From the Dragon and Tiger Cavalry to Hunting Sins and Becoming Saints

Chapter 43 Death Battle

Fu Que's mind went completely blank.

Time travel, Da Zhao, The Strange Painter, Dragon and Tiger Cavalry, Hu Liangyu, Xu Qingying, Slaughter, Fishermen's Mutual Aid Association...

If we're just waiting to die now, can we still catch the next express train to another world?

In the blink of an eye, in a moment of complete emptiness.

Fu Que's right hand moved on its own. The scroll swordsman in his sea of ​​consciousness seemed to be controlling Fu Que, and the scroll of sketching moved accordingly.

It was as if a distant voice was calling out.

Rage, resentment, despair, deathly silence.

He had once devoured a broken jade pendant, and a figure dressed in gray prison clothes with a distorted face had once crashed into his body.

He was forged countless times in the Fish Abyss Death Row, mechanically wielding the blade until he was numb, until he was good enough to be extracted by the Imperial Guard's armory, that fighting blade that was ingrained in his bones.

Fu Que's arms were as unpredictable as shadows, with muscles and veins bulging like small snakes. In the blink of an eye, he had already unleashed eighteen slashes.

The fierce roar that erupted from him shattered the surrounding void.

In an instant, sand and stones flew, splashing up countless ears of wheat.

Eighteen slashes, each capable of piercing gold and splitting stone, were enough to instantly cleave the horse's head in two.

The extreme cold light formed a terrifying protective array, swirling around and slaying the four enemies who were surrounding them.

"it turns out!"

In the blink of an eye, blood exploded, and a strong stench of blood spread. All the wheat ears within a two-meter radius were cut down, and blood droplets flew or fell freely.

All four figures staggered backward.

Fu Que staggered back several steps, instantly drenched in sweat. Deep bloodstains appeared on his chin, left arm, left shoulder, and side waist, staining his black clothes red.

He was not a prisoner-wearing martial artist after all, and did not possess that incredible power of refining qi. Naturally, the eighteen sword lights, each with the force of a thousand pounds, were not the ultimate strikes forged through countless trials, and thus could not protect Fu Que completely.

While achieving a decisive victory, he also sustained several injuries himself.

This injury was truly the most serious Fu Que had suffered since arriving in Da Zhao.

Four figures staggered backward, leaving only the figures that had surrounded Fu Que from behind, trying to hold him and restrict his movement.

The figure stood there, stunned. First, fine beads of blood oozed from between the eyebrows and on the neck. Then, the fine chains clattered to the ground. Immediately afterward, the figure was blown away by the wind like a child's crookedly stacked blocks.

His entire body shattered.

It was as horrifying as being cut by the classic laser mesh from Resident Evil, except without that small piece, there was still a huge amount of blood flowing out.

"Damn, is this really something a beginner martial artist can do?"

His left arm hung limply at his side, and a series of blood dripped down his trembling fingers. The gaunt man's face was filled with deep horror.

Fortunately, he excelled in agility, and by a hair's breadth, he would not have lost his left arm, but instead his entire body would have been split in two!

Since he began practicing martial arts, the gaunt man had never seen such fast and exquisite sword light.

I thought I'd been assigned an easy target, but it turned out to be a vicious beast that was pretending to be weak while actually being strong.

"Third brother!"

The bat, who had been mocking the gaunt man, was furious. He never expected that the encirclement and killing, which should have been as easy as catching a turtle in a jar, would end up like this. His brother, who had gained intelligence with him, was killed without even a complete corpse after just one encounter.

"You deserve to die!"

The other bat, also filled with shock and rage, disregarded its bleeding wounds and, accompanied by a deluge of flying stones, charged towards the bleeding Fu Que like a predatory bat.

Almost all of the four people present were injured.

Imprisonment in darkness, experiments day after day, blood-draining and marrow-sniffing extractions, and cold-blooded evaluations.

Endless resentment and anger filled Fu Que's entire mind.

Even though the previous sword formation had exhausted his strength, leaving him powerless to exert force from his waist and abdomen.

Fu Que continued to laugh wildly, pushing off the ground and charging forward. He dodged the attacks on vital points by the flying locust stones, channeling his qi and blood throughout his body and tensing his muscles to withstand the remaining flying locust stones.

The dull thuds of flesh being pierced were as frequent as a sudden downpour, but Fu Que seemed oblivious. He slammed his toe into the throat of the bat that was attacking him head-on, sending it tumbling through the air and spitting out a mouthful of blood.

He then leaped away, dodging another bat that was bending down to grope his genitals.

As he leaped and flipped in mid-air, a sharp blade struck the bat's shoulder. As his right leg landed, he hooked and swept it backward, causing the bat, whose right arm had been severed at the shoulder, to kneel on the ground. His left elbow, with a swift, powerful strike, slammed into the bat's head.

The Crane Cry Fist unleashed a powerful shockwave, spraying blood and bone fragments in a radial pattern that drenched the bat that had flung out the flying locust stones.

"thump."

Fu Que walked past the limp corpse without glancing to the side, his face twisted like a demon. He dragged his knife behind his back and strode toward the gaunt man with a leaden face. The standard-issue waist knife in his hand was chipped and stained with blood.

"I'll hold him off and buy you some time. If that thing explodes while we're trapped in this self-imposed prison, he won't survive. Hurry!"

There were desperate shouts echoing through the air.

Suddenly, Fu Que felt a sudden tightness around his waist. The bat that had fallen to the ground and was spitting blood had actually wrapped its arms around his waist, its sharp claws digging into its body, but were locked in place by the muscles, with blood trickling down.

Everything seemed like a nightmare. The trainee tiger rider who had been driven here seemed to have transformed into a monstrous demon who wanted to devour people, turning the united attack into a one-man torture game.

Without a second thought, Fu Que slammed his right elbow down, the explosive force striking the head of the creature embracing the bat, splattering Fu Que's face with broken bones and blood.

Even though it was already dead, the bat's arm was still tightly wrapped around Fu Que.

The gaunt man hesitated for a moment, but then discarded his blade and looked into his robes, giving Fu Que a look of despair.

"Grass!"

Fu Que's eyes reddened. His left arm was too badly injured, and he had just used it to block the flying locust stones, which basically rendered it useless. His right arm was stuck tightly, and his knife was held in a reverse grip.

He opened his mouth and tore at the flesh and bones of the dead bat that were locking his body, and large amounts of flesh and bone fragments soaked into the two of them.

The gaunt man held a black, round object in his right hand and opened his mouth to bite an inconspicuous protrusion on the sphere.

perish together!

With his arm injured, he knew that the apprentice Tiger Rider in front of him was still capable of fighting. Even if he managed to kill him by sheer luck, he would be seriously injured and would not be able to escape the Tiger Rider's pursuit.

Rather than being tortured to the point of wishing for death in prison afterward, it would be better to perish together with this promising trainee Tiger Rider. At least his family would receive a substantial compensation!

Both of them were filled with fierce killing intent in their eyes, as if the other was the only person in the world.

It bit me!

"Die!"

The gaunt man exerted force with his jaw, but Fu Que was already in front of him, raising his hand to scoop out the red mud from his hands.

"Pfft!"

"Click-clack".

……

"Keep alive!"

The dragon rider leading the team, his face grim, clenched his fist. Several figures clad in cloud-riding patterns instantly surrounded them. As the divine barrier of drawing a circle on the ground was broken, the earthen fortress formed by mud, straw, and weeds crumbled away.

Without the support of the magical artifact's power, the earthen fortress that had risen from the ground naturally vanished, revealing the scene inside.

Upon seeing this.

Even though the dragon rider in charge was prepared, he couldn't help but take a step back.