In Chen Ang's hands, the short blade of light was like a ray of fatal light that always silently appeared at the vital points of the sandmen. Often, before they could see the sparkling white blade clearly, they would hear the buzzing sound of the sword coming from below their necks. Then, they would feel an electric shock that would plunge them into eternal darkness.
In Anakin's eyes, the sandmen's attacks were as fierce as a sandstorm. The alloy rods in their hands were enough to smash the skulls of the bansha beasts, and the plasma and toxins on the alloy rods were enough to kill a Krayt dragon. However, these bandits who had survived a reign of terror could not do anything to the sword-wielding man in front of them.
In his hands, the blade of light seemed to have a life of its own. Like a nimble snake, it shuttled between the saber rods that the sandmen were waving. Every time it jumped, the agile bodies of the sandmen seemed clumsy and full of flaws.
The sword light rapidly pierced through their flaws, easily taking away the lives of the sandmen one after another.
Very soon, the sand people noticed their companions falling one after another. They wailed hoarsely, and their shrill voices traveled dozens of miles away. Even though the sand people were fierce, they were still made of flesh and blood after all. They would also feel afraid of this kind of fearless death, and soon, they dispersed in an uproar.
Chen Ang chased after their backs and assassinated another three sandmen. Then, he saw more than ten sandmen flipping over the bansha beasts and escaping in a sorry state. When they left, there were only one-third of their original numbers. The remaining bansha beasts that had lost their masters wailed in confusion as they paced back and forth in front of their former masters.
"Teacher, the sandmen are very difficult to deal with!" Anakin hurriedly climbed down from the silver plate and looked at the corpses of the sandmen on the ground solemnly. "They will remember the people who killed their own kind. Once they find you in the wasteland, the large sandmen tribes in the wasteland will launch an attack on you. They will regard you as their mortal enemy. "
"Mortal enemy? Then let them regard me as their mortal enemy again! " Chen Ang patted his head nonchalantly. "No matter what the sandmen choose, they will only be left with two simple choices — live or die!"
"We don't have to make a choice. The weak are the ones who need to be considered."
Anakin looked up at Chen Ang in surprise.
"Anakin, as my disciple, the most important thing is to stick to your principles, do what you think you should do, and bear the consequences. I chose to tolerate it because I couldn't bear the consequences of doing so, and because I didn't have the power to protect you at that time. "
"A principle without strength is a pale promise. Strength without principles was like a blade held upside down. This is the spirit of chivalry. It is free and at the same time, it sticks to the bottom line. "
Chen Ang pointed at the corpse on the ground and asked, "Now tell me, what are your principles?"
Anakin looked at the blood around him and pondered for a long time. "The Sandmen are the bandits of the wastelands. Many families have been broken because of them. When they attacked Master, I wanted to kill them and felt that I should, but I couldn't bring myself to kill someone who couldn't fight back. I think all I can persist in is perhaps prudence."
"Well said, Anakin! You must always remember what I said today. When you are faced with the temptation of darkness, you must remember to treat killing with prudence. The spirit of chivalry is free and unrestrained, but to bear the consequences and responsibility of one's actions and to stick to the principles in one's heart should always be the same. "
Chen Ang waved his hand to summon the silver disc and stepped on it. "Alright, now that the Sandmen should think that they have shaken us off, according to the rules of Tatooine, we should go collect the spoils of war!"
The red electronic eye flickered slightly, and on the projected light screen, a few blue dots stopped at a hidden spot on the map. With a slight shake of his foot, the silver disc shot out like lightning.
Anakin lowered his head in silence for a moment, then suddenly looked up and asked, "Master, are you a chivalry?"
Chen Ang looked into the distance of the desert and did not answer for a long time. Only the sound of their clothes flapping in the wind could be heard from the silver disc. Anakin thought he had said something wrong, and just as he was hesitating to apologize to Chen Ang, Chen Ang suddenly spoke.
"I am. There is a part of me that belongs to the spirit of chivalry."
"What about the other part?" Anakin asked curiously.
"The other part should be the spirit of immortals! Free and unfettered, searching from top to bottom, persevering in oneself, grasping one's heart. Chivalry is a person, immortals are a path … "
"Just like a Jedi?" Anakin held the handle of the light blade and recited, "No need for passion; calm the mind. Do not follow the ignorant; follow the true knowledge. Do not indulge in lust, be calm and clear. There is no destruction, only the Force. "
He suddenly put down the light blade and looked at Chen Ang with sparkling eyes. "Master, I want to be a Xianxia. I like its creed more, there is a sense of freedom."
"Haha! This is different! You'd better be an honest Jedi! " Chen Ang laughed heartily and said, "I'm just a Dao seeker. I've only seen a small part of the road ahead. When the day comes when I truly understand it, I'll come back to tell you and ask for your choice!"
As they spoke, they could vaguely see a huge canyon in front of them. It was like an ugly crevice, piercing through the rocky plateau in front of them. The silver disc stuck close to the cliff and quickly dived into the canyon. In the distance, a blurry silver shadow shone under the sunlight.
"What's that?" Anakin curiously covered his eyes and stared at the silver dot with narrowed eyes. As the silver disc rapidly approached, the silver dot grew larger and larger, and soon a blurry shadow could be seen.
"It's a spaceship! A large spaceship! " Anakin shouted excitedly. He pointed at the flat silver shadow in the distance, extremely excited. Chen Ang adjusted his direction and quickly flew toward the spaceship from a more concealed angle.
As he got closer, Chen Ang realized that it was an abandoned spaceship. It must have met with an accident. The huge impact mark on the starboard side proved this. The blue dot on the radar was flashing where the spaceship was. From the sky, he could see a few Sandmen tents set up outside the spaceship, and some Sandmen were going in and out of the spaceship.
It seemed that one of the unfortunate spaceships had been used as a stronghold by the Sandmen.
With such a big piece of meat in front of him, Chen Ang would certainly not miss it. With a flash, the silver disc slid to the bottom of the spaceship. A few Sandmen were resting there, and when they saw Chen Ang, they hurriedly picked up their weapons. Chen Ang could even see the bloodstains from the previous battle on their weapons.
The leader of the Sandmen roared, and said with difficulty in the language commonly used on Tatooine, "Foreigner, leave this place! Or die! "Dozens of Sandmen gathered behind him, staring at Chen Ang with an extremely resentful gaze.
Some of the Sandmen who had not experienced the battle began to stir.
Chen Ang pulled out the handle, and with a soft hiss, a blazing white blade of light poked its head out. "Sandmen, leave my spoils of war, or die!"
Before he finished speaking, a few Sandmen could not hold it in any longer, and with a roar, they pounced forward. The rest of the Sandmen hesitated for a moment before following suit. This time, there were more Sandmen, and the leader of the Sandmen was holding an alloy rod that was at least twice the weight of an ordinary Sandman, and swung it through the air.
The ferocious blade of the rod flickered with blue lightning, and with an incomparably fierce force, it struck straight at the top of Chen Ang's head. Behind him, several alloy rods with protruding blades flew out of the Sandmen's hands and slashed at Chen Ang.
The Lightsaber in Chen Ang's palm spun, and with a backhand grip on the hilt, his body suddenly dashed out, turning into a stream of light, and rushed into the middle of the Sandmen. His body twisted into a strange shape, and he shrunk into a small ball, avoiding the first wave of attacks from the Sandmen.
His body suddenly sprang open like a spring, and the Lightsaber stuck close to his body, drawing a strange arc. The Lightsaber stuck close to the Sandmen, and every time it flickered, a Sandman bandit would fall.
Chen Ang's footsteps suddenly intersected in a complicated manner, and with a flip of his body, he appeared behind the leader of the Sandmen from the front. Then, the Lightsaber stabbed out, and easily sank into the Sandman's spine. Then, the Lightsaber flipped in a circle, and the fluctuating high-energy particle beam completely destroyed the Sandman's nervous system.
Plop.
The body of the Sandman leader fell with a loud thud.
Chen Ang floated up from the Sandman leader's body and used it as a shield. He immediately felt the vibrations of the body in his hands. Dozens of shrapnel had turned the Sandman leader into a pile of mush, but Chen Ang had already circled behind them, and the Lightsaber in his hands swiped lightly.
Before they could react, two of their heads hung down heavily, revealing the back of their heads. Their bodies swayed a few times, and they fell heavily to the ground.
Chen Ang's reaction was simply bullying the Sandmen. The Lightsaber in his hands danced around, and he calmly calculated the Sandmen's vital points, using the least amount of effort to kill them one by one. Every time the Lightsaber flashed, it would be accompanied by the sound of a body falling.
Very soon, the Sandman tribe could not hold on any longer.
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