Demon Capital Slayer

Chapter 28 A Flick of the Finger Breaks the Door
Time is of the essence; we cannot linger in a place like this.

To onlookers, Yu Jian did not pause at all, and charged directly toward the main gate of the castle tower.

Each of the seven castles is different, but he doesn't have time to probe them slowly. He needs to seize the opportunity when the Purple Kingdom's army is outside and break through the castle's defenses as quickly as possible.

Sure enough, just as the sword had traveled halfway, a horn sounded from inside the castle tower, which was covered with huge erotic murals.

The warning sound carried far into the distance.
If they stopped now, they would be surrounded by the returning troops and the remaining forces, so Yujian chose to continue charging!
By maximizing the use of the Natural Mind Flow - Shrinking Earth Technique, and combining it with the short-distance straight-line dash technique of the Secret Art - Sword of No Illusion, the boy achieved a running speed almost three times that of an ordinary person at the cost of extremely high physical exertion, leaving trails of afterimages behind him.

At the same time, countless kunai, senbon, and even more arrows were launched from above the castle tower, but they all misjudged the lead time and were all overtaken by the sudden burst of speed from the sword.

The White Knight who followed directly withstood the attack with his armor. Apart from a few scratches on the surface of the armor plates and a few arrows, he was not damaged at all.

Even the arrows that appeared to be stuck in his body did not actually penetrate; they were merely wedged through gaps in the second layer of chainmail and quickly fell off as he ran.

Yes, the White Knights don't just wear one layer of armor; each of them wears two layers and carries heavy weapons, making them fully armed among fully armed warriors.

Using their speed, they arrived near the city gate first. The wooden gate was covered with a thick layer of iron metal, and the noisy footsteps of a crowd could be heard behind them.

Under normal circumstances, in ancient siege warfare, it would be quite difficult for a single soldier to advance to such a distance. To break through the gate, siege equipment would be necessary, but such equipment could not be carried by a single soldier.

However, this world possesses extraordinary power, and even if it is not readily apparent on the surface, countless undercurrents are surging beneath the surface.

Yu Jian took a deep breath, drew his pale katana, and raised it high, the blade pointing directly at the front of the gate.

call--

The long breath he exhaled turned into scorching white mist that dissipated from the corner of his mouth, like a raging dragon about to spew flames, gathering its surging fury.

Time is of the essence, no time to waste here!

cut!
A burst of light scattered, and several fine lines intertwined, covering the entire door.

The next second, accompanied by the chaotic sound of metal and wood fibers tearing, the door and the soldiers blocking the door behind it were instantly cut into pieces of varying sizes.

Yu Jian felt a distinct sense of fatigue, both mentally and physically.

Even so, he single-handedly breached the heavy and massive gate of the castle tower!
"To die is an honor! To live is a disgrace! The swordsman has paved the way for us! Charge! Aa ...

The White Knights roared like beasts, their tall bodies pounding forward with earth-shaking strides. Their heavy weapons created gusts of wind as they raced through the wreckage of the gate, crashing into the crowd like cannonballs.

Based on the White Knight's height and weight, he was essentially thirteen humanoid heavy cannons firing, with himself as the cannonball! And the unlucky guys who got blown away by them!
In the brief few seconds it took for the sword to catch its breath, the thirteen White Warriors had already broken through the first floor of the castle tower and were now gathering at the staircase leading to the second floor to launch wave after wave of attacks.

This was a tactic that Yu Jian had instructed in advance, and it had worked well against the hastily assembled defensive line of the defending side, but now it was encountering obstacles.

A dense array of spears extended from the upper level of the stairs, while a large number of hidden weapons were also thrown down. Although the hidden weapons could not penetrate the White Knight's double armor, the spears were not easy to deal with.

The staircase, designed specifically for defense, is only wide enough for two people to pass through. Even if a White Knight is not afraid of swords, he will not be able to break through quickly. Often, he will rush up a short distance and then be forcibly pushed back by a spear.

Such a frustrating battle provoked everyone to roar in anger, and a faint red light flickered in their eyes.

"Step aside."

A familiar, cold voice came from behind, and the White Knights shouted with joy.

These heavily armed soldiers, each over two meters tall and as robust as brown bears, respectfully made way for him. Yu Jian, who was nearly 1.9 meters tall, appeared somewhat slender as he walked through them, creating a striking contrast.

Whoosh—an arrow shot from the second floor. Yu Jian didn't even look up to see it. He swung his sword forward, the sharp blade grazing the arrow shaft and slicing off a thin piece of wood. Then, in a very short time, he deflected the arrow, causing it to reverse direction, and then spun around and flung it out.

"Ugh!"

Screams immediately erupted from the second floor. It seemed that the person who had drawn the bow and nocked the arrow was pierced through the throat by the arrow he had shot the moment he released the bowstring.

Such a shocking event naturally caused great panic.

The paint flowing from the creature's body in the painting gushed out, and Yu Jian mercilessly slashed at the ceiling.

With a flash of sword light, relying on the sharpness of the weapon in his hand, he forcibly expanded the narrow stairwell by two circles, and the guards who had no time to react fell into the first floor like drowned rats.

Before they could figure out what was happening, the White Knight's heavy weapon came crashing down, instantly turning the ground into a purple mess like mashed tomatoes.

He left the soldiers to mop up the remaining enemy forces, and then climbed up the remaining two-thirds of the stairs to the second floor.

Aside from the veiled dancers who had appeared before, there were many other types of enemies here, but he was too lazy to distinguish them. He directly activated the power of cutting iron, combined with the special attack properties of the Broken Blade: Extinction of Three Thousand Void, which was designed to target the creatures in the painting, and charged into the crowd like a hot knife through butter.

Neither weapons nor human bodies can stop the blade in Yujian's hand.

The Japanese paper sliding doors inside the castle tower seemed to become his canvas, allowing the young swordsman to use the flesh and blood of his enemies as paint and his swords as brushes to freely express his exquisite painting skills called slaughter.

The White Knights grew increasingly excited. Although they lacked martial arts skills, their heavy weapons posed the simplest and most direct threat. This small group of thirteen men was actually crushing an enemy that outnumbered them many times over.

In this way, the White Knights compressed the enemy's space to move, using their swords as arrows to continuously thrust in and inflict damage. Working together, the enemy's corpses floated downstream like withered leaves falling on a river.

They broke through the second, third, and even fourth and fifth levels in succession.

The entire castle tower has only seven floors. When they entered the sixth floor, they found a spacious, empty Japanese-style room.

Yu Jian raised his hand to signal the White Warriors to stop. His sixth sense detected a vague threat, like a faint ray of light shining through the mist. Though indistinct, its presence was clearly perceptible.

The threat is coming from overhead!

"Scatter!" Yu Jian shouted sharply, followed by the whistling of a strong wind.

Something enormous yet agile leaped down from above, accompanied by a swift and sharp edge as clear as moonlight.

Fortunately, Yujian sensed the danger in advance and issued a warning, so neither he nor the White Warrior were directly hit by the attack.

The narrow blade flashed and slashed directly at the tatami mats in the Japanese-style room.

click -

In an instant, the entire floor collapsed, and everyone, along with a large amount of building debris, fell back to the fifth floor.

The rising dust obscured his vision, so Yu Jian immediately closed his eyes to prevent foreign objects from harming his eyesight, while focusing all his attention on his other senses such as hearing and smell.

Sure enough, the crisis struck again, this time occupying the entire 180-degree radius in front of them.

Instead of retreating, he advanced on his sword, accelerating forward while his body suddenly fell backward, using the momentum to glide forward, his weapon flying past like a gust of wind.

Natural Mind-Body Flow - Thunder Sword!

(End of this chapter)