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Chapter 424 Raid
"Yu Sanzhi, what nonsense are you talking about?!"

Before Zhou You could speak, someone stood up and started shouting insults.

However, Yu Sanzhi only glanced at the man and then chuckled.

"I remember you were one of the yamen runners, right? You used to kneel at my feet and lick my toes. What, now that you see me in this state, you can't wait to jump out and bark like a dog?"

The man's face flushed red, and judging from his appearance, he seemed to really want to make a move, but under Yu Sanzhi's years of accumulated power, he still didn't dare to move an inch.

In fact, because no one knew what this guy was up to, even though most people were itching to make a move, no one dared to take the first action.

At this moment, Xiao Dushui, who was sitting there, slowly stood up and said with a gloomy face.

"Chief Yu, may I be so bold as to ask, what do you mean by 'smashing the place'?"

Yu Sanzhi laughed even more wildly, as if he wanted to expel all the strength from his deformed body—then, he suddenly turned his head and looked at Zhou You.

Then, the laughter suddenly turned chilling.

"It's very simple. I, Yu Sanzhi, have roamed the North for so many years, and my only belief is that I must avenge every wrong."

"Do you think I'll just let this go after all the trouble this guy has caused me to end up like this?"

Just as Yu Sanzhi finished speaking, Zhou You had already stood up and drawn his sword—

"Disciple, wait a minute, this violates the rules—"

But Zhou You did not stop.

A sudden, intense sense of unease gripped him, and without the slightest hesitation, he aimed his sword straight at Yu Sanzhi's throat!

Xiao Dushui hesitated for a moment, seemingly wondering whether he should stop it—but after looking at Zhou You, he finally sighed and chose not to intervene.

And so the sword's edge traversed unimpeded to reach Yu Sanzhi, poised to sever that fragile and deformed head—

However, at that very moment, in a corner not far away, the man in the tooth socket, who had been unconscious for a long time and had long been forgotten, suddenly opened his eyes.

Without a word or a cry, the bamboo-like body exploded, and the rotting flesh and blood flew everywhere, instantly splattering the people next to it!
The person who was splashed was about to scream when countless tiny, thread-like bloodstains crawled all over his face. An itch that seeped into his bones instantly seeped into his nerves. He wanted to reach out and scratch, but before he could even raise his hand halfway, his whole body swelled up and exploded, just like the person in the teeth.

The scene repeated itself, and this time even more people were splashed, just like a chain reaction—by the time the others finally reacted and started to dodge, there were already seven or eight victims in the small space!
At the same time, the spreading flesh and blood had already transformed into high walls and barriers, forcefully blocking Zhou You's sword light.

A sense of familiarity welled up in everyone's hearts.

—Yes, it's very familiar. After all, under the blood oath, no one has ever been able to bypass this thing.

Suddenly, Xiao Dushui couldn't help but curse angrily.

"Yu Sanzhi, you actually dared to secretly instigate chaos! Do you know the consequences? You've alienated yourself from the entire world!!"

Judging from his actions just now, this person is considered to be well-mannered, for he was able to utter such insults. This is no ordinary act of crossing the line!

however.

Yu Sanzhi continued to laugh wildly and arrogantly.

"Of course I know the consequences, but honestly, do you really think I care?"

He looked at Zhou You, who was still trying to break through the blockade, pointed to his own body, and almost laughed until tears streamed down his face.

"Come, come, look at me. Take a good look. I, Yu Sanzhi, the leader of the Yu Gang, have been the uncrowned king who dominated the North for many years. In the end, I have become such a pitiful person. Why do you think I am afraid of death?"

After saying that, he laboriously turned to the side and spoke to Horn.

“Chahara, although I have fallen to this state largely because of you, there are priorities. I have now set up the magic array for you, and it is up to you to take action afterward.”

Horn didn't speak, but stared coldly at Zhou You and slowly nodded.

But Yu Sanzhi didn't need his answer. The man simply licked his lips and then smiled.

"At this point, what are the rest of you waiting for? Come up one by one."

"Don't think about it!"

This time, the voice came from Xiao Dushui. He made a sword-finger gesture, and the magic sword behind him instantly transformed into a stream of light, slashing fiercely at Yu Sanzhi.

At the same time, there were also Old Man Li's paper figures, Flower Lady's perfume powder, Hanlu's folding fan, and even the completely clean Cang Le threw out a few mini shadow puppets.

Otherwise.

Without exception, all attacks were stopped by the gathered blood and flesh.

After this cover was taken, Old Ge was the first to stand up with a loud laugh.

"Third Master, I'm sorry, I'll be taking my leave now!"

After saying that, he actually slit his own throat, and the blood gushed out, mingling with the surrounding debris and eventually pooling in the high wall.

Then, there is Jin Yan.

Unlike the others, this burly man still had a look of horror on his face, but before he could react, countless tiny blood lines crawled all over his body.

The man's eyes widened, and he roared.

"Yu Sanzhi, you bastard, you tricked me!!!"

Unfortunately, the word "I" was only uttered for half a syllable before it abruptly stopped.

Its massive body, like the others, exploded and became part of the ritual.

Yu Sanzhi chuckled as he watched the chaotic scene unfold, then dipped his finger in the blood on the wall and drew a symbol on his face.

"Chahara, I'm leaving this grudge to you."

As soon as he finished speaking, he began to melt away rapidly, like liquid.

Finally, as his body merged into it, the last part became perfect.

In a daze, the entire room was cut off and then turned into countless fragments—Old Man Li's anxiety, Han Lu's worry, and even Xiao Dushui's face, which was filled with inexplicable panic, were all frozen in time.

In the end, only Zhou You and the silent Horn remained in the void.

A crimson moon illuminated the surroundings.

And there was nothing else besides that.

In this empty place, Zhou You showed no sign of panic. He simply flicked his longsword and smiled at the other party.

"Looks like this is targeting me? So you've made such a big fuss just to trap me and then fight me one-on-one?"

He didn't rush to make a move, and neither did Horn.

He stared at Zhou You, as if trying to etch that face into his heart, before speaking.

"Yes, we have no intention of stopping this allied forces, nor do we have the ability to do so. Yu Sanzhi is only seeking revenge for the arrow that was shot, while I am doing my last act of loyalty to the court."

He spoke very slowly, but his words conveyed a firm and unwavering resolve.

"That's right here. I'll kill you, kill this one who's disrupting cause and effect, the true chosen one."

Then, someone laughed.

"I don't deny that you are a chosen one, but you think you can kill me all by yourself? You know, so many people like Yu Sanzhi were defeated by me. Isn't that a bit too far-fetched?"

Surprisingly, Horn readily admitted it.

"Indeed, this was a very reckless move—my original plan was to set a trap halfway through, then separate you, and then have Meng Hao, Yu Sanzhi (who had successfully sacrificed himself), and I surround and kill you. Unfortunately, Meng Hao betrayed the court halfway through, forcing me to resort to this method in haste."

However, he quickly shook his head, then untied a long spear from his back, tore open his heavy robe, and stood bare-chested, spear in hand. "—But even if I'm alone, it's enough."

I looked up and gazed at Zhou You.

"Speaking of which, you chosen one, do you know what the name 'Baturu' means?"

"warrior?"

“That’s right. Only those with outstanding military achievements can receive this title. My title of Baturu was bestowed by the Empress Dowager. After working in the internal affairs for so long, many people, including myself, have forgotten that I was the last martial arts champion of the Qing Dynasty.”

"I am here now, seeking your guidance!"

Instantaneous time.

With a flick of his spear, Horn stepped forward, and the spear tip fell like a cold star, thrusting straight at Zhou You's chest with the force of a poisonous dragon probing its lair.

Zhou You frowned, sidestepped the spear tip, and Wan Ren slashed the spear shaft diagonally upwards. The blade scraped against the spear with a piercing sound, sparks flying like fireflies—

Then, both sides backed down.

Horn took a deep breath, shaking off the remaining force from the spear, while Zhou You's faint smile gradually faded, turning into a very serious expression.

—This is a master.

Moreover, he is a rare master who has never been seen before, purely in the realm of martial arts!

Although the exchange was very brief, Zhou You had already recognized his opponent.

Unlike Chen Xun, whose martial arts skills combined with Buddhist cultivation, this man's martial arts were extremely high, almost reaching the level of Taoism. Under such spear techniques, anything unfamiliar would give him a fatal flaw.

In other words, one's own White Gate, talismans, and even various magical treasures cannot be used without any gaps.

He smiled slightly, but then a wide grin spread across his face.

But that's fine too.

Because it wasn't his own body, his swordsmanship had become quite rusty, and this time—

Let's settle this with a simple sword fight.

The next moment, Zhou You took the initiative to attack.

The towering peak shattered the moonlight, transforming into a straight line. It employed no fancy moves or gimmicks, relying solely on sheer speed to strike directly at the opponent's heart.

And Horn was the same.

He took a half step back, the gun barrel bent at his left shoulder like a full bow, and then suddenly shot out—

The spear tip, like a venomous snake, aimed straight for Zhou You's throat. Meanwhile, someone used their left foot to pick up a bone, whose owner was unknown, and kicked it towards Horn's face, while their right hand, with the blade of their sword, slashed upwards along the spear tip—just as it seemed they were about to sever those two arms, Horn suddenly twisted his wrist and shook the spear shaft violently, sending a thousand feet flying.

Then, suddenly, the tip of the gun snapped back.

The angle was absolutely unbelievable, something no human could possibly do, yet it actually turned around—the man, who should have been twisted into a pretzel, hooked his foot around the end of the spear and swung it in a half-arc—just as Wan Ren crashed into the spear shaft, Zhou You's tiger's mouth suddenly opened wide, and even Wan Ren almost dropped his hand.

In this round of confrontation, he was at a great disadvantage.

However, Zhou You suddenly laughed again.

As someone who loves gambling, especially swordsmanship, what is he most afraid of?
It's not that we lost, it's that there was no one left to gamble with.

But now, a favorable situation lies ahead.

and so--

The sword moved once more.

This time, the sword light wove into a net.

Having realized the opponent's overwhelming strength, Zhou You stopped engaging in direct combat and instead maximized the speed of the Sumeru Sword Technique—a blurry silver light danced along the shaft of the spear, the blade always less than half a knuckle away from the fingers gripping the spear, causing Horn to constantly change the direction of the spearhead.

However, in a very sudden moment...

Seizing a fleeting opening, the blade suddenly pierced through the spear's momentum, gaining a brief moment of advantage before slicing across the opponent's neck.

However, at the same time, a rather deep bloodstain appeared on Zhou You's left cheek.

This time, it's a draw.

Horn pointed the tip of his spear at the ground, his expression indifferent, and slowly spoke to Zhou You.

"To reach such a level with just a sword, not to mention anything else, is rare even in the North. It's truly a pity to have such skill."

Zhou You understood what he meant by "what a pity".

It's simply because they couldn't serve the Qing court and couldn't become a force in the hands of the Empress Dowager.

"Shang Jun is right, you are indeed loyal enough, but in the end it is just blind loyalty."

Horn treated him coldly.

"Whether it's blind loyalty or unwavering loyalty, it's just someone else's opinion. Back then, wasn't Yue Fei sacrificing himself for his country just like me?"

Zhou You looked closely into Horn's eyes.

He discerned a range of emotions within it: exhaustion, weariness, and indignation, but above all, a fervent devotion to the victims.

This person is not afraid of death.

Perhaps, death was a blessing in disguise for him.

Zhou You then laughed.

"You call yourself Yue Fei?"

"Yes."

"pity."

Zhou You shook his head.

"He's just Wen Tiren."

"What did you say!"

This time, there was no reply. Zhou You switched his sword to his left hand and slashed at his opponent's upper arm with a turning, horizontal strike—Horn was still caught up in his anger and didn't react until the blade was right in front of him. He hurriedly hunched over and ducked, the shaft of his spear emerging from under his armpit, the iron ferrule at the end slamming heavily into Zhou You's knee—

However, this time the sword was three times faster.

Zhou You did not use any baleful energy. In the hands of a martial artist who had reached the Innate Realm, the interference of baleful energy was almost non-existent. As for the method of condensing baleful energy and unleashing it, the opponent would not give him that opportunity.

Therefore, Zhou You simply exerted all his strength and brought his 'fast sword' technique to its fullest potential.

In a daze, he felt himself break through a certain point in the haze. Just as the iron ferret was about to hit him, the sword blade had already drawn a semi-circle, like a crescent moon, and flashed past!

Horn let out a muffled groan, forcefully swung his gun, forcing Zhou You back, and then retreated several steps himself.

Upon closer inspection, his stomach had been ripped open in a horrifying manner; if he had been any closer, he would have been disemboweled.

And this time.

Travelers have the upper hand!

(End of this chapter)