Dual wielding volcanoes, killing through the west

……

"Clang—!!!"

Visually, he resembled a giant sphere composed of silvery-white, chilling sword light. Nine hundred and ninety-nine sword techniques were unleashed in rapid succession, covering almost every angle, a full 360 degrees.

The third sword technique is specifically designed for situations where one is fighting multiple enemies. Even when trapped on the battlefield, facing enemies from all sides, no one can get close by using this technique.

At this moment, for Lu Aniu, what was this ferocious beast before him no different from a war?

"Boom!"

Zhang Renfeng was exceptionally brave and charged headlong into the silver-white meat grinder made of sword light.

However, things were completely different from what Lu Aniu had imagined. The beast was not chopped into pieces. On the contrary, it began to dismantle the six swords at a speed even faster than Lu Aniu's!

Whether it's a strike, a dodge, a jump, a kick, or a forceful block with the body... the core idea is simple: no matter how fast your swordsmanship is, you only have one pair; you can't magically conjure a thousand hands. When facing an opponent with similar speed, reaction time, and reflexes, even the most exquisite swordsmanship can be countered, though it requires considerable skill.

Lu Aniu thought that Zhang Renfeng in this state was like a mindless beast, only capable of lunging, throwing, hitting, and smashing. That was normal, wasn't it? Berserkers were all like that; they sacrificed their reason for such explosive power, so it was acceptable.

This time, Zhang Renfeng's abilities completely shocked him.

Or rather, he lost his composure.

Zhang Renfeng had actually read the third sword manual. Even though he had transformed into a beast, he was still the same person, and his previous memories weren't completely severed. Having read the manual, he knew the angle and method of Zhang Renfeng's next move, making things much easier.

But Lu Aniu couldn't possibly know this. He could only watch as this seemingly reckless berserker deflected his exquisite swordsmanship, which he had painstakingly honed over many years.

"How...how could this be?!" He gritted his teeth and demanded angrily, "How could such a thing happen?!"

His heart was ablaze with anger, and he exerted force in his wrist, making the cold sword light even more impenetrable.

There were always some angles from which Zhang Renfeng couldn't block; the sword light grazed his body, not enough to seriously injure him, but enough to cause blood to spurt out. As he gradually approached the core of the sword light, Lu Aniu stopped probing and unleashed his full power, the sword light closing in from all directions!

Despite the pain, he pushed off the ground and leaped up, curling his strong body in mid-air to minimize his contact with the outside world.

With legs brimming with power, they shot out like cannonballs!

"boom-------!!!"

A desperate flying kick struck Lu Aniu squarely in the chest, separating the two who had been inseparable for so long.

……

After a thunderous roar, the cliff finally fell silent for a moment.

Lu Aniu was kicked away and retreated in a straight line. In mid-air, he used his sword to prop himself up on the ground. The sword blade sank more than three feet into the ground, digging out a patch of soil, and finally managed to stop.

The immense force spanned a hundred meters, forcefully sending him to the edge of the cliff.

"Ugh...cough..."

As he sat up, he clutched the spot in his chest where he had been kicked, his face changing as he finally coughed up blood and coughed quite badly, forcing him to raise his hand to cover it. When he saw the bloodstains in his palm, he was stunned for a long time, then suddenly, as if a burden had been lifted from his shoulders, he smiled.

Conversely, Zhang Renfeng had just gotten up from the ground and taken a step toward him when he heard a dripping sound. Looking down, he saw that his body was covered with many wounds, not very deep, but numerous, all of which were oozing blood.

This was also one of Lu Aniu's tactics: slowly drawing blood from Zhang Renfeng with a small knife, continuously bleeding him out.

After all, he was just a human, not a monster made of steel. Theoretically, continuous blood loss could kill Zhang Renfeng completely.

Perhaps sensing this, Zhang Renfeng gave his opponent a deep look, determined to remember this formidable adversary forever.

Then, he suddenly dropped to the ground, his four limbs on the ground, a posture different from before. Just now, he was crouching, his limbs almost clustered together, but now, his limbs were fully extended, his chin almost touching the ground, poised to strike!

Nothing could express his intentions better than this posture. He abandoned all concealment and disguise, completely channeling his will into his limbs.

As his true "sworn enemy" to date, Lu Aniu naturally felt it as well.

He smiled with relief and nodded.

"Understood……"

Lu Aniu swung his sword, shaking off all the blood droplets, and got into a fighting stance. "Come on."

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This silence, indeed, lasted for a very long time.

Then came a sudden outburst!

"——————"

The violent sound drowned out everything in a very short time, making the world seem silent and still.

He leaped like a dragon!

The sword light is like a rainbow!

Two completely different forces collided and escalated continuously, finally reaching their peak in that instant!

And finally, for the time being, the outcome was decided!

……

"laugh----!!"

Blood gushed out like a torrent!

The two had already passed each other.

In Zhang Renfeng's eyes, Lu Aniu's sword had not yet been drawn; he was still slowly drawing his sword, drawing his sword, drawing his sword... This process seemed to have slowed down ten thousand times, which in turn slowed down his own body by ten thousand times.

He seemed to be frozen in place, still in his lunging posture, but his entire body was stiff, as if frozen in that moment.

A massive sword wound, stretching from his right shoulder to his abdomen, resembled a wild beast's claw marks, tearing his body apart.

Only at this moment did the illusory image of Lu Aniu drawing his sword slowly dissipate in his eyes.

……

"what……"

After what seemed like an eternity, he realized that he had actually been struck!

"This is the fifth of the Six Swords, Falling Leaf... Light as a feather, slow as cotton... It is also the power I can unleash with my current body... Ninety percent of my strength."

Lu Aniu did not mock him, but simply sheathed his sword and sighed, "To be defeated by this sword is not an insult to you."

"..."

Zhang Renfeng turned around, glanced at him, and his lips moved slightly. In his final moments, his reason seemed to return; he wanted to say something, but ultimately remained silent.

His center of gravity shifted uncontrollably backward...

He took a wrong step at the edge of the cliff and fell straight down.

Chapter 814: It's good, it's good

"Brother!!!"

The wolf let out a trembling howl, and the next moment, without hesitation, she leaped off the cliff as well.

"..."

At that moment, the wolf had not yet recovered her strength and her movements were not very agile. Lu Aniu had a thousand ways to stop her before she jumped off the cliff. But for some reason, he did nothing. He stood there like a wooden stake, watching her jump.

The cliff, hundreds of meters high, soon disappeared from sight, and Lu Aniu didn't think the two men would perish. After this experience, he became even more convinced that some people are born with a script, and they won't die until they finish following the script.

A sea breeze suddenly rose, blowing his silvery-white hair and carrying the distant sound of horses' hooves to his ears.

……

A group of people is heading this way.

When the soldiers arrived, they were met with a battlefield that resembled an alien war—craters everywhere, the ground torn up, rocks and soil crumbling, and the small church in the distance completely smashed. It looked as if two giants had just wrestled there, and in their playful frolic, they had carelessly trampled it to pieces.

For the first time, the heavily armed soldiers felt the revolvers at their waists and the rifles at their backs seem so powerless. When they saw Lu Aniu standing there alone, sword in hand, they immediately tightened their reins, showing fear and not daring to go forward.

The times seem to have changed, yet they also seem to have remained the same.

"What are you all doing crowding here? Move aside, move aside now!"

A fast horseman roughly pushed through the crowd and galloped up, his face unusually excited, as if he had finally gotten his revenge. The jolting motion made the fat on his face jiggle, making his smile even more distorted.

Wilson Wagner, Mayor of Piketown.

Before the Great Lakes Demon arrived, the mayor decisively fled, taking a large group of his loyal followers with him, and escaped by train.

He escaped under Lu Aniu's "decree," but in reality, regardless of whether Lu Aniu warned him or not, he had no intention of taking full responsibility for Park City.

In the worst-case scenario, if the city is flooded, he can simply use his connections to move elsewhere and continue living his comfortable life. But if he loses his life, everything will be over, and he has no intention of perishing underwater with the city's poor.

After arriving in Birmingham, he explained these circumstances to the authorities there.

Almost the entire First State is a network radiating from the Illuminati's power; everyone's in cahoots. Even though Wilson was a scoundrel who abandoned the city and fled at a crucial moment, he wasn't pursued when he arrived in Birmingham; instead, he was treated to good food and drink.

When news of the more than four thousand refugees flocking to Oakwood reached them, it immediately caused a huge uproar. Everyone knew what Oakwood meant to "that person," which gave them an excellent pretext to send troops.

Wilson, in particular, was exceptionally enthusiastic, eager to be at the forefront—he couldn't stand the fact that his long-despised second brother, Jonah, who always followed him around like a clueless goose, could lead so many people, balance the various forces, and organize such a successful escape. The contrast with his own pathetic retreat was too stark.

Having lived a life of ease, how could he tolerate such a humiliation?

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"Ha...look, who is this?"

After dismounting, Wilson immediately noticed Sam lying on the ground, his limbs stiff. He felt a surge of satisfaction, spat on him, and said coldly, "Long time no see, bastard... You look like a pig waiting to be slaughtered now, but even so, you're still more pleasing to the eye than before."

"You don't even know your own worth... A lowly thing born of a prostitute dares to try and overthrow the highest authority in this country. How many lives do you have? Not enough for you to mess with! You only deserve to die a miserable death!"

"It's truly pathetic that the Wagner family has produced such scoundrels!"

As he spoke, he seemed still not satisfied, wanting to vent all the resentment he had accumulated over the past few days on this immobile corpse.

He raised his foot and kicked it several more times.

Lu Aniu raised his eyelids and glanced in his direction. Wilson felt a chill run down his spine and turned around in surprise, only to see an old man with a blood-covered face staring at him expressionlessly.

……

“I’m warning you, what you’re doing is violating interstate law. Release me immediately!”

Beneath the ruins, the soldiers found Lydia, covered in dust and grime—the battle they had just witnessed was catastrophic for a mere mortal like her. She was incredibly lucky to have survived the chaos.

Upon seeing this legitimate heir of the Wagner family, Wilson's expression turned sinister, and he coldly rebuked, "Are you out of your mind? Have you forgotten how the Wagner family got everything? Without the Illuminati, without Mr. Samuel, how could our family have prospered?!"

"You traitor..."

"Your fate will be the same as this bastard's, or even worse!"

He drew his revolver from his waist and aimed it at Sam's head.

"boom!"

The Qingfeng sword suddenly struck his wrist hard, causing the bullet to bend to the right, thus avoiding damage to Sam's body.

Lu Aniu, who was standing at a distance, appeared silently in front of them without anyone noticing. His ghostly movement alone was enough to frighten people.

Wilson noticed that the old man's left hand was raised, his thumb moving around among the other four fingers. The old man was muttering something he couldn't understand, and staring at him with an extremely strange look.

He swallowed hard, trying his best to keep his voice from trembling too much, "You... what do you want to do? I'm just punishing a traitor, is that wrong?"

……

Do you have any food on you?

"Huh?" Wilson was stunned for a moment. His mind raced, and he couldn't understand why the other person would ask such a question. What kind of question was that?

“Yes…” He hesitated for a moment, but seeing that Lu Aniu was still staring at him and had no intention of joking, he had no choice but to nod truthfully, “I have high-end canned beef, chocolate… and gin in my bag, and things like that…”

As they spoke, Lu Aniu's terrifying gaze remained, and Wilson, who had been so arrogant just moments before, suddenly became guilty. It was as if bringing so much food was something to be ashamed of, and he grew increasingly unsure of himself as he spoke.

To everyone's surprise, Lu Aniu nodded and said meaningfully, "That's good."

"……Good."

Next, he sheathed his sword, grabbed Wilson by the neck, and lifted him off the ground.

"?!" Wilson's face changed drastically, and he shouted in terror, "What are you doing! No! We're on the same side! Someone come quick! Someone stop him, he's gone mad!!"

His cries for help were incredibly desperate.

However, the soldiers standing nearby looked at each other in bewilderment, none of them stepping forward, and none of them even drew their guns.

“At least…give me a reason why you want to kill me…” Wilson’s voice trembled. In that instant, resentment, despair, and fear flashed through his eyes, mixing into a bewildered rage. “Give me a reason!”

"..."