Under One Person, Engage in Black Technology

Chapter 220 Knife
After the Mongol giant Harichagai and Liu Wukui leaped and bounded several times, their figures swept across the bluestone alleyway of Biyou Village like two gusts of wind.

The way these two run is also very interesting; their pace and posture are quite different.

When Naharicha touched the ground with his toes, perhaps he was too hasty. With just a light kick, large cracks appeared in the marble slabs that Biyou Village had spent a fortune to pave.

This grassland man, with his golden bloodline, leaped with the force of a galloping ox or horse, like an eagle swooping down on its prey.

Liu Wu Kui, on the other hand, appeared much more 'nimble'. Her figure was agile, and she used the roof and walls as if she were a cat, taking each step silently, just like a cheetah.

In less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the two had already arrived at the south side of Biyou Village. As soon as they landed, the scene before them made their hearts sink. More than a dozen transformed superhumans from the village lay sprawled on the ground, their eyes closed, their breathing even and deep, as if they had fallen into a 'deep sleep like infants'.

The protective beads they wore on their chests were covered with spiderweb-like cracks, and the original flowing spiritual light had long since dimmed, like a candle flame about to go out. It was clear that they had 'died peacefully' after protecting the wearers from a deadly attack, and their vital energy had dissipated, making them unusable again.

The few pieces of weapons and building debris scattered on the ground tell of how these 'pillars' of the village put up a brief resistance, but their efforts were weak and they were ultimately no match for the invaders, leaving behind only devastation.

Looking up again, the two men with superior roots immediately turned their gazes toward the well not far away—there stood a burly man holding a large halberd in one hand and drinking water with the other. Unsurprisingly, he was the one who had caused trouble in Biyou Village.

Upon closer inspection, the man was nearly ten feet tall, with broad shoulders and a thick back. He wore a dark green robe, the hem of which swayed gently in the breeze, yet it could not conceal the bulging muscle lines beneath, as if every inch of his skin contained immense power.

His face was cold and stern, with a full forehead, phoenix eyes, and a strong jawline. The only flaw was that his skin was not red enough and his chin was clean and beardless. Otherwise, with such attire and imposing presence, he would really be mistaken for Guan Yu reincarnated.

Haricha and Liu Wukui, coming from their home turf, made no attempt to conceal themselves. Upon seeing this, the Guan Dao swordsman first threw the ladle back into the bucket, then wiped his mouth with the green cloth on his shirt, and dragged his large Guan Dao diagonally on the ground.

Bang!

The moment the Guan Dao's blade touched the ground, it stirred up clouds of dust and swirling sand, instantly drawing attention. The blade was broad, its cold light chilling, and a yellow dragon seemed to writhe at the edge; clearly, it was a magical weapon, inspiring awe in all who beheld it.
Although Liu Wu Kui was shocked by the opponent's clothing and weapons, he was also filled with anger when he saw the sleeping posture of the 'babies' lying next to him. He immediately raised his Qi and circulated the Five Directions of the Heavenly Truth.

In an instant, five masked figures appeared around him, their five colors of energy—blue, red, yellow, white, and black—flowing around him. These were the manifestations of the Five Directions Protectors. The five masks, some with glaring eyes, others laughing and crying, were also quite imposing, as if there were truly five guardian deities surrounding him.

Once she had set up her 'grand entrance', she glared at the swordsman and demanded, "Who are you?!"

But the man wielding the Guan Dao opposite him seemed not to hear him, only slightly turning his body and squinting his eyes to stare at the throats of the two men in front of him.

His gaze was like a hawk locking onto its prey, cold and focused, as if measuring the thickness of the neck, calculating the angle of the blade's slicing, or assessing the sound of the two heads hitting the ground. After a moment, he slowly lifted his foot and began to walk forward.

His steps were slow, each step landing steadily, the soles of his feet striking the ground with a dull "thump-thump," like war drums beating the earth, each strike resonating in the hearts of Harichagai and Liu Wukui.

The rhythm was slow yet highly regular. With each step, his aura grew heavier, making one feel as if he would strike with his sword at any moment. The invisible pressure was like dark clouds pressing down, making it hard to breathe.

To put it bluntly, this kind of imposing presence is like a final boss in a video game with a massive amount of health, a game mechanic that promises certain death, making one's heart clench and daring not to relax even for a moment.

As we all know, communication between people is not limited to "language". Body language and the flow of energy can also convey a thousand words.

The silent approach of the Guan Daoist was sending a clear signal—as if saying, "Come on, let's fight!" His arrogance was palpable, like slapping his opponent's cheek in the ring, his provocation obvious.

Haricha Gai and Liu Wu Kui were both seasoned veterans, so they understood immediately. They exchanged a glance and reached a consensus without saying a word. The next second, they shouted in unison and launched a powerful attack.

It must be said that their choice was absolutely correct. This unanimous decision did not stem from any earth-shattering "tacit understanding" or any profound "tactics," but rather from the instinct inherent in their blood and talent.

Harichagai possessed the golden bloodline of Mongolia, and the fighting genes inherited from the grasslands roared within him, clearly telling him: he must not allow the Guan Dao warriors to continue accumulating their momentum, otherwise, once their swordsmanship was fully built up, it would be the moment of their demise.

The same was true for Liu Wu Kui. After Guan Dao Ke dragged his sword forward a few meters, the unique spiritual sense contained in his "childhood life" began to stir restlessly. Specifically, the faces of the five directional Jiedi around him were no longer threatening, but instead faintly revealed fear, as if they had seen a small beast that was their natural enemy. Clearly, they had sensed a deadly threat.

"what!"

"Take one of my moves!"

With these two shouts, Haricha Gai took the lead in attacking, his figure like a tiger descending the mountain, his arm muscles bulging, his golden bloodline activated to the extreme, his skin gleaming faintly, and his protective Qi energy transforming into a layer of Qi armor.

He carried no weapons, relying only on his bare hands. His palm strikes were as sharp as knives, tearing through the air with a sharp sound, aimed directly at Guan Daoke's heart. The force of his palm strikes seemed to shatter the opponent's heart.

Liu Wu Kui followed closely behind, his toes touching the ground, his body suddenly rising high, like a swallow soaring through the air. The Qi of the Five Directions of the Heavenly Kings around him also surged, and five beams of light circled around him like satellites, flying towards Guan Dao Ke in unison. The attack was cunning, blocking all the angles from which the opponent could dodge, like a tightening net, trying to trap the prey firmly.

The combined attack of the two highly skilled warriors indeed hindered the momentum of the swordsman as he drew his blade. He frowned slightly, and his steadily advancing figure suddenly froze in place—clearly, seeing the change in the situation, he was preparing to draw his sword.

He lightly placed his left hand on the blade, his five fingers gliding gently across the cold hilt, as if caressing a beautiful woman's skin.

Then, he flipped his wrist again, and the broadsword spun in his hand, the blade bringing with it a whistling sound, as deafening as a dragon's roar, stirring up the dust on the ground and forming a small whirlwind.

In the blink of an eye, his hands, gripping the weapon, had moved to the end of the Guan Dao. His arm muscles bulged, veins popped, clearly indicating that he had poured all his Qi into them. The hilt trembled slightly in his hands, humming as if it possessed a spirit. Then, he unleashed a slash.

Swish!
The greatsword flashed like a bolt of lightning, whistling through the air as it slashed down, seemingly intent on cleaving everything in two. This strike was imbued with all the momentum he had accumulated. Even before the blade arrived, the fierce wind from it swept over them, causing Harichagai's palm strike and Liu Wu Kui's aura to tremble and flicker like candlelight in a storm.

Faced with the combined attack of two highly skilled individuals, Guan Daoke made no attempt to dodge, instead preparing to counter with a straight slash.

Before the blade even arrived, Haricha felt as if his palm had struck a speeding carriage. His arm throbbed with excruciating pain. In a flash, he used the momentum to fly sideways, tracing an arc through the air and narrowly avoiding the attack.

Liu Wu Kui's Five Directions of the Dharma Image was scraped by the wind of the blade, causing the light and shadow to shake violently. This made her blood and qi surge, and she felt a sweet taste in her throat. She staggered and jumped back.

It was a real pity that such a beautiful blade of light missed its mark. Guan Dao Ke frowned in dissatisfaction, but that wasn't the end of it.

Having landed a successful blow, he used the momentum to spin around, his movements fluid and graceful, like a spinning top, turning half a circle in place. His dark green robe flared up at his waist, resembling a lotus flower about to bloom, a beautiful pose that concealed a deadly intent.

After spinning around more than ten times, he stomped his feet on the ground and suddenly leaped up like an eagle pouncing on a rabbit. He gripped the hilt of the Guan Dao with both hands, held the heavy weapon upright in front of him, and unleashed a powerful leaping slash with immense force, aiming straight for Haricha Gai, who had not yet regained his footing.

Upon seeing this, Harichagai's pupils contracted sharply. He felt as if the force of the blade was a dark cloud covering his head, completely sealing off all his room to dodge. Like an ant crushed by a boulder, he had no chance of escape.

He sensed that he would have no chance of dodging, so a fierce glint flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly unleashed his physical energy. The light of his golden bloodline became even more intense, and his muscles hardened like steel. He was determined to take the thunderous blow head-on with his bare body and then exchange his life for injury.

It must be said that although he was timid in front of the black pipe yesterday, he now has a lot of the fearlessness of a grassland man.

Liu Wu Kui, who was standing next to her, also wanted to back down. Seeing that Guan Dao Ke's main target was not her, she immediately changed her mind and suddenly stacked the five Jiedi Dharma images surrounding her together.

"[Fusion]!"

At her command, the five mask-like lights instantly turned black, then merged into one, becoming a single entity.

Then, she pushed her hands forward, and the mask, which condensed the power of the Five Directions of the Heavenly Kings, flew out like a shield, blocking Harichagai's chest. It was like a solid barrier, ready to block this fatal blow.

"May Rain Slash!"

Seeing that his opponent was not going to dodge, Guan Dao Ke was as happy as if he had drunk fine wine. He couldn't help but let out a low shout and reveal the name of his strike.

After he finished speaking, the power of this slash increased by three points. The sword energy left behind many afterimages, just like dense raindrops, carrying an endless killing intent, as if it wanted to cut everything below into pieces.

In a daze, Haricha felt for no reason that if the knife were to strike his head, it would be as easy as cutting tofu, and the shadow of death overwhelmed him like a tide.

Just as this fatal blow was about to strike Harichagai's neck, the Five Directions Jiedi Qi Wall, which was driven by Liu Wu Kui, and the 'Horse Talisman' protective magic weapon that Harichagai had been given this morning on his chest, both revealed their functions.

*Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack smack smack!*
A series of crisp collision sounds rang out, like jade striking each other, yet carrying a breathtaking power. This earth-shattering strike had finally met its match.

The originally smooth and continuous sword strokes encountered a significant blockage when cutting through the Qi energy amplified by the bloodline of the Golden Family, just like a sharp blade cutting into tough cowhide. The sword speed suddenly slowed down, as if it had sunk into a quagmire.

Immediately afterward, the blade struck the wall of Qi condensed by the Five Directions of the Heavenly Kings. With a crackling sound, the mask shattered like glass, and the five beams of light dissipated with a mournful cry beneath the blade. However, this also forcefully consumed most of the blade's power. Although it was insufficient, it bought some time.

Finally, when the blade of the Guan Dao landed on the protective amulet on Haricha's chest, it completely lost its previous air of effortless killing.

click!
A piercing cracking sound rang out, like porcelain falling to the ground. The protective magic weapon on Haricha's chest shattered in response, and large spiderweb-like cracks spread rapidly before it burst open with a "bang," turning into specks of spiritual light and dissipating.

But this collapse was not entirely without effect. The enormous recoil force forcefully resisted the large Guan Dao, causing the Guan Daoist's arms to go numb, his tiger's mouth to crack, and blood to slowly drip down the hilt of the sword.

Perhaps it was the work of 'Mou Bi Lie', for Haricha Gai did not miss the opportunity and delivered a series of straightforward heavy punches to Guan Dao Ke, causing him to vomit a mouthful of blood and stagger back seven or eight steps before barely managing to regain his balance.

Perhaps because they were both a little weak, Haricagai, who had lost his magic weapon, and Guan Daoke, who had been hit by an electric cannon, both retreated one after another.

Although this attack and defense occurred within a single round, it was truly a matter of life and death, and extremely dangerous.

Both Haricha Gai and Liu Wu Kui had sweat dripping from their foreheads and their backs were soaked with cold sweat. Their clothes clung tightly to their bodies, and their eyes looked at Guan Dao Ke with a newfound seriousness and fear. They dared not be careless in the slightest.

In that instant, they truly felt the breath of death. If it weren't for their protective magic artifacts and the desperate resistance of the Five Directions Protectors, they would probably already be decapitated and their souls gone to the west.

After retreating several steps, the swordsman with the Guan Dao (a type of halberd) also placed his Guan Dao on the ground. The blade trembled slightly and emitted a soft "humming" sound, as if telling the story of the intensity of the attack just now.

But... for no apparent reason, after he retreated, he didn't immediately begin circulating his Qi like the two people opposite him. Instead, he raised his right hand and made a very strange gesture of stroking his beard.

What's even stranger is that this person has a clean chin and no beard at all, making this action seem particularly abrupt, like a 'para-less' performance, which is somewhat funny.

After making this gesture, he squinted his eyes, and his chest began to rise and fall rhythmically, clearly recovering his vital energy quickly.

(End of this chapter)