hands shot out like lightning.
“… Neigh!”
The two handsome horses in the forefront of the cavalry unit whinied in pain. They raised their hooves as if they had been struck by lightning. They threw themselves back while standing tall on two legs and fell on the animals behind them.
The sudden and shocking change instantly threw the people charging forward in disorder.
They had only just received their Horse Plates. When they saw that they were a group of sixty or so people chasing after only one player, they were all very confident. They charged forward while recording the event and giving off the feeling that they wanted to use their momentum to completely destroy their enemy!
However, how were they supposed to know just what sort of enemy they were facing?
A huge shadow appeared above them, but they were charging at a quick speed, and it was impossible for them to immediately take control of it. There were some of them who did not even think of tugging at their reins. They only watched wide-eyed and helpless as their mounts crashed against the animals of the people in front of them, and a tragedy happened!
In the chaos, the enemy in front of them suddenly vanished.
“Careful!”
“He’s above!”
With that one word of warning, all the people looked up.
What they saw was a sky full of dark blue saber glows. With a sharp and furious momentum that could easily sweep away all obstacles, they descended from above. It was enough instantly fill up the people’s minds and sight.
The saber glares slashed at them, and seven heads belonging to the people on horses, along with their blood, rushed into the sky!
A flash of blue robes seized the chance to enter the crowd where it was densest. The dark blue saber glare increased in brightness by leaps and bounds, and Happy attacked fearlessly. Wherever the saber glare was directed, he would mow down all resistance!
And the riders could not gain a steady footing because of the chaos.
When they noticed what was going on, they had their actions limited because of their hesitation, because they were wary of affecting their companions beside them, thereby making it difficult for them to bring out their real abilities. In a short moment, Happy had killed around a dozen of them with the momentum of a violent gust blowing at falling leaves.
“Put away your horses!”
Someone finally realized what was off about the situation and quickly shouted loudly to give to the others.
Rustle!
The horses were put away into their Horse Plates one after another.
But the change in their field of vision and the reality of their situation still did not change much.
Happy was already in battle mode. What he used were all skills from Flowering Knights’ Song that were most beneficial to him in a group battle. He gave up on defense completely and used the most vicious attacks to replace it. He was like a sharp blade whose might was shown completely. He rushed into the crowd with an indomitable spirit, looking just like he did in his previous life, when he was one with his blade.
“Ah!”
“Spread out! Spread— Urk!”
Once everyone put away their horses, they noticed an even more brutal reality. Without the horses limiting his movements, Happy’s saber glare seemed to have lost the final restraints on it. He swung his saber at full might and completely vanished before them, just like a divine soldier who had charged into the middle of a crowd!
The only thing they could see before them was a saber!
All those who tried to block it found their stomachs cut open and their heads separated from their bodies. Blood gushed into the air, and after one round, Happy slaughtered his way out with his Hundred-battle Saber. He went through the crowd by himself.
The group of sixty or so people was left with less than thirty people. After noticing it, he summoned his purplish red horse and, without any hesitation, flipped himself on it before he struck it and left.
The red and blue figures left with a cloud of dust behind them. Their movements were as smooth as water, and everything was done with natural grace and elegance.
Even though the twenty or so people in the area possessed weapons, none of them dared to summon their horses and give chase. They watched the fresh blood on the ground, which dyed it black. Then, they stared at the incomplete corpses with fear, surprise, and an endless chill!
Happy!
That name would forever be engraved in their hearts.
They would never be able to forget what they saw. He had slaughtered his way into their midst as smoothly as flowing water, killed their people while becoming one with his blade, and then left resolutely in a cloud of dust.
What was left behind was not hatred.
Instead, it was the carefree air of a wandering martial artist leaving once they had done what they wanted, be it to repay a kindness or exact revenge. It was the true air of a wandering martial artist!
All that the group of players saw on that day left behind a mark that was difficult to get rid off in their hearts. It was also bound to bring about a slight change.
That change also happened in the heart of another observer—CantFoolAround!
He was the man with the black face who was nearly mistaken as a pursuer by Happy. He was a powerful player on the Dragon Rank that was dressed in rags—the attire of those in Beggar’s Sect.
While the people from the side put away the money their companions dropped, CantFoolAround revealed half of his body from behind the tree, because he had not actually gone far. There was an exaggerated shocked look on his face while he stared at Happy, who had left in the distance. He gulped, as if he was still remembering what he saw on the government-made road.
“Amazing!”
After a long time had passed, CantFoolAround suddenly remembered the baffling words Happy had said a bit earlier. His eyes sparkled, and he flipped open the World of Martial Arts Secret News Log Happy had returned to him.
Flip, flip.
He began searching through the pages hastily.
In the end, he finally found Happy’s name on the Famous People Rank he had never paid attention to before. As he read it, a dazed look slowly appeared in his eyes, because a row of words had slowly appeared in front of him
[Killed thirty-eight people out of sixty riders at the foot of Mount Song. Left the fight unscathed. His enemies were unable to injure him in the slightest!]
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[A major part of the World of Martial Arts Secret News Log is still occupied by the official developers. The numbers are not important. Please excuse me.]
