Unusual Fate Records

Chapter 155, Section 026: Fierce Battle (Available for purchase on July 7.1st)

Without a second thought, Jin Ziyue unbuckled his belt, pulled it out with his right hand, and yanked it high, completely pulling it out. He grabbed the end with his left hand, and at the same time, he flicked his wrist with the dart-wielding hand, sending the long, slanted dart through the gap in the opponent's raised blade and into the warrior's brow.

The opponent opened his mouth wide in pain, his face contorted in agony, and he desperately tried to unleash a suicidal attack.

Jin Ziyue grabbed a section of the belt with his free right hand, pressed down with his left hand and lifted with his right, and the last section of the belt stood up to block the other party's murderous knife.

The samurai stared in disbelief as he watched his powerful slash go down, only to have it disappear like mud sinking into the sea. He cut into the enemy's body, who pulled him back, and unknowingly, six or seven tenths of his force was dissipated. When they finally collided, the blow only made a small dent in the leather belt, while the belt itself remained completely undamaged.

His eyes, filled with resentment and a profound sense of death, finally dimmed.

At that moment, the samurai's chest bulged, and the sound of tearing fabric made him shudder again.

Suddenly, a long, silvery tear appeared in his shirt, and a long, menacing blade pierced through his body, like a venomous snake lunging out to bite at Jin Ziyue!

Jin Ziyue didn't have time to wrap his belt around the blade, because even if he wrapped it, he couldn't change the trajectory of the blade in a short distance. He could only clench his hands together, but because his right hand was holding a silenced pistol, he couldn't completely catch the blade with his bare hands. The sharp knife cut a gash in his palm. He held on with both hands, but due to the opponent's protective oil, he couldn't completely stop the blade's momentum and the tip of the knife pierced his chest.

Jin Ziyue grunted and looked through the dead warrior at the person behind him who had drawn his sword—the same guy who had just blocked the bullet with his sword.

Even with his traditional companion's heart intact, his hand holding the knife remained steady. He had slanted triangular eyes with a sinister gaze, and the aura emanating from his body fluctuated more frequently than the four people around him.

The dead man's "sharp edge" slowly dissipated, leaving only the attacker and the warrior whose wrist had been broken by Jin Ziyue and who was unable to launch a fierce attack.

The other two slowly knelt down, while the man whose body was pinned to the ground by a knife had already lowered his head.

The sheer ferocity and ruthlessness of this group are something that pampered White Walkers could never do.

These are real battlefield weapons.

Jin Ziyue's stab wound wasn't deep. He kicked the already dead human shield, and the powerful recoil forced the corpse to slide backward, hitting the hilt of the knife and changing position. Taking advantage of this opening, Jin Ziyue removed the piercing blade from his body, and simultaneously pulled back the dart from his belt. He ducked and darted over the fallen man's body, slipping through the gap in movement, and with a sweeping kick, tripped the attacking White Walker.

The White Walker was startled; his lower body was already unsteady, and he was falling. As the man swept his leg, he paused and shifted his stance, the raised knee looming large before his eyes. The knee struck him like a heavy hammer, breaking his nose instantly. Before he could even scream, his jaw dislocated and deformed, his mouth uncontrollably agape, drooling all over the ground.

The White Walker's head was blasted away, drifting uncontrollably backward, while the tip of the belt dart snapped back. Jin Ziyue, who had tripped with his left leg and then raised his knee to strike, hadn't initially managed to deliver a fatal blow, but the dart tip provided the final strike. With a swift grab of his right hand, using the gesture of holding a dagger, he ended the White Walker's life as if popping a balloon.

Jin Ziyue released his grip, leaving the alien ghost lying supine on the ground. After twitching for a while, it stopped breathing.

At this point, only one warrior remained, but the [sharp edge] emanating from him grew increasingly dangerous.

At the same time, the power of the phrase "Knife Accompanies the Last Seat" suddenly burst forth!
Chiemi makes her move!
In that life-or-death moment, the last samurai's eyes burned with rage. He still held his sword in his left hand, while his right hand continued to drip blood. The samurai's steps were unhurried, lacking the previous agility, but they brought an even more eerie sense of oppression.

Jin Ziyue vaguely sensed that his opponent was becoming more troublesome. A strange aura began to emanate from his entire body. It seemed that the threat posed by [Showing Off One's Edge] mainly came from the opponent's blade.

"Drink!" The one-armed warrior shouted, drawing his sword with his left hand and lashing it down like a whip. Despite the distance between them, a powerful burst of energy suddenly shot out!

The sharp blade shot forward relentlessly, like a rampaging wild boar baring its tusks, carrying a ferocious look of trampling everything in its path, heading straight for Jin Ziyue.

Sword energy!

Almost as soon as he realized what was happening, Jin Ziyue moved his body to the side to avoid it. At the closest point, the sword energy stirred the air, and the airflow brushed past the tip of Jin Ziyue's nose. Before he could react, strands of his hair fluttered down.

And there are also faint cracks on the tip of the mask's nose.

A strange look flashed across Jin Ziyue's unseen face. This guy had developed the true function of [Sharpening Sharpness]. This kind of sword energy was something that only martial artists with profound internal strength could unleash when they reached the state of oneness with their sword. However, with the direct effect brought by this incantation, he could also easily unleash sword energy capable of splitting metal with a single strike.

Jin Ziyue never looked down on any nobody. Nobody is just someone who hasn't yet made a name for themselves, but that doesn't mean they are insignificant.

The sword energy unleashed by this person in this state, while not yet reaching the pinnacle, is already superior to that of most modern swordsmen.

not to mention!
Jin Ziyue's eyes flashed with ferocity, and he swung the dart out fiercely. The tip of the dart was like a hawk pecking at its prey, and the target was Qian Huimei, who was attacking like a ghost from behind the one-armed swordsman.

Chiemei hadn't expected that her opponent, even while stunned by the sudden burst of sword energy, could still be distracted by dealing with her. But soon, with her sleeve blade held horizontally in her hand, she realized that the tip of the opponent's dart was coming with fierce and sharp momentum. She wasn't confident that she could meet it head-on, so she could only stomp her feet and jump back away.

She had just been forced back when Jin Ziyue's waist dart straightened, and with a flick of his wrist, it instantly transformed into a rampaging dragon, twisting its head and lunging at the one-armed alien with bared fangs and claws.

This change of move was quite extreme. The one-armed White Walker swung his sword with his left hand, while Jin Ziyue's waist dart was on his left. Without thinking, he slashed down diagonally with one hand!

The blade energy shot out like a silver snake meeting the enemy, intersecting with the black dragon of the waist dart!

The black belt clashed with the gleaming silver blade!
The bright blade energy was almost completely neutralized, and the black belt snapped in two! The dart tip flew forward weakly, but because its force was too weak, it no longer posed a threat.

The sword energy also flew outwards at an angle, striking the brick wall, causing the bricks to shatter with a loud bang.

At that moment, Jin Ziyue pounced on him like a tiger leaping across a ravine!

The one-armed warrior only saw a dark shadow pressing down on him. Then, he suddenly felt a pain in his neck, and couldn't help but frown. He subconsciously covered his neck with the hand that had blown off his right palm.

A cool sensation and a warm current converged at the carotid artery; the coolness came from the dart, and the warmth from the blood.

He could hardly believe his eyes when he saw a hand extending from his neck to his side, a dart in the man's hand, piercing his neck and even tearing his trachea.

"Ah-"

He felt like vomiting blood, but his vision blurred and blood trickled out from the open wound.

The one-armed warrior could no longer lift his sword and slowly collapsed.

Just as Jin Ziyue breathed a slight sigh of relief, the fluctuations of [Knife Accompanying the Last Seat] became incredibly fierce once again!
He pulled off the dart with half of his belt attached, but when he looked up, he saw Chiemi leap into the air, clasp her hands together and slash, a silver light merging with the crescent moon that was just appearing in the sky, slashing down from above!

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