activa-t Chapter 38 Fighting in the Rain, Dao Fruit in Hand
Chapter 38 Fighting in the Rain, Dao Fruit in Hand
The three figures surrounding Song Shen in a triangular formation paused, all taken aback.
"What did you say?"
"Come and kill me."
"?"
"Poor thing, he's gone insane at such a young age."
"Hmph! I think he's just scared out of his wits!"
"That's true. Who in this world isn't afraid of death?"
"Hehe, I actually feel a little sorry for him. They all say you're a genius, but what we brothers enjoy most is torturing young geniuses like you."
……
The three talkative killers were still not done talking.
The main problem was that during this hunt, they didn't see the prey's terrified expression, its desperate attempt to escape, or its helpless and defeated struggle.
some,
There's only one kind of welcome?
"Yes, I welcome you to come and kill me."
Song Shen nodded, confirming the three men's questions.
"I have been waiting for you for a long time."
The three assassins exchanged glances and stared at each other in bewilderment.
Did we really run into a madman this time?
This is the first time I've encountered such a situation in all these years.
"Playing tricks?"
The tall, thin figure had an unfriendly gaze.
The other two glanced at the sky. "It's time. The young master is waiting for us to return and report."
The three exchanged a glance, and their actions were perfectly synchronized.
A large sword slashed down from the left, its cold light tearing through the rain and sending up a string of exploding raindrops.
when!!
Before he could even see how his opponent drew his longsword, Song Shen's blade tip had already traced a short arc.
The well-planned offensive came to an abrupt halt.
Song Shen has already made a move.
Clothes fluttered in the rain, and the raindrops rippled through the hem of the garments.
Song Shen sidestepped and crashed straight into the left side of the assassin on the right.
"roll!!"
A long sword slashed across the sky, while the other two assassins simultaneously leaped across a space of about ten feet, slashing towards Song Shen.
In this instant, Song Shen was plunged into a dead end.
Just then.
The gale roared.
A muffled rumble of thunder sounded, and Song Shen drew his longsword once more.
A fleeting rainbow.
Song Shen's blade sliced at an unpredictable angle, easily cleaving through the enemy's unstoppable attack.
A swift knife, a swift knife for killing.
"Isn't this person a master of the Wind Chasing Blade Technique? Isn't this the Thunderous Blade Technique of the Tan brothers?"
A sense of dread rose in all three of them. Killing someone wasn't so easy; such misalignment of information could sometimes lead to big problems.
Blades clashed.
When Song Shen unleashed that strike, his opponent's fate was sealed.
A barrage of slashes came rushing towards him. Song Shen's slash seemed like a simple chop, but as soon as the first slash was unleashed, the power for the second slash was already being generated, and the third slash was already brewing.
As Song Shen raised his hand, the blade in his palm flashed with sharp light, shooting out like meteorite rays. After seventeen flashes of cold light, the roar of the wind finally echoed through the mountains and fields.
With a roar, the assassin unleashed his most powerful technique, slashing seventeen times with all his might. On the eighteenth strike, his hand exploded, his arm completely lost sensation, and his mind went blank for a moment.
It was at that very moment.
A straight blade flashed by.
Blood rained down, splattering all over the walls, and severed heads flew off and fell into the rain outside the window, landing with a thud on the ground.
Blood splattered and was washed away by the rain.
[Achieved the Dao Fruit of Skill: Meng Sha (Year 2, Month 9)]
……
"Old Meng!!!!"
The two behind him roared like wild beasts. The fight just now seemed to last only a moment. Song Shen's sword swing was so free and easy, but there were more than a dozen flashes of cold light in the storm-like glint.
A swift knife, a swift knife for killing.
The intelligence was correct; this person was indeed a master of the Wind Chasing Blade Technique.
but,
They are also proficient in the Thunder Blade Technique.
"kill!!!!"
Having fought in the martial world for so many years, they had developed a ferocity through countless killings. Even when their longtime partner was dismembered on the spot, the two fought to the death without backing down.
"Not bad, that's more interesting."
Unfazed, Song Shen let out a soft shout and, sword and all, darted into the attack net woven by the two masters.
Only now do I understand what true unity between man and sword means.
Each time Song Shen swung his longsword, he didn't need to consciously perceive it. The longsword in his hand would naturally guide him to strike the opponent's longsword at its vital point. What rose from the depths of his heart was an omniscient network of instinct, covering the longsword.
Man and knife become one.
When the blood and qi burn like a furnace, the muscles attached to the bones of the whole body are as taut as iron, and the tendons like dragons twist with terrifying tension. With the leverage of the bones, the surging power of the whole body fills the blade, slashing through the air and bursting out a series of terrifying roars that shake the heart.
In an instant, one hundred and eight slashes exploded in the air, and the rain caused by the burst of energy exploded, filling the air with water vapor.
When swordsmanship reaches Song Shen's level, almost all impurities are blocked, leaving only a pure, simple, clean, crisp, and effective style in all moves.
The art of killing
Song Shen relentlessly honed his skills.
The impenetrable wall woven by the two long swords finally developed a crack in Song Shen's swift and forceful swordplay, which used strength to counter strength and violence to counter violence.
The embankment of a thousand miles was destroyed by an ant's nest.
He immediately took a step back and shrank his body, narrowly avoiding Ding Yue's slash. He also swept away the thrust from the front with a sweeping motion. As he clashed with the expert on the right, a cold light suddenly flashed in his palm, and he slashed at the head of the enemy coming from the left.
Like slicing a watermelon, Song Shen cleaved into him from above his left eye, the sharpness penetrating to the bone, and then slicing across his right shoulder.
With a scream, the madman was killed.
[Achieved Skill Dao Fruit: Jiao Li (3 years and 7 months)]
……
Song Shen casually brandished his sword, blood splattered, and the longsword regained its bright gleam.
The blade was aimed directly at the opponent's brow.
The last assassin stood in the rain.
Blood slowly seeped from his chest, and gruesome wounds appeared on his arms, abdomen, and face.
"Still have the fighting spirit?"
Song Shen said coldly.
"From the moment we left our master's wing to venture into the world, it was already destined that we were prepared for this."
His words were firm and resolute, no less so than the unwavering sound of the pattering rain.
Song Shen nodded and said, "Okay, give me your name."
"Hmph! I am Zhong Qi, take this!!!!"
Amidst a roar that shattered the rain, Zhong Qi, the swordsman of the Huang family, unleashed the most epic and moving strike of his life.
Song Shen moved again. At this moment, his spirit and the longsword became one, transforming into a cold light that slashed through the air.
The weather is ever-changing.
Zhong Qi's longsword shattered into pieces, while Song Shen's unpredictable steel broadsword cleaved straight down from his left shoulder and then sliced through his right rib.
The disintegrated torso slid down with a crash.
Several corpses sank into the river, and only then did everything fall into the bag.
[Achieved Skill Dao Fruit: Zhong Qi (3 years and 10 months)]
Having done all this, Song Shen returned his longsword to its sheath.
"There's one more."
Song Shen murmured softly, then soared into the sky, creating a gust of wind as he swept into the forest.
……
The shouts of battle that came from the rain came to an abrupt halt.
The farmer was still running at full speed.
It was terrifying; the chilling sound of blades clashing made him feel like he was in hell.
I shouldn't have gotten involved in this conflict, but what should I do now?
They were still running, and as the sounds of their struggle faded away, everything seemed to vanish, leaving only the sound of raindrops pattering on the leaves.
Suddenly a gust of wind appeared.
"Poor ants," Song Shen sighed.
"Song...Master Song, spare me...I...I was forced..."
"I see."
Song Shen felt a pang of pity.
"Actually, I hate doing this, but you... have to die."
The white blade slashed down.
However, this time the Dao Fruit column did not indicate anything.