The Genius System Without Equal - Chapter 238
Chapter 238: Blood battle
A dozen or so of the black-clads had now surrounded Xiao Luo, ready to strike at once. He eyed them steadily, with a savage look on his face, then broke into a smile. The moment his assailants closed in, he swirled his body around, bending his knees, with his nine-ringed sword extended. As the blade swished through the air, a visible line could be seen as it sliced through the heavy downpour. Light reflected off the tip of the blade, drawing a bright line as the sword traveled through its swing arch. The assailants screamed, but once, before falling. Their torsos almost severed in two, blood flowed out, staining the soaked ground around them a darker shade.
“Hah!”
Xiao Luo let out a frightful bellow, and it sounded like a cruel laugh as he slowly gazed toward the remaining men with a grim expression. As he raised himself to his full height, Xiao Luo appeared like a supernatural being, thirsting for blood. And the next moment, Xiao Luo tore into the company of men, standing rooted like a flock of lamb waiting to be slaughtered. His nine-ringed sword rose and fell, and everywhere he struck, blood sprayed through the air. The remaining thirty or forty elite guards stood no chance, all they saw was the flash of a blade before their chests and necks were cut open.
Xiao Luo flicked his blade to shake off the blood, then turned around. Thirty to forty bodies lay on the ground in his wake, none were left standing.
The villa yard was a scene of bloody slaughter, littered with countless bodies and limbs. The soaked ground was turned dark with blood, and it foamed, agitated by the relentless rain pouring from the sky. It now resembled a boiling pool of blood.
Covered in blood, Xiao Luo stood motionless amid the carnage, with his nine-ringed sword in hand. His blood-shot eyes glowed fiercely, like the eyes of the devil himself. It was a chilling sight and showed the effects of the Yi Jinjing technique, which greatly increased his power and durability, and for a short time, making Xiao Luo invincible.
Long Sankui trembled at the display of skill and strength. Little did he expect Xiao Luo to retain his power and fighting mettle after the vicious cuts he received at the hands of his guards. He was like a wild beast, emanating a dreadful aura filled with murderous intent.
Xiao Luo then dashed across the bloody ground to where Hei Lang lay. He had lost his left arm, and his body was broken, he stared at Xiao Luo, knowing what was to come. With a sweep of his blade, Xiao Luo sliced off his head just above his eyes. Brain matter spewed out with copious amounts of blood and splattered on the ground. Xiao Luo threw a hefty kick, and the lifeless body flew several meters away. He then turned toward Long Sankui and pointed his sword directly at his arch-foe.
Xiao Luo hollered, his voice echoed through the air, hoarse and threatening, with a clear message of his intention.
“Long Sankui, come at me if you dare!”
Bai Ling lay close to him, but he ignored the option. At that point, Long Sankui had only one thing on his mind. His pride and mien as the head of the Dragon Gang made him answer to the challenge. He took a deep breath, raised his hands in a circular motion, and brought both his open palms together in a thunderous clap. His body exploded with his internal force, causing the rain to be pushed away from his body as the energy ripped through the air. The traditional Shanghai robe he donned tore into shreds, and pieces of cloth floated around him, before falling lightly to the floor. Underneath, he wore a black short-sleeved top that exposed his thick arms, and the dragon tattoo embellished both of them.
With a loud roar, Xiao Luo advanced, taking ten quick steps forward, then stomping hard on the ground, he leaped high in the air toward Long Sankui.
He soared toward his quarry, appearing Like a screaming eagle homing in for the kill, a god of death descending from the skies.
As he poised his nine-ringed sword for the strike, a clap of thunder rumbled from above, reverberating in the air as flashes from the skies cast sinister shadows across the ground. Even the Gods seemed to be sending a message.
“You little rotten scoundrel!”
Long Sankui howled, his face was twisted in a hideous grimace. Standing with his feet wide apart, he brought to bear his heavy glaive, the Green Dragon, and parried the blow.
CLANG!
Metal met metal, and a fearsome ring resonated around them.
A great force erupted from the impact, and the ground where Long Sankui was standing suddenly cracked as the enormous energy flowed down into it. The gravel-paved ground split and channeled the surface water to new routes.
Xiao Luo was not thrown back from the powerful clash of blades. He instantly followed up with a series of thrusts and slashes, without respite for his foe.
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!
But Long Sankui was up to the task. The Green Dragon battled it out with the nine-ringed sword, blow by blow. The swordplay was ferocious and swift, and sparks flew from their blades as the two adversaries wrested for supremacy in a murderous bout that filled the air with the din of clashing swords.
In the brief time they fought, the two had faced hundreds of exchanges and were now still going hard at each other. Lord Sankui’s strength was phenomenal, and he put up a stiff defense against Xiao Luo’s violent attacks.
TWACK!
Xiao Luo evaded a heavy blow from the glaive, and the blade hit the ground, gouging a deep furrow in the surface as loose gravel was thrown in all directions. Long Sankui dashed fiercely toward Xiao Luo, slashing with the Green Dragon.
As the crescent-bladed glaive swept parallel to the ground, Xiao Luo defended himself, keeping behind his vertically positioned weapon, with his other hand braced on the back of the sword.
CLANG!
The two forces collided in a spectacular crash. An invisible bubble of energy formed around the combatants and the rain falling close to it instantly vaporized into a mist. The tremendous impact recoiled into both Long Sankui and Xiao Luo, making them stagger a few steps back.
FLASH! CLAP!
At that very moment, a flash of lightning streaked in the night sky, followed by a peal of thunder. The Gods were definitely watching.
The rain continued to pour unabated, and the winds howled in eerie screams. The entire Jiangcheng was inundated by the fierce torrential storm.
Xiao Luo and Long Sankui stood five to six meters apart, two contrasting figures, staring at each other with fierce eyes. Long Sankui had taken a wound to his chest, and now blood flowed out heavily.
“You scum, I will take your life!”
Long Sankui’s fighting spirit was rekindled with an overwhelming surge of rage and hatred, and he felt renewed energy flush through his body. He charged towards Xiao Luo like an angry bull. In a last ditched effort, he wielded his heavy glaive and delivered a tremendous blow at Xiao Luo with frightening power.
Xiao Luo readied himself to face the oncoming charge, his expression equally fierce and determined. Studying Long Sankui’s approach carefully, he parried the violent blow with his nine-ringed sword.
CLANG!
The two weapons clashed fiercely as the combatants swung them with the full might of their inner force. The impact erupted in a shrill, piercing report, like a large bell being struck. An incredible wall of energy ripped through the ground like a nuclear blast.
The Green Dragon blade flew out of Long Sankui’s hands and was flung to the ground forcefully. And where it had landed, water splashed up several meters high like a wave.
The nine-ringed sword in Xiao Luo’s hand was also knocked away and spun high in the air. It landed a short distance from him, coming to rest with its tip lodged straight into the ground, quivering.
Having lost their weapons, the two fought with their bare hands. They threw their fists and feet at each other in their respective fighting styles, constantly moving about searching for an opening to strike a vital spot. By this time, Long Sankui was badly bruised and fighting on with a bloodied nose and swollen face. His face was cut by several punches from Xiao Luo’s quick hands, and blood flowed from those wounds. At the same time, Xiao Luo also suffered several damaging blows to his body.
Then, seeing an opportunity, Xiao Luo bounded forward, twisting his body as he sailed through the air. He smashed into Long Sankui with a loud roar, striking furiously at him with precise blows and forcing him to retreat backward.
Despite being pushed back, Long Sankui did not show any signs of losing his fighting mettle. But he was taken aback by the fact that Xiao Luo had not succumbed to any of the serious injuries he had sustained. It seemed that his strength had not been diminished at all. In his heart, he already had a foreboding that he would lose. Xiao Luo was a monster that could not be fathomed.
Long Sankui suddenly stopped retreating to meet Xiao Luo’s offense head-on. Xiao Luo moved his hands in an intricate swirling pattern, his quick movements flashing with a strange energy. Long Sankui moved in to counter the attack, but his entire body was instantly thrown back. He staggered.
Xiao Luo immediately grabbed a corpse lying on the ground by the ankle, and swinging it like a bat, repeatedly struck Long Sankui.
Bash! Bash! Bash!
Defending himself, Long Sankui’s ten hardened fingers, as sharp as the claws of an eagle, tore the corpse to shreds.
Distracted by the flailing corpse, Long Sankui left an opening, and Xiao Luo pummeled his clenched right fist through, striking Long Sankui a heavy blow to the chest.
POW!
Long Sankui was thrown back sailing through the air. Blood oozed out from the corner of his mouth, and his body convulsed uncontrollably.
“Long Sankui, it’s over!”
Xiao Luo grinned. Without waiting for Long Sankui to recover, he immediately leaped at his fallen foe and struck another fierce blow.