A Scroll of Infinite Glory

Chapter 107 Playing with the Knife, A Long Howl in the Rain

The moment he threw the scabbard, Guan Luoyang spun around, and the sword in his right hand also spun and flew out of his grasp.

With the infusion of vital energy and the influence of the airflow, the whirling blade, like a wheel, drew an arc from his right side, circled behind him, made a large turn, and slashed towards Harald's waist.

Harald tucked his hands in, leaving a long grip on his back hand, with less than two feet of length remaining in front, and used the axe blade to knock away the spinning blade wheel.

After the blade wheel was deflected, Guan Luoyang's right hand followed.

His full, outstretched palms pressed against the axe handle, originally with the tiger's mouth facing down, but with a twist of his arm, the tiger's mouth turned upwards, and his whole body turned to face him.

Haral gripped the handle tightly with his left hand, then released his right hand, turning it into a fist and striking Guan Luoyang in the chest.

Guan Luoyang didn't dodge at all. He snorted and reached up with his left hand, letting Haral's fist hit his chest.

The punch created a noticeable ripple on the protective azure energy.

But when it actually touched the clothing and struck flesh, Harald felt as if he had not been hit in the chest, but rather as if he were clashing with another fist full of shock force.

The mastery of the four training methods allows for superior control of power, surpassing ordinary techniques. Every part of the body can generate power.

With his muscles, bones, skin, and qi all trained as one, Guan Luoyang's chest-shaking strike dissipated the opponent's punch, and he only retreated half a foot. At the same time, he stretched out his left hand and grabbed Haral's right shoulder.

call!!!!

With his feet off the ground, the air around him whistled, rain lashed his body, and everything Harald saw suddenly tilted, spun, and wobbled.

Guan Luoyang gripped the axe handle that was slanted across his chest with his right hand and his shoulder with his left, as if he were a solid cast iron statue.

The change happened in an instant, faster than anyone could react, and Harald, axe and all, was lifted into the air and thrown out.

After Guan Luoyang came into contact with martial arts, the first boxing technique he practiced was called the Five-Part Grappling Hand, which involved lifting people off the ground, throwing and slamming them. It was the grappling technique he was most proficient in and the most powerful.

An ordinary person's body, if subjected to such a lifting and throwing motion, would be severely injured, even without any additional damage, resulting in paralysis or even instant death.

However, in this world, top martial artists like Harald, whose bodies are enhanced by true spiritual electric energy, would likely emerge unscathed even if they were smashed into the ground, against walls, or into a thicket of sharpened steel bars.

However, Guan Luoyang had already achieved his goal of taking the punch head-on with his chest.

………………

"Once the war begins, at least one of us will be responsible for containing multiple opponents of similar strength."

That was a brief discussion that took place between Yan Zhen and Guan Luoyang in the underground living area right after the press conference ended.

At that time, Yan Zhen took the pill given to him by Guan Luoyang and soon felt his injuries heal. While marveling at the miraculous effect of the pill, he also raised a question.

"Regardless of the level of combat personnel, we are currently at a disadvantage. If we don't employ strategy and just engage in direct combat, it will be difficult for us to defend against all of them."

"The best approach is for us to divide the work: one of us can take on more pressure in the early stages, while the other focuses on eliminating weaker targets. Once we achieve a balance in numbers, we can then work together."

Guan Luoyang nodded: "Then I will make the first move and try to attract more enemies."

Yan Zhen shook his head and said, "I'm afraid that won't work. Their primary target is Professor Jiang Si. If we take the initiative to attack, it will become a situation where they are holding us back, leaving our rear vulnerable, and the others can then target Professor Jiang Si."

Upon hearing this, Guan Luoyang hesitated for a moment. He was used to taking the initiative and doing this kind of thing, but now that he wanted to change his approach, he couldn't think of any good ideas for the time being.

"To achieve the goal of containing multiple enemies, cooperation is essential. We need to bring together powerful adversaries that were not originally in one place. To be precise, one person is responsible for containing them, and the other is responsible for driving them away."

Yan Zhen continued, "My kung fu is not afraid of group battles, so I'm the best at controlling the situation. But driving them away is actually more difficult than controlling them, so I can only entrust that to President Guan."

Yan Zhen, with a solemn expression, made a request to him, without questioning whether he could actually do such a thing.

Guan Luoyang naturally couldn't doubt whether the other party could keep them in check.

When comrades have no other choice, even if they are about to do something they are not sure about, they must have complete trust in each other.

Guan Luoyang accepted the strategy, and he also believed in it—

"Of course I can do it!"

………………

As soon as the Harald left the ground, he twisted the axe handle with his arm, his body spinning in mid-air, and the long-handled axe also moved around him. At this moment, no pursuit could cause him any harm.

But he also failed to control the tendency to be thrown out.

More importantly, there was really no trust between Haral and Situ Dianluo.

So, just as his body was about to collide with Situ Dianluo, the axe-spear, without hesitation, clashed fiercely with the kick that the other party was kicking at him.

Both of them fell from the sky.

Amidst his busy schedule, Yan Zhen glanced at Guan Luoyang, his eyes shining brightly, before turning his attention back to the two formidable enemies beside him.

"Fine! You two aren't going anywhere!!"

This thin, silver-browed, and gray-haired professor, within the framework of his own proposed strategy and the resulting situation, has refined and elevated his spirit and mind to the utmost.

His hands, eyes, steps, even the eyebrows and wrinkles on his face, all seemed to have become something strong and resilient that could only be refined after hundreds or thousands of times. The invisible power of his will was omnipresent and radiated outwards.

The wind sways the lotus leaves, the wind swirls around the water, and the turtle dances with the snake.

Yan Zhen extracted three distinct "postures" from the seemingly ordinary Tai Chi, which resembles a health exercise.

The Tai Chi Chuan style in this world is originally quite ordinary, and these three "postures" can only be described as mediocre and commonplace.

Lotus leaves, feng shui, turtles, snake charmers—these are all things that can be seen in daily life, containing neither great power nor awe-inspiring beauty.

But Yan Zhen appreciates these ordinary things and enjoys this mundane life.

Although he was an extraordinary person, he did not rejoice in his extraordinary nature. He felt that if everyone in the world could live an ordinary life, without being demanding or being demanded of, it would be enough to be called a dreamlike golden age.

The power of the ordinary is boundless.

Yan Zhen's figure moved about, unhurried and unhurried.

After Situ Dian landed, his speed still seemed to be a fraction faster than Yan Zhen's, and his momentum was still much stronger. He was like the embodiment of a fighter jet, and at other times like a mountain containing magma, attacking with the spirit of destroying everything in sight.

Haral's performance was no less impressive. Although he had been thrown out by Guan Luoyang, he was not injured and even managed to land a punch on Guan Luoyang, so he could hardly be considered to have been at a disadvantage.

At this moment, the Swiss halberd in his hand, the thrusting and spinning, the movements of the man and the weapon, all seemed to be imitating the footsteps of a giant god.

In Europe, there was once a popular activity of filming typhoons.

During his youth, Harald was one of the best in this activity, the bravest among the wind chasers.

His confidence stemmed from that understanding.

Its swirling, gloomy form resembled a god dancing alone on a vast plain, its head reaching the sky and its feet firmly planted on the ground.

That beauty and power captivated him, and he learned from it.

If Guan Luoyang had been even a fraction of a second slower, even at the cost of taking a punch, he would have immediately found himself in a fierce battle with Haral, frustrated by the sheer scale of the fight.

But now, these two people are targeting Yan Zhen at the same time, and have tried to attack him together many times, forcing Yan Zhen's face to turn red and almost bleed, but they still can't really defeat or get rid of him.

Even without actually making contact with each other, the offensives of both sides sometimes give the feeling that they have already clashed head-on.

It seems that every time Yan Zhen manages to withstand their combined attack, he can then subtly influence their mental state, causing them to clash from a distance and injure each other.

The artificial lawn was destroyed in large swaths, and the concrete underneath was chopped up, kicked apart, and large chunks were turned up.

Rainwater flows through the uneven concrete foundation, soaking the steel bars, gathering into streams, only to be suddenly shattered into mist by strong winds or the force of vibration.

Haral also tried to withdraw from the battle, but he could not find a way to escape unscathed. He could only suppress his anger and launch an even fiercer attack on Yan Zhen.

How hateful, how hateful...

What is truly awe-inspiring!

No matter how much Yan Zhen seemed to be suffering from their relentless attacks.

As long as this person hasn't fallen or stopped, the two of them truly cannot escape the profound meaning created by this ordinariness.

Meanwhile, the battle in Guanluoyang had reached its most urgent moment.

Sanada Senjun was the first to clash with Guan Luoyang's aura. This kind of mental lock-on is sometimes more uncomfortable than being physically bound by dozens of iron chains.

When Guan Luoyang was vying for power, he suddenly chose to attack Haral, and the price he paid was by no means as small as it seemed on the surface.

Even though he bought a little more time with the scabbard, he miraculously managed to throw Harald away in the blink of an eye.

At that time, Sanada Sengun had already broken the scabbard and came to his side.

The famous sword, as smooth as a mirror, is known as "the Hundred Tongues".

It is because when Sanada Sengun wields this sword, it produces many strange noises that ordinary people cannot hear, as if a hundred spirits are dwelling in the blade and chewing their tongues.

But this noise will become the medium through which Sanada Chikuni exerts his power.

While ordinary people use physical objects as a medium to exert force, Sanada Sengun used the sound of his sword as the medium.

What appears to be a simple slash is actually the "Head-Splitting Slash" he used to kill people through trees in the forest years ago, splitting their heads in two.

Guan Luoyang dodged the knife, but seemed to hear a faint sound, and felt as if a sharp force was drilling into every pore of his body.

The torrential rain continued unabated, and Sanada Senjun's straw hat moved swiftly forward at a constant height in the rain.

The knife in his hand suddenly flipped and disappeared for a moment, then burst open from his sleeve, slashing upwards from an unexpected angle.

The rainwater within a five-meter radius trembled and burst into smaller droplets when this slash was made.

Guan Luoyang stomped heavily, leaving imprints on the concrete. He vanished like a phantom, and shouted, trying to drown out the strange noise with his voice.

But the results are minimal.

The skin and flesh were fine, but there were already faint traces of blood in the corners of the eyes and the nasal cavity.

When his foot landed firmly on the ground again, the shockwave suddenly spread out, and a large area of ​​water on the ground around him was pushed away by the sound of his footsteps.

Cheng Zhou's sword, which had fallen a few meters away, bounced up from the water and into the air. The hilt spun in mid-air before landing in his hand.

Guan Luoyang took half a step forward, his blade flashing rapidly, and clashed head-on with Sanada Senjun, whose head remained at the same height.

hum! !

The high-pitched and piercing sound could make one unconsciously frown, but the low, muffled noise that Guan Luoyang could hear suddenly subsided.

The force exerted by Cheng Zhou's sword effectively disrupted the power of Bai She's sword.

Sanada Sengun's eyes, hidden beneath his straw hat, were now clearly visible. He had been squinting the entire time, leaving only a slit to peer at the outside world.

Although his words were stiff, they were not few when he was discussing the Dao.

Today, during the battle, he maintained an unusual silence.

With Guan Luoyang's hearing, at this distance, he could even hear his heartbeat and breathing through the sound of rain, both of which were unusually slow and steady.

Immediately, an unpleasant and prolonged metallic scraping sound completely drowned out all these other noises.

The two knives, locked in close combat, intertwined and pursued each other, their blades constantly shifting and shifting in position, sometimes clashing forcefully within a small space.

Within at least one second, the guard of Cheng Zhou Dao struck the blade at three different locations on Bai She Dao.

The back of the knife hit the blade quite often.

In this style of close-quarters combat, where swords are concealed within palm strikes, the complexity of Guan Luoyang's techniques and the variations in his power far exceeded expectations.

Seeing that he had less and less room to maneuver with his hands, Sanada Senjun suddenly opened his eyes halfway, his heart swelled, and he swung his blade horizontally in a slashing motion.

Guan Luoyang's pupils contracted, a burst of green energy erupted around him, and he swiftly moved away. His white shirt with five plum blossom buttons was cleaved in two, and blood seeped from his right forearm near the blood vessels and from his abdominal muscles.

The noise, accompanied by its force, was tearing at the wound, preventing it from closing completely.

Sanada Senjun's eyes widened further, his heartbeat became clearly audible, the powerful blood and oxygen supply impacting his brain, and the True Spirit Electric Energy driving his mechanical limbs, which then transformed into his sword.

His aura, unlike the deathly silence of a living person, became vigorous and powerful, and he pursued with a determined strike.

The straw hat continued to fly swiftly through the rain at a fixed height.

The head is the leader of the six yang meridians, while the fingers are the extremities of the six yin meridians.

In Japan, the art of swordsmanship has always been deeply ingrained in the tradition. To reach a high level, one must be well-versed in military strategy, and there are countless sword masters who are well-versed in Chinese military tactics.

Sanada Senjun's swordsmanship, after he considered it to be refined to its ultimate level, was inspired by the sayings in the Yellow Emperor's Yin Fu Jing in pursuit of the ultimate simplicity.

The first of the six Yang is the unmoving ultimate Yang, while the six Yin are ever-changing and unpredictable.

Relying on his extremely skillful ten fingers to control the blade for offense and defense, he always kept his head at a constant distance from the ground during the battle. The true spiritual energy from his brain and the earth's magnetic field formed the most stable and effective communication, accumulating power with each move.

When the opponent shows the slightest sign of weakness, the attack becomes extremely unpredictable, relentlessly pursuing and annihilating them—the Six Yin Six Yang Slash!

A calm killing intent suddenly erupted, sweeping over Guan Luoyang's side.

Even Professor Jiang Si and his son, who were in the underground base far away, felt a chill run down their spines at the same time, feeling inexplicably frightened and confused.

"kill!"

The blade pursued, the blade shattered the rain, the blade fell.

Even the surrounding light seemed to have been shattered into pieces by this knife that carried with it unparalleled noise.

As it shattered, a powerful surge of azure energy erupted, striking the blade squarely.

Cheng Zhou's sword clashed with Bai She's sword.

The blade was pulled back with the back of the knife.

The water on the ground was splashed upwards in countless droplets, mingling with the rainwater and pulsating endlessly.

The straw hat on Sanada Senjun's head was blown off by the reaction force, his face twitched slightly, and his eyes suddenly widened to twelve points.

Guan Luoyang, in the midst of his defeat, launched a counterattack and surprisingly caught the blade, much to his surprise. However, the momentum of the attack had already been unleashed and could not be stopped.

With a furious glare and a choked voice, he unleashed a series of slashes, each a unique and diagonal movement. With each strike, the surrounding light blurred and twisted, and the rain and puddles scattered erratically.

The murderous aura grew amidst the turbulent wind and rain, becoming ever more refined and unrestrained.

Guan Luoyang initially retreated a few steps, but then wielded his sword with divine skill, never retreating and intercepting with every move.

At the peak of his murderous aura, Guan Luoyang seemed to see the blue smoke rising from Sanada Senjun's body, formed from his spirit.

The two swung their swords simultaneously, but did not touch each other again, silently separating into a distance.

Sanada Sengun spoke for the first time: "A swordsmanship that doesn't use the blade's edge—what exactly do you use your sword for?"

"I've spent far less time practicing with the knife than with my fists, and I've also neglected it for several months. I'm far inferior to you when it comes to using the knife, so I'm using fist techniques."

Guan Luoyang's wrist relaxed slightly, the tip of his blade touching the water. In Sanada Senjun's eyes, his stance, which should have been completely different from the Fusang sword-drawing technique, had a similar dangerous aura.

"With my achievements in tendons, bones, skin, breath, vital energy, and mind, I should also have a corresponding killing move."

If one is not born, one dies; if one is not accomplished, one perishes.

Sanada Sengun already understood that this person had no chance of defeating him in a short time using any other tactics, so he wanted to use a new move in the heat of battle.

Gambling one's creativity with one's life or death is far too audacious.

That's just too tempting!

"..."

Sanada Senjun moved his lips, but found that he had nothing else to say.

But the chill that had enveloped the father and son in the basement in the distance dissipated.

His murderous aura shifted.

Even in a battle with himself, he was certain that if that move succeeded, it could decide the outcome.

Such a move must be incredibly tempting; whether one lives or dies, one cannot consider anything else for the time being.

Sanada Sengun just wanted to take a look.

"How can you possibly break through the six yin and six yang?!"

With a flick of his tongue, Sanada Senjun cut a wound on his forehead.

No blood gushed from the wound, but the killing intent and true spiritual energy seemed to have transformed the area into a core heavenly eye. The green smoke around the body emitted a silent glow, and the famous sword was raised high.

Guan Luoyang witnessed the swordsman, draped in light, move and slash with a mysterious, seemingly floating in a magnetic field.

Before he could even speak, a long roar resounded in his heart, echoing through the clouds and piercing the heavens.

The integration of all the skills he had learned in his life allowed him to almost transcend the old images.

The figure who had been quietly holding his sword was still in the same spot when the swordsman flashed past him and vanished into dust.

Guan Luoyang fell from the sky, the knife in his hand burning red, even showing signs of softening.

A cloud of blood mist exploded from Sanada Senjun's chest. The tip of his blade touched the ground, tearing apart the water and the ground in front of him, the tears extending more than ten meters away.

The water lingered around the crack for several seconds without flowing in.

The Six Yin and Six Yang Absolute Slash, which could cut water with a sword, was defeated. That strike hit him from behind, breaking his spine and penetrating his heart.

The back of the sword embraces wind and thunder, the whip strikes the heavens!

"Such a trick really exists... It's a pity I didn't see the whole thing."

Sanada Senjun's eyes were full of regret. He shook his head and finally deviated from that fixed height, turning his head slightly.

"Could you show me how they're going to defend against this attack?"

"Then I'll have to use your knife."

The Hundred-Tongued Sword was thrown towards Guan Luoyang.

The already softened Cheng Zhou remained temporarily in the rain, scalding a cloud of steam.

Guan Luoyang flew towards the base.

Situ Dianluo and Haral suddenly stopped their attacks at the same time, allowing Yan Zhen's palms to strike their chests.

Both men coughed up blood, and in their haste, each threw a punch, sending Yan Zhen flying.

Because Yan Zhen is now at his last gasp, they dared to trade blows; at the beginning, they wouldn't have had this opportunity at all.

Even so, the two men clearly felt signs of internal bleeding.

Harald spun around, dragging his axe-spear, and almost used the weight of the axe-spear to gain initial speed, rushing toward Guan Luoyang.

After spitting out the blood that had welled up in his throat, Situ Dianlu, together with Haral, approached Guan Luoyang at an indistinguishable speed.

The battlefields of the 20th century were ever-changing, and stray bullets could fly from any corner. As qualified soldiers, even when they were tied down, the two of them still paid attention to what was happening around them.

Neither of them was confident they could withstand the attack that Guan Luoyang used to kill Sanada Senjun.

So!

They won't give the other party a one-on-one opportunity.

As Harald advanced, he brandished his axe-spear, spinning it close to his back and sides until it reached his front, making a loud noise, while keeping a close eye on Guan Luoyang.

"My power grows stronger with each rotation. If I continue to accumulate it, whether you can kill me or not, I can take you down with me. So, are you going to use that move against me?"

With each step Situ Dianluo took, pebbles flew forward. His mental power transformed into flashes of lightning around him and was also conveyed in his eyes, sending out a provocative message.

"If I were to attack him, would I rather see if I could outrun him? Or would I simply attack me instead?"

As the three walked towards each other, the auras of Situ Dianluo and Haral fluctuated constantly within a short period of time.

Sometimes one is strong and the other is weak; sometimes the other is strong and the other is weak.

"You're going to attack me?"

"Still me?"

"Is it me?"

"Or is it me?"

The intense emotional fluctuations, the provocative undertones, and the sudden, even hundreds of changes in a single moment create a dazzling, overwhelming, and unsettling experience for anyone rushing towards them.

These two people, who had never worked together before, reached a tacit understanding after truly identifying the greatest threat.

Being included in the S-level individual files by the United Nations is not only due to their strong destructive power, but also because their grasp of combat is absolutely top-notch.

Without any prior discussion, they unanimously chose the most efficient strategy.

Guan Luoyang's speed seemed to slow down as a result; the Hundred-Tongued Blade in his hand hesitated, became unsteady, and his five fingers loosened.

"It's me!"

Harald brandished his axe-spear, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

"Or me!"

Situ Dianluo moved closer and kicked Guan Luoyang in the waist.

Guan Luoyang blocked his kick with his left hand and used his right hand to block the axe and spear with his sword, but was knocked out of his hand.

The Americans and the nobles of the northern coast of Europe exchanged positions in the blink of an eye and then launched their attacks with the full force appropriate for this distance.

Suddenly—

Guan Luoyang moved forward so quickly it seemed as if he had never hesitated.

The handle of the axe fell onto his right shoulder, and Situ Dianluo's knee kicked him in the waist.

"Do you really think I'm going to use a knife?"

Guan Luoyang let out a long howl, and a sharp pain shot through his shoulder and waist at the same time, but it couldn't stop him from flipping his hands upwards.

This move resembles the Bagua Great Slamming Stele of the Earth-Heaven-Tai style, but it's more like a focused gathering of energy with no distractions.

Azure energy surged across his arms, coalescing into dazzling flames.

With palms as fiery as flames and as thunderous as wind, they landed on the chests of the two men.

An expression of disbelief flashed in their eyes, as if an immense heat erupted from their bodies and swept through them.

Before Situ Dianluo flew backward, he delivered another kick to Guan Luoyang in mid-air.

Three figures shot backward in two directions.

After the two men landed, their bodies burst into flames. They struggled and rolled around a few times, extinguishing the flames, but still smoldering, and lay motionless in the floodwater.

"puff!!"

Guan Luoyang slammed into the wall, flicked his finger, and the pills, now packaged in a vacuum bag, were in his hand. He tore one open with his teeth, swallowed it all, along with the blood that kept flowing from his mouth.

Harald's men charged at him fearlessly.

Guan Luoyang grabbed the wall and smashed the concrete he had pulled off into one of the faces, knocking him to the ground. He then flipped his right hand and killed another, but couldn't help coughing, his mouth gushing blood so much that even clenching his teeth couldn't stop it.

A maid-dressed assassin attacked him, and suddenly, a thin, gleaming sword tip pierced through her high breasts and then retracted.

The figure who rushed out of the underground living area, with slightly blue hair and wearing a black mask, retrieved his rapier and stood guard beside Guan Luoyang.

The security personnel of the Singapore-Malaysia Port Security Department must not be involved in this kind of thing, but the captain and vice-captain of the Ghost Cry Squad never said they were not there from beginning to end.

Guan Luoyang leaned against the wall, barely managing to look up into the rain.

"All warfare is based on deception, and the way of the sword is the way of warfare. Sanada, your sword has been put to its fullest use."

Sanada Sengun, standing in the rain, watched as the men who had killed him were defeated again. He closed his eyes, his heart filled with no regrets.

The border battles continue, but the torrential rains in the sky will soon cease.

(End of this chapter)