A master of comedy!

Chapter 102 Drawing the Sword
"I'll attack from the front, you attack from the flanks, and Red Line will hold off that tiger!"

Guan Buping's voice rang in Zhou Sheng's ears, and the next moment, the burly figure drew his sword and charged toward the general.

hum! !

A piercing whistling sound rang out as the Guan Dao dragged along the ground, scattering scorching sparks on the bluestone, as if it wanted to cleave the earth in two.

Drag your sword and charge your horse!

This strike mimics the deadly move Guan Yu made when charging into battle on Red Hare, capable of beheading an enemy general amidst a vast army.

Yan Liang and Wen Chou were brave and skilled in battle, and had the protection of ten thousand troops, yet they were still defeated by Guan Yu, who single-handedly took down a thousand men with a single blow.

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Boom!

After stepping within three zhang of the general, Guan Buping suddenly raised his crescent blade, unleashing a torrent of pent-up energy that burst forth like a flood, sweeping across the heavens and earth.

The blade flashed, slicing out a full moon shape.

And those phoenix eyes, which had seemed half-closed, suddenly opened, shining even brighter than the glint of the blade.

Guan Yu never opens his eyes; if he does, he'll kill someone.

Faced with this domineering and unparalleled strike, the general's eyes gleamed with a crimson light like flames, showing no fear but rather delight.

The nine golden rings on the Mo Dao trembled, making a crisp, tinkling sound.

However, the general did not draw his sword. Instead, he raised his hand and used his unsheathed Mo Dao (a type of long-handled sword) to block the killing blow.

boom! !

The ground seemed to tremble violently. The general's arms bent slightly, and his feet sank into the ground, with terrifying cracks spreading beneath his feet.

"it is good!"

Beneath the mask of the officer, he suddenly burst into laughter, exclaiming excitedly, "That was a truly satisfying strike!"

"Again! Cut me, cut me now!"

He kicked out with lightning speed, but Guan Buping blocked it with the hilt of his knife. However, the terrifying force still made Guan Buping stagger back several steps, his face turning as red as blood.

At that moment, Zhou Sheng and Yao Taifeng attacked from both sides simultaneously.

His swordsmanship followed the style of Wu Song, fierce and unparalleled, with a chilling killing intent, and every strike aimed straight for vital points.

Yao Taifeng's swordsmanship is characterized by its gentle and agile style. Her soft sword twists and turns like a serpent, carrying a hint of the misty rain of Jiangnan, as it strikes at the gaps in the general's armor.

A sword and a blade, one hard and one soft, complement each other perfectly, a natural and harmonious match.

clang! clang! clang! clang!
The general brandished his longsword once more, still without drawing it from its sheath. Yet his swordsmanship was concise and swift, a perfect blend of complexity and simplicity, incredibly fast, and he managed to block the combined attack of sword and saber simultaneously.

Nine consecutive strikes—it wasn't just a parry; it was a counterattack.

He seized upon Yaotai Feng's weakness—her agility was excessive, but her strength was insufficient—and reached out to grab her at the very moment her soft sword technique faltered.

hum! !

In an instant, the soft sword seemed to be caught by the seven-inch mark of a green snake, and no matter how Yao Taifeng urged it, it could not move.

Zhou Sheng seized the opening and unleashed a "Yaksha Probing the Sea" strike, his longsword thrusting and then slashing upwards, aiming straight for the gap in the general's armor around his neck—a truly perilous and extraordinary strike.

However, the general seemed to have seen through it all, easily blocking the attack with his sword, appearing completely at ease.

At the same time, he squeezed with his left hand and actually twisted the willow-leaf soft sword into a pretzel.

Yao Taifeng decisively abandoned her sword, and with a flick of her jade hand at her waist, she drew out a soft sword.

At this moment, Guan Buping also raised his sword and attacked again, starting with a series of three sword strikes: a slash, a sweep, and a chop, which contained the wonders of heaven, earth, and man, and the sword's momentum was as grand as the principles of the Spring and Autumn Annals.

Wu Song was ruthless, Guan Yu was furious, and the Green Snake's sword was poisonous under the moon.

As for the fourth red line, it was biting the dragon's tail tightly. The tiger was in pain, swaying left and right, and frantically swinging its tail to smash the ground and the wall.

Blood seeped from Little Red Line's eyes, ears, mouth, and nose. Her favorite tiger-head hat was thrown off, but she still wouldn't let go.

……

Under the moonlight, the sound of metal clashing was as intense as drums, reverberating through the sky.

From the houses in the distance, countless sinister eyes were watching the battlefield, but they all shrank back when they saw the figure of the general.

But soon, new eyes started to look up.

"Grandmother, look! There really is someone... who dares to fight the Great General!"

"Get out of the way quickly, or you'll anger the general!"

The elderly grandmother quickly took her grandson back.

"No, I want to see! I want to see them defeat the General!" The grandson waved his fist excitedly. "The General forced Dad and the others to join the army and keeps raising taxes. He's a bad guy!!"

The grandmother held her grandson and couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

During their lifetime, they suffered oppression from the government and were subjected to exorbitant taxes. Later, a famine struck, and their entire family starved to death without ever receiving any relief grain.

I thought becoming a ghost would be easier, but I never expected that this ghost town would be no different from the mortal world.

The general kept conscripting soldiers, and both of her sons were drafted into the army, where they died one after another, their souls scattered.

As for the tax on incense offerings, it has been increasing year by year.

If they fail to pay their dues, the female ghosts are sold to brothels, while the male ghosts are sold as servant ghosts. In severe cases, they may even be torn to shreds by the general's fierce tiger.

"It's hard to be a human, and it's hard to be a ghost."

She held her grandson in her arms, her face etched with the wrinkles of time, her eyes peering through the cracks in the doors and windows at the dark night sky.

"When will this suffering ever end?!"

……

The wind howled through the blades, and the swords sang like flowing water.

In the moonlight, three figures were besieging the great general who had dominated the ghost city for over a hundred years.

The three of them cooperated perfectly. Guan Gong's swordsmanship was wide and powerful, making it most suitable for frontal attacks.

With Zhou Sheng and Yao Taifeng providing flank support, they wove a dense web with their swords and blades, not only compensating for the weaknesses in the Guan Dao's defense but also making their attacks more subtle and insidious, penetrating every nook and cranny.

Even so, he only managed to fight the general to a draw.

Even more frightening is that the general hasn't even drawn his sword yet.

Not drawing their sword proves that the opponent hasn't used their full strength yet and is still in a position to fight with ease.

"Happy! So happy!"

The general parried the attacks while bursting into loud laughter.

"It's been a long time since anyone has been able to let me stretch my muscles. You guys have given me a pleasant surprise."

"In that case, this general will... take it a little more seriously."

The crimson light in his eyes surged instantly, and then his hand gripping the hilt of the sword trembled slightly.

Chant!

A loud dragon's roar suddenly rang out from the scabbard of the Mo Dao, filled with an irrepressible excitement and a thirst for blood.

In an instant, the crimson blade light rose high like a blood-red sun, piercing Zhou Sheng's eyes, making him seem to see a mountain piled high with corpses.

Blood flowed across the land, turning the river red.

Oops!

He was startled, and his hearing ability activated instantly. Since his eyes couldn't see clearly for the time being, he used sound to locate the source.

He could hear a terrifying sharpness slashing towards Master Guan first.

"Uncle Guan, watch out on your right!"

Zhou Sheng shouted immediately, but before he could shout, Master Guan had already instinctively swung his knife to the right.

With a crisp clang, half of the blade spun and flew out.

The Guan Dao wailed, and the crescent blade snapped in two, leaving a smooth, mirror-like cut.

With a bang, Guan Buping was kicked away and sent hurtling into the distance like a cannonball.

Clang!
Another slash, incredibly fast, like a streak of crimson lightning, struck Yaotai Feng, who had retreated decisively after losing her sight.

However, this time, a figure stood in front of the Dragon-Swallowing Blade.

clang! ! !
Amidst the flying sparks, Zhou Sheng suddenly opened his eyes, his pupils already bloodshot, exuding a chilling aura.

He finally saw clearly the demonic sword that seemed to be covered with veins.

He grinned, revealing teeth as white as saw blades.

“Waaaaaaaaaaa——”

The painted-face actor's singing style was like a thunderclap from a clear sky, with a fierce aura rising to the heavens.

"Having left Zhongnan Mountain, I draw my sword between Yin and Yang."

"One call and the mountains and rivers rage, to capture ghosts and serve them with wine and food!"

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(End of this chapter)