Chapter 437 - I said a blade, so it's a blade

Translator: Aran

There was an excited light flickering in Ximen Yeshui's eyes, like he was a cat that was about to trespass on a shallow pond with lots of fatty fish. He could not wait to feast.

Wen Wan's hands also loosened on Little Nine.

But at this time, an unexpected change appeared.

There was a figure that walked out from deep within the place where the Brute Race envoys were staying. An expert that seemed like a Brute, under the accompaniment of hundreds of Brute Race soldiers, walked out from the street.

As the surrounding people saw this scene, they also became tense.

Was there really a great battle that was going to happen?

Everyone subconsciously retreated.

There was disdain in the eyes of the Brute warrior as he came to the front. His gaze passed by Gao Han and the others. It was unknown what his thoughts were, as he remained silent for tens of breaths. Gritting his teeth, he beckoned behind him.

There were several Brute Race soldiers that came from behind him.

Five in total.

They had all taken off their armour. Their muscular upper bodies covered in black tattoos were exposed, like they were five gigantic bears. They had snow white curved fangs and horns that belonged specially to soldiers of the Brute Race, a foot long. From their appearance, they seemed like beasts.

Gao Han was shaken.

These five Brute Race soldiers, were namely the five trash that had ruined those girls.

For the Brute Race envoys to bring them out, what were their intentions?

At this time, the leader of the Brute Race from far off let out a grunt. He opened his mouth, with strange sounding human language that Gao Han and the others could barely understand. Word by word, "Children of the Brute Race, will never be slaughtered by others. We will only die in battle, and we will not die in the execution blades of other races. If you want vengeance for those girls, then use the method of true, strong experts.”

As he finished, those five Brute Race soldiers began sneering and letting out roars of rage.

The human citizens from far off, seeing this scene, instantly let out a barrage of insults. There were even braver people far off that threw rocks from far away.

Gao Han finally understood the meaning of this Brute.

They wanted to fight?

He thought for a bit, then turned to look at the others. With a smile, "What do you think?"

Ximen Yeshui was evidently disappointed. He casually gave the five Brute Race soldiers a glance, then impatiently proposed, "Five, why don't we just completely overturn this den of Brutes. After all, they're not good people at all...”

Gao Han's lips twitched, then he completely ignored the proposal of this battle maniac.

Wen Wan pressed his lips together, not saying anything.

"This... we still need to replan and discuss. If we make a big issue out of this, it will not be beneficial towards the Lord..." Liu Jingyan said hesitatingly.

"That's right, that's right, making peace is best..." Dai Youmeng also seemed somewhat hesitant.

Gao Han smiled, then looked towards Yang Henshui and Li Changheng.

Yang Henshui did not say anything, but took step after step forward, Grabbing his elegant halberd that flickered with light, he held it in his hands.

"Who will come first to die?"

This frustrated blade expert, when he stepped onto the battlefield, he let out a fierce and acute will to do battle.

The five Brute Race soldiers looked at each other. The person at the right suddenly stood out with a sinister smile.

Te black tattoos on his body began flickering like black poisonous snakes. There was a black blade like tattoo that grew along his arm, finally reaching his hands, and transforming into a long giant blade.

The halberd in Yang Henshui's hands belonged to the huge category amongst the experts of the Human Race. But compared to the long blade held in the hands of the three meter tall Brute Race soldier, it was not even half the size.

Yang Henshui did not even say a word, swinging his blade out.

The blade qi was like a wave, cutting apart the air. One could visibly see the air exploding towards two sides. A sword qi line, in the time of a spark, cut out towards the Brute Race soldier.

That Brute Race soldier swung his blade to meet this blade qi.

Boom!

It was a battle of blade versus blade.

Power versus power.

Amidst the explosion, the long blade in the hands of the Brute Race soldier shattered and became pieces of black butterflies. His entire person flew out like a wooden puppet, wound after wound appearing on his right hand. You could faintly see white bone, and his muscles continued to tear towards his right shoulder.

"With your cultivation, you can't even receive half my move. To think you can block this blade... don't hide anymore, release the power that does not belong to you in your body. If you don't receive the next move, you won't have an opportunity anymore!" Yang Henshui faintly said.

With the halberd in his hand, stepping into the battlefield, he was a completely different person. He was no longer as silent and as dejected as before. The previously silent and wasted soldier was currently like a treasured sword that had been taken out of it's hilt. Its radiance was enough to pressure someone, he had a light that made others not dare stare directly at him.

The Brute Race soldiers evidently faintly understood Yang Henshui's meaning.

He roared loudly. Before the blood from this right hand had even dripped to the ground, it seemed as if it was alive. Under the golden thread that could not be discerned by normal eyes, such blood seeped into the black-coloured tattoos on his body...

There was an excited and painful expression on the face of this Brute Race soldier.

His fang elongated, his figure expanding. A terrifying energy exploded from his body, and his aura was like surging waves that madly rose...

"Kill you!"

The huge blade once again appeared, and there was the strange gold colour of the blade that flickered throughout emitting an aura of eeriness.

The Brute Race soldier charged towards him.

Yang Henshui was expressionless. Using a strange position, he held the halberd.

"Careful..." Gao Han could not help but shout out a warning.

Because after such a strange change had appeared on the Brute Race soldier, his power had grown to an unbelievable level. His level was absolutely not any lower than Yang Henshui’s, the long faint golden blade that had appeared in his hands had a forbidden energy that caused Gao Han's heart to pound.

The Brute Race soldier was cheating.

At this moment, Gao Han suddenly understood.

But it seemed that everything was already too late.

"Hahaha... I'll kill you with one strike!" Amidst Yang Henshui’s long roar, his figure moved, then like a bolt of lightning, he shot forward.

Without fear, without care.

With the blade in his hand, there was an enemy in front of him.

Kill!

A gust of wind blew Yang Henshui's hair.

In his clearly defined square face, there was a determination that could not be regarded fully at that instant. There was the unmovable will to move forward that truly belong to a soldier flickering in his eyes.

In the air.

The two long blades clashed again.

A sparkling light exploded. At that moment, everyone could not help but close their eyes. It was as if there was suddenly another sun in the air. A piercing light covered everything in sight, and even the white flowers had lost their splendour.

In a flash.

The light faded.

Everyone could see Yang Henshui walk step by step, his gait stable as he walked out from the battlefield. He held the blade in his hands, walking against the light, as if he was a hero that had returned from a hundred battles.

From far off.

The figures of the Brute Race soldier quivered, then suddenly turned into tens of pieces. He was like stacking blocks that suddenly collapsed.

The big head rolled several times on the ground, it's eyes large and opened wide. It was as if he did not believe he would die like this even until the moment of his death!

"Officer Yang, you...!“

Gao Han wanted to go assist Yang Henshui.

Because the Yang Henshui coming towards them seemed incomparably tragic.

A blade wound extended from his left shoulder to his right hip. Thankfully, the blade wound was not deep. But this wasn’t the most terrifying injury. Because half his face seemed to have been burnt by fire, and had lost it's form. Burnt wounds covered all around him, as if he was wood that had been touched by flames. It was hard to believe that he was still alive!

"I am fine... I can still endure this. Don't worry, this is my first battle in twenty years. It's worth it even if I die!” There was a trace of satisfaction in Yang Henshui's voice.

"Why must you fight hard with hard. The power in that Brute's body does not belong to him. As long as you delay and avoid him for a bit, he would not be able to endure it for too long..." Gao Han sighed.

At this time, the seven Envoys of Light could already tell that there was a surge of external power that was forced into the Brute Race soldier by true experts from the Brute Race envoys. This was a terrifying energy that was left in the bodies of these soldiers. If it exploded, it was enough to instantly kill a Bitter Sea stage expert at the early stages of the Bitter Sea.

But Yang Hengshui smiled..

"I said I would would use only one strike, so it's only one strike. The words of a soldier will never change..." His eyes suddenly became incomparably gentle, as if he had suddenly thought of something. He held the blade in his right hand, his left hand stroking the body of the blade, as if he was touching the skin of his most beloved woman. "Old comrade, you've tasted the blood of the Brutes, will you regain the will you had in the past?"

The halberd faintly vibrated, letting out a hum.

As if it was replying Yang Henshui.

Gao Han was taken aback.

Wen Wan and Ximen Yeshui looked towards Yang Henshui, their gazes changed. This was the first time they had expressions of admiration as they looked towards the military person that was ridiculously silent.

There was only Dai Youmeng and Liu Jingyan who had lowered heads. It was unknown what their thoughts were.

Because of these series of movements, the burnt skin on his face instantly cracked. Shocking blood and flesh lines began to get exposed as a surge of scorching alien power was evidently still destroying and corroding him within his body.

His body quivered, but he ultimately still remained standing where he was.

" I will leave the other four to you." Yang Henshui held his blade as he stood where he was, his expression calm.

"Hahaha..." Li Changheng suddenly let out a long laugh.

"Old Yang, you're really amazing. Today, it seems I've met the true you." The noble young man walked towards the Brute Race soldier holding a wine gourd, his long hair and robes fluttering. Loudly, "However, I will also make you meet the true me."

Li Changheng acted.

At that time, there was a heaven shattering round of applause and cheers that emitted from the crowd far away. After their initial shock, those that had reacted, felt there was something within their bodies burning, that could not wait to be released.

That blade, that person...

That wine gourd, that person...

As well as those words!

It was as if the courage that had been suppressed by fear deep within their bodies was suddenly encouraged out. It could not be stopped as it possessed everyone's bodies.

The crowd moved forward step by step.

Even though they did not have the ability to aid the brave warriors who protected the dignity of the Human Race, but at least they could show the meagerest of support.

This was everyone's thinking.

Boom!

There was another terrifying explosion that appeared from the battlefield.

A resplendent light once again appeared.

This time, nearly everyone, even if they were hurt by the blinding white light, did not close their eyes. They patiently waited for the moment when the light would fade and the dust would settle, expectantly waiting for the result of the second battle.

A long laughter emitted.

Li Changheng elegantly walked out. There was no trace of any injuries on his face, his handsome appearance and his frivolous smile enough to make the most beautiful girl infatuated and screech.

"Haha, old Yang, do you admit defeat?" He laughed greatly.

Yang Henshui's as well as everyone's gaze, landed on him.

Because apart from his unharmed face and head, on the chest and stomach of Li Changheng, there were many grevious wounds. All his muscles had nearly been completely burnt, and one could faintly see that the organs inside were also completely black. Black-coloured blood dripped down, forming footprint after footprint...

Yang Henshui pressed his lips together: "Even if he dies, he needs his face!

Li Changheng bit his teeth. Go away. I'm different from you, I still need this face to charm thousands of girls, of course I have to protect this face. With your square face, it's no different even if it's destroyed..."

Then they both laughed.