Chapter 37: Fierce Battle

The moment the sword light flashed, Su Tang’s body was knocked backward. His other consciousness, or rather several other consciousnesses, made a judgment simultaneously. He did not have time to turn around, and activating the Mask was useless because the Mask’s effect released slowly; he could not hold on for that long. Moreover, the enemy’s sword wind was sharp and his footwork was swift, proving that the opponent’s style excelled in agility.

His remaining life was already so short that it could be counted in seconds. Whether it was a few seconds or dozens of seconds, he did not know, but he knew he must not give the enemy a chance to fully utilize their strengths. He had to succeed with a single blow.

The only weapon he had left was his own body!

Puff… The sword light flashed and vanished. The blade pierced through Su Tang’s back and exited through his chest. Blood sprayed out like a fountain, staining the young Martial Artist’s right arm bright red.

The young Martial Artist was stunned for a moment. What was he doing?! Moreover, the spraying blood carried Su Tang’s body heat, hot and sticky, a feeling that made his scalp tingle. At this moment, he still did not realize that the continuity of the sword move and the changes in footwork had all been locked down by Su Tang’s own body.

Su Tang’s momentum did not stop. His head snapped back, and the back of his skull crashed directly into the young Martial Artist’s face. From the start of the counterattack until now, all the attacks Su Tang released were the simplest, most direct, and hardest to defend against, because he wanted to fight for every single second.

The young Martial Artist let out a wail and covered his face with both hands. He saw stars from the impact, and his consciousness was shaken. He involuntarily let go of the longsword to protect his injured area; this was a survival instinct.

Su Tang still did not turn around. His left elbow swung backward, hitting the young Martial Artist right below the ribs.

The young Martial Artist’s wail stopped abruptly, and his eyes widened. A large section of his ribs had clearly collapsed inward.

Only then did Su Tang turn around. He felt his strength fading rapidly, and his vision began to blur, but he would never give up before all the enemies fell.

Su Tang reached out his left hand, grabbed the young Martial Artist’s jaw, and lifted it upward. Then he extended his right hand and caught the scabbard falling from the air.

In fact, from the moment Su Tang started his counterattack until now, only a very short amount of time had passed. The scabbard was the proof.

When the young Martial Artist had rested the longsword on his shoulder and decided to strike, he had tossed the scabbard into the air and then pounced on Su Tang. By the time he was defeated, the scabbard had just fallen from the air; the action of Su Tang turning around had taken up most of that time.

Su Tang did not know what material the scabbard was made of, but he felt it was very tough. That was enough. He raised his hand and stabbed the scabbard violently into the young Martial Artist’s mouth.

The young Martial Artist waved his hands desperately, appearing as if he wanted to grab something, but he could not grasp anything at all.

Su Tang let go. Less than a foot of the scabbard remained outside the young Martial Artist’s mouth. As Su Tang released his grip, the young Martial Artist fell headfirst to the ground. His body twitched incessantly in a strange posture; his body was stiff, and only his hands and feet flailed around, like a fish skewered on an iron rod.

Ugh… The girl who had been knocked down earlier let out a faint moan. Her face had been crushed by Su Tang’s punch, but the injury was not yet fatal.

Su Tang turned around once more and walked slowly toward the girl. He reached out, grabbed her hair, and yanked her up. Then, he pulled the dagger from his own chest and belly, held it across the girl’s throat, and slashed hard. A deep wound that reached the bone immediately appeared on the girl’s throat, and the moaning stopped. The blood flowing from Su Tang’s chest and belly splashed onto the girl’s collar, mixing with her own blood. In the blink of an eye, the girl’s clothes turned completely into blood-stained garments.

Tie Canghai felt a chill throughout his body. He was a peak Battle Fighter, only one step away from becoming a Grandmaster, and his combat experience was very rich. But in his entire life, he had never seen an opponent like Su Tang, who released his will in such a tragic way—resolute, without hesitation, cruel to the enemy, and equally cruel to himself!

If he had the same strength as Su Tang and suffered several wounds, could he have done better than Su Tang? Absolutely impossible! Tie Canghai had the self-awareness to know this.

Tie Canghai’s fingertips trembled slightly. To him, the fight between the Martial Artists was full of loopholes. For example, he could easily avoid the burst of energy Su Tang had fired. However, he was afraid… as for what exactly he was afraid of, he could not say clearly.

Tie Canghai had a vague premonition: if Su Tang became a demon in the future, he would surely be a devil; if he became a god, he would be a fierce god!

No, this boy must not be left alive! Tie Canghai’s expression became solemn as if facing a great enemy. He pressed his palm on the windowsill, about to jump down.

If other experts had been present and seen Tie Canghai in this state, they would certainly have laughed. Even a fool could see that Su Tang was about to die; was there a need to be so nervous?

Finally, Su Tang fell to one knee on the ground, but he refused to let his other knee touch the ground no matter what. He propped himself up firmly with both hands. His body involuntarily tilted forward, pushed himself up, tilted again, and pushed himself up again.

What exactly was that burst of energy Su Tang had released earlier? Tie Canghai suddenly thought of a question. He had never heard of such a mysterious Martial Formula. Could he be… a direct disciple of the Three Great Heaven Gates? Tie Canghai’s face turned slightly pale, and he slowly sat back down.

The young man at the end of the street saw the incredibly tragic scene of slaughter and could no longer laugh. He was almost frightened into turning and running away. Now, seeing Su Tang exhausted and unable to support himself, he summoned his courage. He suddenly threw away his feather fan, drew the longsword from his waist, and strode toward Su Tang.

“Bastard! Bastard!!! Who the hell do you think you’re trying to scare? Come on… get up and fight three hundred rounds with me! Hahaha…” he roared while waving the longsword.

The pedestrians on the street had already been terrified by the bloody slaughter in the distance. Suddenly, another person appeared behind them, and the crowd immediately fell into chaos.

At this moment, Su Tang still did not want to fall. He was unwilling! However, the speed at which he tilted forward became faster and faster, while the action of pushing himself up became more difficult each time, and his body shook violently.

“Come on! Come on…” The young man got closer and closer to Su Tang.

Up in the teahouse, Tie Canghai was still staring intently at Su Tang. Besides the fear from before, a bit of respect appeared in his eyes. He suddenly realized why he had been unable to make any progress for ten whole years; it was because he lacked this kind of unyielding fighting spirit!

“That dog thief, don’t you dare leave!!” A roar came from the distance. Chief Qiao, holding a heavy sword in each hand, strode forward. They had been drinking in a tavern when they suddenly saw pedestrians running in all directions. They came out to see what was happening and spotted the blood-covered Su Tang.

“Young Master… you bastard, I’ll fight you to the death!!” Zhao Baoping followed behind Chief Qiao, holding a brick.

“Zhao Liangdong, are you crazy?!” the middle-aged man cried out in horror.

The young man waving the longsword woke up as if from a dream. He stood frozen for a moment, then suddenly dropped the sword, turned around, and ran. With his intelligence, he understood that having his name called out in the street meant he was in big trouble!