Chapter 365: Pride Blade

Li City University, Nanji District, 4:16 in the morning.

When Team War Tiger rushed to the running track of the university, they saw the same evil altar, robed monsters oftering themselves as sacrifices, and the crimson light beam shooting into the sky.

Wu Dahai didn’t let the chance to show off go. The robed monsters were effectively living targets that didn’t move.

He summoned lightning to strike down on the altar and its surrounding area, killing the robed monsters. Then Mischievous Monkey manipulated earth elements to flip the altar upside down. The beam of light instantly disappeared.

Mission completed, just like that.

The moment everyone wondered if things were too easy, War Tiger, Qing Ling, and White Rabbit sensed a powerful killing intent quickly approaching from the side.

War Tiger didn’t even have the time to warn the others. He leapt to the side, grabbing Wu Dahai and Fat Jun by their waists, bringing them to safety roughly but efficiently.

Qing Ling dodged to the right as well, tackling Songstress to the ground.

Activating Jump, White Rabbit grabbed Lovely Lamb and leapt more than ten meters away.

Swoosh!

The moment the three sprang to action, an invisible current slashed vertically. The others didn’t have the time to react—they didn’t even know what happened. All they sensed was the air around them twisting suddenly.

Goldthread stood among his companions, turning to see one of them standing at the heart of the twisted air.

The man stared ahead wide-eyed, expression stunned and body unmoving.

“Old Xie?” Goldthread called out softly lest he triggered a terrible calamity.

The man named Old Xie didn’t say anything, nor did he show any reaction.

Then he split, literally, having been bisected from his head to under his nether region like firewood cut in half by ax.

Blood splattered in all directions, hitting all those around him and painting their vision red.

“Old Xie!” Goldthread shouted.

Swoosh.

Another sharp current came, but horizontally.

“Hah!”

Arms crossed before his chest, Dead Pig crouched down and shielded Goldthread and the others with his large, strongly-built body.

They heard the sound of blades cutting flesh open. Dead Pig scowled, but maintained his position.

Under the moonlight, his powerful muscles were as hard as metal.

Yet the next second, his steel-like body was torn open, splattering blood everywhere.

On his thick strong arms was a large, ugly gash, the skin and flesh torn to reveal the bones underneath.

Dead Pig couldn’t be more shocked. Not even bombs could do anything to him given his high defense, yet such a serious injury had been inflicted on him.

His arms dropped to his sides, useless. It would take at least three minutes for them to recover.

“Scatter!”

Goldthread yelled, breaking out of his stunned paralysis.

There was no time to mourn those they had lost. They scattered in different directions.

Meanwhile, War Tiger had drawn the Green Dog Demon Blade from his back.

He looked at their enemy.

From the end of the running track, a hundred meters away, a dark figure walked slowly toward them. Dressed in black ancient-style clothes, he was wearing a black bamboo hat missing half of its brim, a

dao

, a single-edged sword, tied to his waist.

Night wind swept, rustling the hems of his black shirt and the string tied to his bamboo hat.

He looked like a swordsman from ancient times.

Taking deliberate steps, he stopped twenty meters from War Tiger.

War Tiger got a clear look of the lower face under the bamboo hat. It was an old man with deeply-etched wrinkles and facial features that showed his age, yet his presence alone exuded unstoppable killing intent.

“Shadowstalker?” War Tiger asked.

“Wei, Pride Blade.” The old man didn’t seem eager to talk.

War Tiger suddenly put on a servile smile. “There’s no bad blood between us, Sir Wei. Why don’t we call it a day? We’ll get out of here, promise.”

Holding Lovely Lamb in her arms, White Rabbit was stunned.

When a teammate had been killed and Dead Pig seriously injured, War Tiger still attempted to talk peace.

That meant the pride monster was incredibly dangerous, so much so that even War Tiger wasn’t confident that he could win, and he didn’t want more people to be killed.

“Either you all die, or I do,” Wei responded concisely.

“No deal then.” War Tiger raised his weapon at Wei, revealing his murderous aura.

Left hand holding the sheath, Wei took a step back and crouched slightly to hold the hilt of the sword with his right hand.

It was red all around them, the running track covered in a layer of blood fog. Three seconds crawled by silently as the night wind blew.

Thud.

War Tiger charged at Wei like a ghost.

At the same time, Wei unsheathed his weapon.

Not even White Rabbit, who was fifty meters from Wei, was able to see the motion of him drawing the blade. All she caught was a sliver of cold, fierce arc of light.

She activated Jump immediately and tackled Fat Jun.

Narrowly dodging Wei’s slash, War Tiger continued to charge at the pride monster.

The slash, however, continued far to reach Fat Jun. He would’ve died if not for White Rabbit.

Clang!

A second later, War Tiger’s blade collided with Wei’s.

A current burst from their feet, dispersing the blood fog for a short moment.

In terms of endurance, War Tiger was no match for the fighter type, but he was confident in not losing to anyone in terms of short-term explosive power.

Wei, however, had blocked his blade perfectly while standing in his spot, and it didn’t seem like he had exerted himself much.

Were all pride monsters like him?

What ridiculous power.

From a short distance came Songstress’ gentle, ethereal singing voice. She had activated Requiem.

Under the brim of his hat, Wei’s eyes twitched. War Tiger could sense the blade blocking his ease off a little.

Yet it was only for a fleeting moment. A second later, Wei exerted even greater power and threw War Tiger off balance. With a side step, he made a swing at an incredible speed.

The blade aura shot toward Songstress, catching her completely off guard. When she sensed the danger, there was only one second left for her to react.

Swoosh!

A second later, she vanished.

After the aura flew past where she had been, it was Bone Man who appeared.

At the last moment, Bone Man had saved Songstress with Displacement, taking advantage of the delay in his reappearance.

Swoosh.

Yet half a second after he reappeared, an aura hit him horizontally and cut his chest open.

Bone Man fancied himself a bold but careful man. He rarely made mistakes, let alone a fatal one like this.

How?

What went wrong?

His eyes were brimming with shock, confusion, and frustration. He slowly looked down. Blood spurted out of his chest in large volume, dyeing his clothes red.

Diagonally, his chest split. Blood gushed out along with still-warm internal organs. While his torso hadn’t been completely cut in half by the blade aura, it was a close thing.

He collapsed to the ground, eyes wide even after his death.