Published: March 7, 2025
CHAPTER 43: Saint Level Sparring... Worth It
The blade of the flying knife was caught by Chu Yang, and the sharp edge connected with flesh in an instant, blood flowing profusely. Yet the remaining force was still tremendous, propelling Chu Yang’s right hand toward Dong Wushang's back!
But the speed of the flying knife finally slowed down!
Just a brief moment of slowdown!
Chu Yang’s body was also pushed to the side by this ferocious force; without time to think, he shouted wildly and instinctively reached out with his left hand, grabbing the knife tip tightly!
The knife tip broke through Chu Yang’s palm bone, and the Nine Heavens Divine Skill was nearly breached in an instant, blood spraying out violently! Chu Yang’s wrist flipped sharply, using the gaps in his bones to firmly wedge the blade; he had to block it! If he didn’t, his brother would die!
At this moment, Chu Yang had only this thought in his mind!
He had not even considered that this was Young Master Wei’s doing!
At this time, the Sword Spirit finally reacted; it moved immediately!
The power of the flying knife continued to surge, forcefully slamming Chu Yang's body against Dong Wushang's back, both of them crashing out together!
The flying knife pierced through both of Chu Yang’s hands like a sugar-coated haws, then stabbed into Dong Wushang's body. After some cushioning, it changed direction and embedded itself in Dong Wushang's shoulder!
The two were impaled together by this flying knife!
Fortunately, the Sword Spirit had managed to block it at the last moment; otherwise, this knife could have pierced through both of Chu Yang's hands and stabbed into Dong Wushang's back!
Only at this moment did the air where the knife had passed suddenly let out a sharp ‘whoosh’, a white smoke rising and dissipating.
Chu Yang fell, immediately springing back up to pull the knife out of Dong Wushang's shoulder. His hands were still impaled together, leaving him no time to deal with it. His anger had reached a boiling point as he suddenly turned around and shouted furiously, “Why?!”
Dong Wushang jumped up from the ground, seeing Chu Yang’s hands impaled together. In a fit of rage, he roared out loud, drawing the Ink Blade weighing five hundred seventy pounds from his back. His eyes were bloodshot, and his body shot up like a black lightning bolt, recklessly charging at Young Master Wei!
This strike was made without any defense! A powerful rage, fueled by being deceived; at this moment, Dong Wushang had completely lost his rationality!
Blood was gushing from his shoulder as spiritual energy surged violently, but he had forgotten everything else!
Despicable scoundrel! Unworthy of being called a master!
To have taken advantage of someone’s unpreparedness and attack from behind!
My brother! My boss, has his hands completely ruined to block a knife for me!
At this moment, Dong Wushang forgot everything! He only knew he wanted to kill the person in front of him! He never even considered that he was not the opponent’s match at all!
Young Master Wei’s figure flickered, with a complex expression, as he dodged Dong Wushang’s giant blade. His body floated toward Chu Yang like smoke. Dong Wushang’s formidable strike shook the earth; it enveloped a ten-zhang radius; Young Master Wei should not have had any space to evade.
But he simply flickered and bizarrely evaded!
Dong Wushang, enraged, pursued, but after Young Master Wei dodged, he had already reached Chu Yang’s side, one hand hovering over Chu Yang’s head, shouting, “Stop!”
Dong Wushang trembled all over, crashing down from midair with a ‘thud’, the ground cracking beneath him, as he bellowed angrily, “Let go of my boss!”
Chu Yang had already stood up on his own, his gaze cold as he looked at Young Master Wei: “Why?”
Young Master Wei looked at the knife in Chu Yang's hand, and the bloodied, mangled palm that had been pierced through. A hint of guilt flashed in his eyes as he swiftly pulled the flying knife from Chu Yang's hand. The speed was so quick that Chu Yang didn’t even have time to react!