Red Death
The two remaining sixth rank bandits after witnessing Big Fish's death, began to panic and fear for their lives.
Instead of sitting ducks and hiding, the two bandits thought it was better to engage in quick movements that would put the archers in a tight spot.
But alas, they weren't aware of their already sealed fates.
The eyes of the death god could already foresee their inevitable fates and no matter how quickly they moved, the already-released arrows furiously pierced the wind and relentlessly sought after the marked targets.
Eeuk!
Aaargh!
Two individual screams, filled with despair and hopelessness, reverberated in the surroundings before everything returned to its initial quietness.
Using the least amount of force, Zhao Wei burst out with the greatest amount of initial velocity and in an instant, he was already a meter away from Mu Dao.
"I thought it was wise to face you head-on instead of stressing out our 'leader' to deal with a small fry like you." Zhao Wei calmly spoke as he put away the bow and arrows by placing them across his shoulder.
"Shut up! You little shit!" Mu Dao bellowed in anger and like a maddened bull, twin fumes gushed out of his nostrils.
Despite being angry and hurt by the abrupt loss of his subordinates, who were exterminated like useless vermin within two minutes, Mu Dao took Zhao Wei's words seriously.
He began to look around trying to search for the so-called leader.
The youth before him was already monstrous enough and had the same cultivation base as him. If his so-called 'leader' was put into the equation, then his life was going to be in grave danger.
'The human mind can believe whatever it wants to believe and a person can easily be tricked if they want to be tricked.' Zhao Wei mused lightly before his figure disappeared instantly, leaving behind only a cloud of dust.
When he reappeared again, it was in front of Mo Dao, his fist narrowing close to the bandit's face.
Contrary to what Zhao Wei expected to happen, Mo Dao reacted quickly by using an inner strength barrier to dampen and reduce the force of the terrifying fist.
The resultant force brought rise to a shockwave that blasted Mo Dao five meters away from Zhao Wei.
Mo Dao's face retained its initial colour and vibrancy, meaning that he hadn't suffered from any injuries and the shockwaves had, in fact, helped him to escape a certain disaster.
How can a person's body produce such terrifying power?
What type of pills and food did that guy use to punch like that? What type of body cultivation technique could it be?
Various thoughts ran through Mu Dao's mind, all within a second.
Mu Dao frowned as he began to recall all the events that had led to the current moment.
He found that something crucial was missing.
Seven arrows, seven kills, almost simultaneously.
Arrows that can change trajectory.
Everything clicked.
A look of realization dawned on Mu Dao's face after thinking things over.
"Y-You are the only one here. You tried to trick me earlier on." Mu Dao clicked his tongue in hatred.
"I don't want to believe that someone has such godly archery skills to kill seven men almost instantly. So there were people like you in this world." Mu Dao had a self-deprecating smile on his face.
"If I defeat you and then kill you, wouldn't my martial prowess receive an unimaginable boost?" Mu Dao said nonchalantly as he brandished his well-crafted silver blade that reeked of immense killing intent and its sharp edges shone with a lethal light.
It showed that the blade had slain far too many enemies to portray its current glory.
"To avenge my comrades, my blade shall not spare you, kid." Mu Dao inched closer.
"You should feel honoured to be my 101th victim, sinner!"
[Dance of the Blade God]
Mu Dao executed a complex movement technique that increased his speed as he raised his blade to deliver judgment upon Zhao Wei.
Mu Dao was confident that the inexperienced youth wouldn't be able to escape in time since [Dance of the Blade God] restricted the enemy's movement, caging them in to be sliced and diced up into meat slabs.
It was perfect for enemies who liked to scurry around a lot.
SLASH!
SLASH!
SLASH!
Several blade arcs barraged Zhao Wei's figure in all directions. Mu Dao could already foresee his diced-up body, brutally cut off from the world.
WHOOSH!
But what Mu Dao cut was cloudy, almost illusory, an afterimage that dispersed in an instant.
"You made pretty big swings there, my boy."
Zhao Wei performed a sharp sidekick that aimed for Mu Dao's ribs.
Mu Dao immediately transitioned from attack to defence as he tried to use his blade to defend against Zhao Wei's kick.
BOOM!
Mu Dao felt as if a gargantuan mountain was pressing down on his ribs, trying to crush his lungs and the very air out of him. Like a ball, Mu Dao was hurled into the air as his body destroyed numerous trees in his way.
*Bleurgh*
*Eeuk*
Mu Dao coughed up blood that contained clotted fragments of his innards. Even the inner strength barrier he had deployed at the last moment of contact to cushion the attack hadn't saved him this time around.
Mu Dao couldn't believe that he was gravely injured to this degree with just two moves.
Mu Dao winced in pain as he tried to graze his finger across his broken ribs.
'What power! We are both in the Martial Master realm but he is casually throwing fists and kicks capable of destroying the terrain. From what hellhole did this devil emerge from?!' Mu Dao realized that his life was in danger and the familiar feeling of death that he had experienced in various life-and-death battles loomed over his very being.
The difference between the past experiences and the current situation was huge. The feeling of death coming from his opponent's ferocity was extremely strong and suffocating unlike his past enemies!
When it came to such types of enemies, there was only one solution.
Run.
One had to run like they had never run before in their entire life.
It was called 'tactical retreat' and 'quick judgment.'
Mu Dao did just that.
[Blood Burning Escape Art]
Mu Dao burned his life essence and vitality as he erupted with power that almost felt unlimited.
WHOOSH!
Mu Dao was like red lightning zapping across trees.
He now tied all of his hopes to escaping and finding the 'Grandmaster'.
Mu Dao believed that only the 'Grandmaster' could save him from that terrifying monster.
Mu Dao didn't want to die just like any other human who loved their life and existence.
The effects of using [Blood Burning Escape Art] were extremely bad but they could be resolved under the right and stringent conditions.
As for his life, that couldn't be reclaimed once it was lost. He only had one life.
After covering several kilometres and seeing that he had lost Zhao Wei, Mu Dao released a small sigh of relief as he supported his weak body by leaning against a tree.
He was beyond exhausted but enough energy for another run still pulsated within his energy vessels.
"This should be enough. I am just a few kilometres away from where the Grandmaster is staying." Hope shone off Mu Dao's eyes.
"And once I reach the Grandmaster, I am going to tell him about that brat. It seems our locations have been compromised."
Mu Dao breathed heavily and just as he was about to continue his escape, a voice full of energy and interest came from above.
"I never expected "Red Death" to exist in this universe. You, sir, have surely opened this ignorant one's eyes."
"H-How?!" Mu Dao immediately lost all hope after failing to come up with any sufficient reasoning behind Zhao Wei's unreasonable speed.
How deplorable!
How unfair!
***
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Red Death
The two remaining sixth rank bandits after witnessing Big Fish's death, began to panic and fear for their lives.
Instead of sitting ducks and hiding, the two bandits thought it was better to engage in quick movements that would put the archers in a tight spot.
But alas, they weren't aware of their already sealed fates.
The eyes of the death god could already foresee their inevitable fates and no matter how quickly they moved, the already-released arrows furiously pierced the wind and relentlessly sought after the marked targets.
Eeuk!
Aaargh!
Two individual screams, filled with despair and hopelessness, reverberated in the surroundings before everything returned to its initial quietness.
Using the least amount of force, Zhao Wei burst out with the greatest amount of initial velocity and in an instant, he was already a meter away from Mu Dao.
"I thought it was wise to face you head-on instead of stressing out our 'leader' to deal with a small fry like you." Zhao Wei calmly spoke as he put away the bow and arrows by placing them across his shoulder.
"Shut up! You little shit!" Mu Dao bellowed in anger and like a maddened bull, twin fumes gushed out of his nostrils.
Despite being angry and hurt by the abrupt loss of his subordinates, who were exterminated like useless vermin within two minutes, Mu Dao took Zhao Wei's words seriously.
He began to look around trying to search for the so-called leader.
The youth before him was already monstrous enough and had the same cultivation base as him. If his so-called 'leader' was put into the equation, then his life was going to be in grave danger.
'The human mind can believe whatever it wants to believe and a person can easily be tricked if they want to be tricked.' Zhao Wei mused lightly before his figure disappeared instantly, leaving behind only a cloud of dust.
When he reappeared again, it was in front of Mo Dao, his fist narrowing close to the bandit's face.
Contrary to what Zhao Wei expected to happen, Mo Dao reacted quickly by using an inner strength barrier to dampen and reduce the force of the terrifying fist.
The resultant force brought rise to a shockwave that blasted Mo Dao five meters away from Zhao Wei.
Mo Dao's face retained its initial colour and vibrancy, meaning that he hadn't suffered from any injuries and the shockwaves had, in fact, helped him to escape a certain disaster.
How can a person's body produce such terrifying power?
What type of pills and food did that guy use to punch like that? What type of body cultivation technique could it be?
Various thoughts ran through Mu Dao's mind, all within a second.
Mu Dao frowned as he began to recall all the events that had led to the current moment.
He found that something crucial was missing.
Seven arrows, seven kills, almost simultaneously.
Arrows that can change trajectory.
Everything clicked.
A look of realization dawned on Mu Dao's face after thinking things over.
"Y-You are the only one here. You tried to trick me earlier on." Mu Dao clicked his tongue in hatred.
"I don't want to believe that someone has such godly archery skills to kill seven men almost instantly. So there were people like you in this world." Mu Dao had a self-deprecating smile on his face.
"If I defeat you and then kill you, wouldn't my martial prowess receive an unimaginable boost?" Mu Dao said nonchalantly as he brandished his well-crafted silver blade that reeked of immense killing intent and its sharp edges shone with a lethal light.
It showed that the blade had slain far too many enemies to portray its current glory.
"To avenge my comrades, my blade shall not spare you, kid." Mu Dao inched closer.
"You should feel honoured to be my 101th victim, sinner!"
[Dance of the Blade God]
Mu Dao executed a complex movement technique that increased his speed as he raised his blade to deliver judgment upon Zhao Wei.
Mu Dao was confident that the inexperienced youth wouldn't be able to escape in time since [Dance of the Blade God] restricted the enemy's movement, caging them in to be sliced and diced up into meat slabs.
It was perfect for enemies who liked to scurry around a lot.
SLASH!
SLASH!
SLASH!
Several blade arcs barraged Zhao Wei's figure in all directions. Mu Dao could already foresee his diced-up body, brutally cut off from the world.
WHOOSH!
But what Mu Dao cut was cloudy, almost illusory, an afterimage that dispersed in an instant.
"You made pretty big swings there, my boy."
Zhao Wei performed a sharp sidekick that aimed for Mu Dao's ribs.
Mu Dao immediately transitioned from attack to defence as he tried to use his blade to defend against Zhao Wei's kick.
BOOM!
Mu Dao felt as if a gargantuan mountain was pressing down on his ribs, trying to crush his lungs and the very air out of him. Like a ball, Mu Dao was hurled into the air as his body destroyed numerous trees in his way.
*Bleurgh*
*Eeuk*
Mu Dao coughed up blood that contained clotted fragments of his innards. Even the inner strength barrier he had deployed at the last moment of contact to cushion the attack hadn't saved him this time around.
Mu Dao couldn't believe that he was gravely injured to this degree with just two moves.
Mu Dao winced in pain as he tried to graze his finger across his broken ribs.
'What power! We are both in the Martial Master realm but he is casually throwing fists and kicks capable of destroying the terrain. From what hellhole did this devil emerge from?!' Mu Dao realized that his life was in danger and the familiar feeling of death that he had experienced in various life-and-death battles loomed over his very being.
The difference between the past experiences and the current situation was huge. The feeling of death coming from his opponent's ferocity was extremely strong and suffocating unlike his past enemies!
When it came to such types of enemies, there was only one solution.
Run.
One had to run like they had never run before in their entire life.
It was called 'tactical retreat' and 'quick judgment.'
Mu Dao did just that.
[Blood Burning Escape Art]
Mu Dao burned his life essence and vitality as he erupted with power that almost felt unlimited.
WHOOSH!
Mu Dao was like red lightning zapping across trees.
He now tied all of his hopes to escaping and finding the 'Grandmaster'.
Mu Dao believed that only the 'Grandmaster' could save him from that terrifying monster.
Mu Dao didn't want to die just like any other human who loved their life and existence.
The effects of using [Blood Burning Escape Art] were extremely bad but they could be resolved under the right and stringent conditions.
As for his life, that couldn't be reclaimed once it was lost. He only had one life.
After covering several kilometres and seeing that he had lost Zhao Wei, Mu Dao released a small sigh of relief as he supported his weak body by leaning against a tree.
He was beyond exhausted but enough energy for another run still pulsated within his energy vessels.
"This should be enough. I am just a few kilometres away from where the Grandmaster is staying." Hope shone off Mu Dao's eyes.
"And once I reach the Grandmaster, I am going to tell him about that brat. It seems our locations have been compromised."
Mu Dao breathed heavily and just as he was about to continue his escape, a voice full of energy and interest came from above.
"I never expected "Red Death" to exist in this universe. You, sir, have surely opened this ignorant one's eyes."
"H-How?!" Mu Dao immediately lost all hope after failing to come up with any sufficient reasoning behind Zhao Wei's unreasonable speed.
How deplorable!
How unfair!
***
Enjoy!
For more advanced chapters and extra support (Patreon.com/OneArmedImmortal)
