The Ancestral Legacy Begins in the Wild West

Faced with the intense pressure from Zhang Chang'an's attack, Jack sheathed his sword.

His body sprang from a position where it was impossible to maintain his balance, stopping the attack, and he slid back three feet with fluid movements.

He landed without making a sound, his toes lightly touching the ground, as if he were weightless.

Zhang Chang'an quietly finished sweeping the leg, then frowned.

"Hoo..." The night wind blew into the alley, and his calves burned with pain.

A thin line of blood slowly trickled down the tear in his pants. Just as Jack the Ripper had retreated, he had unexpectedly turned his blade and slashed at his leg.

"Mr. Zhang, you are even more impressive than I imagined."

Jack the Ripper regained his footing, but his right hand, gripping the knife, was twisted terribly, his wrist as if dislocated, and his fingers bent and twisted like tree branches.

This was the price he paid for his attack. He succeeded, but Zhang Chang'an's kick was equally powerful.

"You know, maybe from the first time I killed someone, I became different from ordinary people." He raised the willow-leaf knife, the blade reflecting a faint glow under the cold light of the whale lamp.

"Faced with a fearful prostitute and a dangerous opponent, my reaction is the same, so I know you are too. But only now, when we've actually fought, can I clearly see the difference between us."

As Jack spoke, he placed his right hand under his left, and after a few cracking sounds, he actually managed to straighten most of the dislocated bones back into place.

Zhang Chang'an simply stood there with his knife, listening to Jack's ravings.

He certainly knew the reason behind this. His ability to see through someone's rank required a certain amount of contact to trigger, and the previous few exchanges were enough:

"Jack the Ripper".

"Rank: Original Stone Step (38.99%)"

"Jack the Ripper did not receive any obvious inheritance, but cultivation is about gradually becoming inhuman."

The path he followed was strikingly similar to that of many assassins and killers. Their calm yet frenzied mental state was a defining characteristic, making their combat skills seem almost innate.

"Bang!" Zhang Chang'an slammed his injured leg into the ground, tensing his muscles to press down on the bleeding wound.

"To put it bluntly, he's just a genius. He trades his rationality for his abilities. He should have been sent to St. Elizabeth's Asylum as a child and dissected."

After experiencing the trials of a dungeon, Zhang Chang'an's cultivation level has also reached over 30%. Once he has collected all the benefits from this exploration, it will definitely be even higher. But before that, he needs to deal with this guy.

"This guy is too fast. We can't expect the Scotland Yard guys to drop their scones and coffee and rush over. The brothers won't be able to make it in time, and they might not even be able to help. We have to leave no trace..."

"Phew!" Jack the Ripper shook his coat again, and Zhang Chang'an finally figured out his movements.

His knees barely lifted, and his feet barely left the ground; it was more like he was gliding, his whole body hovering close to the ground.

This method of movement makes his actions silent and makes it impossible to predict his attack direction based on his body posture.

In the blink of an eye, Jack attacked from the left, his blade flashing as it aimed straight for Zhang Chang'an's neck.

Zhang Chang'an did not retreat. He decisively raised his left arm and used the armor plate to block the blow.

"Snap—"

The scalpel drew sparks as it sliced ​​through the steel. Jack used the momentum to spin, and through the narrow gap in the alley, he circled behind Zhang Chang'an, delivering a second stab to his lower back.

Zhang Chang'an's steam-powered longsword was activated simultaneously.

hiss--!

A plume of white steam shot out from the vent on the side of the blade, resembling Su Qin carrying his sword, the blade pointing straight behind him.

"Whoosh!" The longsword missed its mark. Zhang Chang'an swung it backhand, instantly turning around, twisting his hips and pushing off the ground, channeling his power to the tip of the sword. He gripped the longsword, which was suspended in mid-air, with both hands and slashed it horizontally.

With a sizzle, the blade sliced ​​through Jack the Ripper's jacket, leaving a charred mark on the dark gray fabric.

"Whoosh..." The ripped coat continued to flutter in its open state, but Jack's movements did not stop.

Zhang Chang'an could only see the wide hem of his robe, but he resolutely gritted his teeth and held his breath.

Suddenly, time around him slowed down, and he was able to access information that was invisible to the naked eye once again.

Using his coat as cover, Jack stabbed a knife through his clothes, aiming for his own face. More importantly, as he slashed, his other hand reached behind him, and an even shorter knife flew out.

Zhang Chang'an's body reacted decisively in the frozen moment. He suddenly turned to the side, and his steam-powered longsword slashed out at the same time.

Jack's coat was torn open, and the throwing knife went straight through it, but it was deflected by his blade with a clang.

But Jack's attack followed immediately afterward.

The coat's trajectory changed due to the hole, and his knife-wielding motion changed simultaneously, from a straight thrust to a diagonal slash, aiming directly at Zhang Chang'an's neck.

At the critical moment, Zhang Chang'an decisively flipped and turned, his left hand lashing out like a cannonball, his body leaning back and twisting to dodge the blade.

With the steam engine at full power, his fist, like a cannonball, pierced through Jack's arm and slammed into Jack's ribs!

Click!

The sound of bones cracking was clearly audible.

Jack's body flew backward, but he didn't fall when he landed. Instead, he used the wall as leverage to push off, spinning as he landed back on the ground. His body was clearly weak, and he almost fell over.

Blood immediately spilled from the corner of his mouth, but he was still smiling.

Just as Zhang Chang'an attacked, Jack's dagger pierced the gap in the arm armor plate, pried it open, and extended, instantly piercing Zhang's forearm, causing blood to splatter.

The scalpel is still stuck in Zhang Chang'an's forearm, the blade piercing through the muscle and almost touching the bone.

He gritted his teeth, tucked the steel knife under his armpit, decisively pinched the acupoint on his left arm with his right hand, and at the same time pulled out the knife and threw it on the ground.

Blood dripped and splattered on the stone slab.

Ahead, Jack moved again: "A wise choice... otherwise my specially made blade would only make the wound bigger and bigger."

He reached behind him, and another knife appeared in his hand: "But you'll lose blood. How much longer can you hold on like this?"

Zhang Chang'an remained silent, only reaching his right hand into his robes.

In the blink of an eye, three specially made bullets suddenly appeared in his hand, which he flicked back and slammed hard into the ground.

"boom!"

The bullet shattered, and the whale oil ignited upon contact with air, sending eerie blue flames rapidly spreading along the ground where fragments of wooden wall had fallen. The firelight illuminated Jack's twisted smile vividly, yet he showed no sign of backing down.

"Whoosh!" The flames were swirled by the airflow, and Jack, swaying his heavy clothes, flashed in front of him once again.

Zhang Chang'an decisively took half a step back, and with a Mo family sickle kick, he swept up the burning fragments of the wooden wall on the ground.

The entire plank, engulfed in flames, flew toward Jack.

Jack moved like a ghost, shifting three feet to the side before the plank arrived. But this reduced his range of movement.

Zhang Chang'an seized the opportunity and unleashed a full-force slash with his steam-powered longsword.

"laugh--"

The knife tip pierced Jack's abdomen in an instant.

However, Jack the Ripper's reaction was not significant. In that extremely close moment, he flung out the hand he had been hiding behind his back and stabbed Zhang Chang'an in the chest.