Chapter 283: Chapter 282: Tit for Tat
At that mont, an alarm suddenly sounded from the base of Musashi Mountain, signaling that it was under attack.
"Good timing!" the Shadow Stream Master said coldly.
He hadn’t expected the King of Heaven to be so bold as to actually attack Musashi Mountain. That must an the King of Heaven had stolen the mountain’s defensive map. Yet, the Shadow Stream Master was not at all anxious. He still saw the King of Heaven as the sa man from two months ago. More importantly, he had made a deal with the Nine-tailed Demon Fox, so he had no fear, even if the defensive plans were compromised.
Ye Fan led his squad, carving a path up the mountain. Along the way, the Japanese Martial Artists with their bizarre movents were no match for him, and he cut through them with unstoppable montum.
In the central area of Musashi Mountain, he rendezvoused with Black Fog.
"Charge!"
"Yes, sir!"
He and Black Fog moved out swiftly. About an hour later, they finally fought their way to the Musashi Sect base. They had started with over seventy n, but now only about forty remained. The defenses of Musashi Mountain were truly astonishing. If not for their presence, their entire force would have likely been annihilated.
Upon reaching the Musashi Sect base, they were faced by more than two hundred Japanese Martial Artists. Standing before them was the very man Ye Fan wanted to kill: the Shadow Stream Master.
The Shadow Stream Master declared, "You dare to invade the Musashi Base!"
"Why wouldn’t I dare, Shadow Stream Master?" Ye Fan said coldly. "I told you before that I would repay the pain you caused
twofold. Now, it’s ti for you to pay your debt."
The Shadow Stream Master smiled. "Is that so? Are you not afraid of never returning?"
"Why should I be afraid? Shadow Stream Master, this is the final battle between you and . Do you dare accept?"
"As if I’d be afraid of you!"
"King of Heaven, this ti I will show you the aning of despair!"
He strode toward Ye Fan, and the two faced each other from a distance. This ti, his katana was not as dazzling, instead emitting a dark, ominous gleam. Ye Fan, in turn, drew the Yuanhong Sword.
Gazing at the Yuanhong Sword and feeling the astonishing killing intent radiating from its blade, the Shadow Stream Master scoffed inwardly. He switched to another sword!
His own katana was specially forged from the Nine-tailed Coat to counter the Starry Sky Iron Stone Sword, but he never expected Ye Fan to change weapons. The sharpened Yuanhong Sword was exquisite in every detail. Its magnificent appearance was far superior to the crude form of the Starry Sky Iron Stone Sword; this new blade was flawless, with perfect proportions, dinsions, and design.
Even so, the Shadow Stream Master was absolutely confident he would defeat Ye Fan. A gorgeous sword like that is for appreciation, not combat. I’m certain my katana, forged from the Nine-tailed Coat, can shatter his weapon.
However, the Shadow Stream Master seed to have guessed wrong this ti. What Ye Fan held was the Yuanhong Sword—the very blade that had shattered the Starry Sky Iron Stone Sword. It was a Sword of Slaughter, forged in the Pre-Qin Period and passed down to this day.
At this mont, the Shadow Stream Master stated coldly, "You’re just soone I’ve defeated before. You were then, and you are now. Did you really think you could stage a coback and defeat ? You’re too naive. Even if I gave you more ti to prepare, you would still be a defeated general, both now and in the future. This ti, I will utterly exterminate you!"
Ye Fan responded disdainfully, "Don’t be so absolute. I have grown. Now, I am more than strong enough to kill you!"
"Is that so?"
The Shadow Stream Master lunged at Ye Fan.
"Go!" Black Fog yelled, leading his subordinates into battle against the Shadow Stream Master’s troops.
anwhile, Ye Fan moved swiftly, engaging the Shadow Stream Master in a direct confrontation.
CLANG!
The two swords collided. The Shadow Stream Master was brimming with confidence, certain that his katana, forged from the coat of the Nine-tailed Demon Fox, would be enough to sever the longsword in Ye Fan’s hands.
However, the unexpected happened. The sword in Ye Fan’s hands was completely unscathed. Instead, it was the Shadow Stream Master’s own arm that throbbed with a searing pain from the impact.
"Again!" Ye Fan shouted.
Amid a flash of blades, sparks flew wildly. After another clash, Ye Fan stood his ground, putting so distance between himself and his opponent.
The Shadow Stream Master’s arm trembled. Under the moonlight, his blood trickled onto his katana.
"Why?" he roared, unable to accept it. He hadn’t expected this to happen. It all felt so unreal. His arm ached intensely.
Lifting his katana once more, he shouted at Ye Fan, "Your sword... it possesses such hidden power! It seems I underestimated you."
"It’s not that my sword has hidden power," Ye Fan replied coldly. "It’s that you’re a frog in a well, unable to see how vast the world of Martial Arts truly is. Soone with your ager Emperor Level strength can hardly be called strong!"
Stung by Ye Fan’s words, the Shadow Stream Master responded coldly, "I refuse to believe your sword is so heaven-defying."
He lunged forward again. Watching the Shadow Stream Master charge, Ye Fan said coldly, "Then let
show you the aning of the Cross and Diagonal Sword Technique."
"Returning to the Sect Sword—Break!" he roared as his sword crashed against the Shadow Stream Master’s katana.
CLANG!
The initial clash was followed by two more in rapid succession, as neither man relented. After the third impact, the Shadow Stream Master’s katana shattered before his very eyes.
Not good!
The Shadow Stream Master sensed the danger and tried to retreat, but he was a step too late.
Ye Fan’s sword swept down. Although the Shadow Stream Master managed to save his throat from the fatal blow, he couldn’t save his arm—Ye Fan’s sword pierced straight through his shoulder. Ye Fan surged forward, pinning the stumbling Shadow Stream Master against the wall. The tip of the Yuanhong Sword had passed clean through his body and was now embedded in the wall behind him.
"Ah!" the Shadow Stream Master scread.
He was filled with indignant rage. His sword, forged from the Nine-tailed Coat, had been shattered, and his confidence along with it. He struck out at Ye Fan with a furious palm.
Ye Fan was hit and sent flying backward. The Shadow Stream Master slumped, half-kneeling on the ground.
He was in despair. His confidence had been crushed by Ye Fan ti and again, and he didn’t know what to do.
"Protect the lord!"
A group of Japanese Martial Artists suddenly abandoned their fight with Black Fog’s troops and rushed toward Ye Fan.
"Trying to protect your master? Not a chance!"
"Fu Hu!" a booming voice roared as a figure leaped into the crowd. He attacked with overwhelming force, and in an instant, more than a dozen Japanese Martial Artists were dead.
It was Nangong.
He and his troops swept in from behind, ferociously tearing through any opponent they encountered. Nangong was an absolute at grinder, a reaper of lives. Anyone who crossed his path was utterly annihilated, and this ti was no exception.
There’s another expert! the Shadow Stream Master realized in shock. He had assud Ye Fan was the one who destroyed the database, but now he knew it had been Nangong. What an incredibly domineering Martial Artist.
Ye Fan also charged forward, joining the rciless slaughter. About ten minutes later, the only ones left standing were Ye Fan’s n.
Nangong stood before Ye Fan.
At that mont, Ye Fan walked up to the Shadow Stream Master. "Shadow Stream Master, your end has co. Now, let
take your head!"
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