Chapter 101

"Boom!"

This punch was like a thunderclap.

The surface of the river was filled with exploding sounds, and it was hard to imagine that this was a sound that could be produced by a physical body.

Crow's fist struck the layer of the sky's curtain, and the original thin layer of arc light was almost twisted and deformed, only a trace away from shattering… It was not until this moment that these extraordinary individuals from the Chengxin Society's Southern Hall understood the second meaning in Crow's words just now.

He wanted to… shatter the sky's curtain!

The water droplets condensed on the river's surface began to tremble violently. The sky's curtain enveloped this domain, allowing the rules within the domain to be rewritten. This was their greatest home-field advantage… If the sky's curtain were shattered, the outcome of this battle could already be determined.

"Kill—"

Wu Yong charged forward with his knife. He did not hesitate to launch an attack towards the man at the end of the river.

The battle tonight was not meant to be a dragged-out affair. He regarded himself as a hungry wolf, and Song Ci as a lion. They would pounce and kill, confront each other head-on, and a victor should have been decided long ago!

Accompanied by Wu Yong's charge, Old Fourth Fatty, wearing his knuckle dusters, closely followed behind.

The riders of the convoy drew their long knives and short swords. For a time, the river surface was burning with fire, churning with strong winds, and swept by thunder. The extraordinary individuals of the Chengxin Society's Southern Hall surged forth, and the mist and ice shards on the river surface were shattered into haze and debris at this moment—

At the rear of the convoy…

Qi Lu set up his sniper rifle. He took a deep breath, and his Eagle Eye opened again.

In his vision, the shadow of that man instantly became blurred again. This blur was not a slight shaking of the dynamic perspective, but a real splitting.

Qi Lu felt like he was having an illusion.

Song Ci's figure changed from "one"… to nearly overlapping, while simultaneously branching out in all directions into "ten thousand."

Or, even more.

…

…

Wu Yong quickly approached Crow.

The man draped in a thin floral shirt had no weapons on his body, only a pair of fists.

He had been practicing the blade for twenty years.

The day his adoptive father brought him back to the Chengxin Society, he invited a very famous master of the blade from Yinghai to personally teach him the practical swordsmanship used to kill enemies. That master praised his talent, boasting that he was a genius rarely seen in ten years, and that his personality and the spirit of the blade were almost fused.

Among the sword techniques he cultivated, the fastest was the drawing blade technique. This sword technique was not gorgeous, and it did not have the posture of being as graceful as a startled swan or as sinuous as a swimming dragon. There was often only a smear of arc light, and it only bloomed after killing someone.

The perfected drawing blade technique is one where you cannot even see the blade being drawn.

The only sound is the crisp sound of the blade clicking into the sheath when it is returned. Then the head falls to the ground, and after that, the blade is slowly pulled out, and not even a drop of blood will stain the blade.

Killing people invisibly.

And on the day he completed his training, his master told him that the most important thing about this sword technique was not the speed of drawing the blade, but to always uphold the belief of certain victory. As long as you have the belief of certain victory, you can always deliver the fastest blade and win all duels.

But once you lose confidence in your blade…

Then the drawing blade technique also loses its hope of victory.

Wu Yong's drawing blade technique had never failed. He had killed high-level extraordinary individuals more than once. And this time was no exception. He was confident that as long as Crow allowed him to get close, he could kill Crow with his blade.

Soon.

Getting closer.

Wu Yong was stepping quickly with broken steps, his legs were invisible, his body was almost parallel to the river surface, like an arrow shot out, his eyes abandoned external objects, and only Song Ci was in his eyes.

The opponent did not dodge or evade.

Here!

Just before the moment of collision, Crow suddenly moved. His figure suddenly became blurred. This blur was something Wu Yong could not capture with his naked eyes. He felt like a cloud of shadows had swayed open in front of him, and one of the shadows suddenly lifted his foot and stomped down.

A cloud of river water suddenly exploded.

Wu Yong's pupils instantly contracted. He subconsciously wanted to draw his blade and cut through the water curtain, but the sense of crisis between life and death made him suppress the urge to draw his blade. He knew that this was the domain of the "sky's curtain," and everything was under the control of his eldest brother.

The next moment, the water droplets that exploded out of thin air instantly spread into extremely thin mist.

The master of the sky's curtain changed the characteristics of the river water.

The moment his vision returned, the hair on Wu Yong's back stood on end.

A black shadow flashed past his eyes.

Song Ci advanced instead of retreating, and charged forward violently at this moment. The two collided head-on.

"Clang—"

Drawing the blade.

It was no longer silently killing people. The noise of the blade being drawn was even more unpleasant than the distant cawing of Crow.

Wu Yong couldn't understand all of this—

In just an instant, Song Ci almost embraced him into his arms.

A palm was pressed on his hand. He wanted to draw his blade to kill the enemy, but every inch the long blade was drawn, it was pressed back an inch.

In the end, the cold light shattered inch by inch inside the sheath. Song Ci retracted his palm, letting Wu Yong draw his blade. What he drew out was only a sheath of fragments, and a tightly clenched hilt.

Song Ci looked calm, with no expression on his face, and just silently watched Wu Yong.

He was waiting for the other party's next response.

But Wu Yong didn't do anything. After he drew the hilt, he was stunned like a wooden sculpture.

At this moment, Wu Yong finally understood what his master's teachings before he completed his training meant… He still had another long blade around his waist, but at this moment, he didn't even have the courage to draw his blade.

He felt that he was very wrong.

Song Ci was indeed a lion.

But he was not a hungry wolf… but more like a ridiculous ant.

"Is that it?"

Song Ci spoke softly, and Wu Yong looked up blankly.

He saw a fist, getting bigger and bigger in his vision, and finally landed on his face.

Crow's fist hurt a lot.

This was something that everyone in the entire Chengxin Society knew… but only those who had actually been beaten knew how much this fist hurt.

"Boom!"

The water curtain shattered, and Wu Yong's body was punched into the river water, like a collapsing building.

Song Ci unceremoniously added a powerful kick when Wu Yong fell into the water, so the owner of this body was like a piece of slate thrown into the river, splashing one wave after another…

"Second Brother!"

A sorrowful roar resounded on the river surface.

This roar attracted Song Ci's attention.

He suddenly charged forward, and a knee strike hit Old Fourth Fatty, who was wearing knuckle dusters, on the jaw.

This time, it was a volley kick in the air.

The team of dozens of people running was dispersed by a bloated figure. Someone tried to catch the Southern Hall's fourth leader, but regretted it the moment they raised their hand. The enormous force transmitted directly fractured both arms.

Qi Lu, who was setting up his gun at the rear, was not pale because maintaining "Eagle Eye" consumed a lot of mental energy.

But because the scene in front of him was too terrifying.

One figure after another surrounded Song Ci, and then one figure after another was beaten and thrown high into the air, like sandbags and sacks.

The long night on the river beach was broken.

A group of sleeping crows flapped their wings and screamed loudly.

A disguised hungry wolf mingled into the flock of sheep, feasting.