NOVEL NEXT Chapter 299 Terrifying
Although the momentum was grand, in Ye Ling's eyes, it was not worth a strike!
But it was understandable, for as an assassin, his forte was assassination!
In a head-on attack like this, Long Guming was simply no match for Ye Ling!
And that was indeed the case!
Ye Ling threw a punch lightly, and at the mere moment of contact, Long Guming felt as if his palm had struck an unbreakable steel plate.
In an instant, his entire right arm shattered inch by inch, dangling weakly as his body plummeted to the ground like a kite with its string cut.
Long Guming lay on the ground, his breath weak, his body heavily injured as he forced himself to sit up. As he was about to speak, a mouthful of crimson blood gushed out.
Instantly staining the front of his shirt red!
Seeing this, Zhan Qimeng and Zhang Xiulan steadied themselves, and a trace of worry on their faces dissipated somewhat.
Their looks toward Ye Ling were filled with endless resentment.
They had not expected him to pull such a stunt.
Don't you know that heavy breathing can scare someone to death?
Ye Ling was oblivious to the thoughts of the two women; at that moment, his eyes were feral and unblinking as they stared down Long Guming.
He walked forward slowly, each heavy footstep sounding like a hammer, relentlessly striking at Long Guming's heart.
Now, as he recalled the moment, Ye Ling felt a chill of fear!
If he hadn't detected Long Guming's presence early, if it had been someone else, they might have actually fallen for his ploy!
Reaching Long Guming, Ye Ling said nothing and stepped directly on the latter's face.
Just as Long Guming was about to speak, his words were forcibly swallowed back down.
All he could do was look resentfully at Ye Ling.
Seeing this, Ye Ling was unfazed. He raised an eyebrow, his face showing an interesting expression.
"Are you curious why I was able to detect you?"
Even pinned down by Ye Ling's foot, Long Guming's face was still filled with an undying, defiant spirit.
He said nothing, but the confusion in his eyes deeply betrayed his inner thoughts.
Ye Ling clasped his hands behind his back, looked up at the sky, his eyes filled with loneliness as his silhouette seemed to convey a sense of solitude.
"To be invincible is to be so lonely!"
Upon hearing this, Long Guming, already full of doubts, nearly spat out a mouthful of old blood!
Defeating me is no great feat!
My master, Shui Yiexiong, could kill you with just a finger!
Of course, these words he dared only think to himself, seeing as how his life was still firmly in Ye Ling's grasp!
Ye Ling released his foot, and a wisp of pale golden Gang Qi slowly infused into Long Guming's body. The latter's injuries healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, quickly scabbing over!
Seeing this, Long Guming was dumbfounded!
As if reading Long Guming's thoughts, Ye Ling smiled faintly and slowly said:
"Are you surprised?"
He paused for a moment, not waiting for Long Guming to speak, Ye Ling went on and said:
"I know you feel aggrieved!"
"I also know that in Wo Country, you've always upheld the samurai spirit!"
"Now, I give you a chance,"
"To defeat me fairly and squarely!"
Upon hearing this, Long Guming's eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at Ye Ling.
After confirming Ye Ling was not joking, Long Guming took a deep breath and with his poor mastery of the language of the Dragon Country, he said word by word:
"You, spirit of the samurai, very good!"
Ye Ling rolled his eyes in exasperation.
"You, move quickly!"
"I'm very busy!"
Hearing these words, Long Guming gave Ye Ling a slight bow, whereupon a katana slowly appeared in his hand.
"Please enlighten me!"
Ye Ling nodded slightly, and with a grand gesture, the demonic katana quietly materialized in his hand.
When Long Guming got a clear view of Ye Ling's weapon, a brief flash of astonishment crossed his face.
His voice stammered at this moment,
"The demonic katana, how, how did it come into your possession?"
Ye Ling smiled slightly, "It chose me!"
Upon hearing this, Long Guming was taken aback and looked deeply at Ye Ling without saying a word.
Though the words were literally the same, the implied meaning was entirely opposite.
If the demonic katana had been stolen, it would only mean that the thief's strength was inferior.
But if the demonic katana willingly allowed someone to wield it, it only proved that person was extraordinary!
"Make your move!"
Ye Ling held the demonic katana with its tip aimed at Long Guming, assuming a stance ready for attack.
Long Guming nodded, and the next second his figure shot towards Ye Ling at an incredibly fast speed.
Around Ye Ling, streaks of afterimages swept by, their speed so fast it dazzled the eyes!
Ye Ling was all too familiar with this movement technique; it was the famed Samurai footwork of Wo Country!
Feared and known for its incredible speed!
Suddenly, a glint of cold light flashed by, and Long Guming struck at Ye Ling's vital points from a highly tricky angle!
Ye Ling didn't even look, but casually swung his sword out.
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The two blades clashed fiercely, emitting a crisp "snap".
With just a single contact, the katana in Long Guming's hand broke inch by inch, turning into a pile of debris that scattered in the air.
Seeing this, Long Guming fell silent!
After a long while, Long Guming finally spoke slowly,
"With the demonic katana in your hands, I, I cannot defeat you!"
"If you wish to kill or slash, I am at your mercy!"
Having said that, he slowly closed his eyes, resigned to his fate.
Ye Ling looked at Long Guming intently and spoke indifferently,
"I won't kill you, you may go."
Upon hearing this, Long Guming's eyes snapped open, his face filled with disbelief.
"Why?"
Ye Ling stepped forward, standing over Long Guming, looking down at him from a superior position, his lips slowly curling into a near-bloodthirsty sinister smile,
"Go back and tell that old fellow Suie Tensuo to clean his neck and wait for me to come chop off his head!"
At these words, Long Guming was instantly enraged, about to explode with fury, but when he saw Ye Ling's emotionless eyes,
The words at the tip of his tongue were stubbornly swallowed back down. He nodded and said, "I will deliver your message to my master!"
"Good, now get lost!"
Ye Ling urged impatiently.
Long Guming opened his mouth as if he wanted to ask about the whereabouts of the Rakshasa Group of Seven, but thinking back to Ye Ling's detached gaze, he couldn't utter a single word.
He then turned and left...
Just at that moment, an injured figure staggered out of the huge pit.
It was Xiao Qing!
Xiao Qing's face bore a trace of manic expression as he hysterically shouted, "Ye Ling? Where is he?"
"He couldn't possibly be dead, could he?"
"Hahaha, he must have been killed by Long Guming!"