You really can't forget about Li Xianyu. Is it because it's your first time? "War God said helplessly.
Li Peiyun paused for a moment before understanding War God's meaning. "Yeah …"
Li Peiyun left home at the age of fifteen and wandered the world for ten years, honing his Sword Dao. It was not that he had never been defeated, but those who he had defeated were all left behind in the process of catching up.
Those who he had enemies with were all killed by his sword.
Until two months ago, in the village of Three Li and a Half, he met his destined … enemy. Since then, he had suffered losses at the hands of Li Xianyu, but never once did he get back at him.
Li Xianyu was the first opponent he was helpless against.
"It's best if he's not here. If he's here, we can only run for our lives." War God glanced at him. "It's never too late for revenge."
Wherever Li Xianyu went, the Unparalleled War Soul followed. That kid was already an S-level master, and the Unparalleled War Soul now was completely different from when they were fighting for the Evil Dao's relic. If he met her, he would only be chased by her and beaten up.
"Be careful, Fifty-Fifty," War God said in a low voice.
"Is he strong?" Li Peiyun raised an eyebrow.
"Which one of Bosch's S-levels isn't strong? Their strongest skill is their combo attack, but they need at least three S-levels to perform it. That's what they rely on to fight against the Extreme Dao. But don't underestimate any of them. " War God explained to Li Peiyun, "Fifty-Fifty's Ability is balance. It balances the power of both sides. If you are stronger than him, you will be weakened. If not, you will be strengthened. So, your energy sword will probably be weakened and lose its invincible characteristic. "
"There's such an Ability?" Li Peiyun was shocked. "Fifty-Fifty with anyone … So that's what the title means."
As soon as he finished speaking, San Wu picked up an RPG and pulled the trigger without any hesitation.
"Disperse!" War God shouted.
As for him, he gathered his Qi and raised his shield … The rocket grazed past his left side and exploded around his scattered subordinates.
The shockwave of the explosion wreaked havoc with flames, blasting a large pit in the dark brown ground.
"She didn't use her superpower … Oh no, her real target is my men." War God shuddered as he came to a realization.
He wanted to respond, but the three didn't give him a chance. A second rocket was fired.
Unable to confirm if she was using her Precision Strike ability, War God did not dare to be careless. Facing the so-called king of individual combat weapons, he could not afford to let his guard down.
Boom!
Precise Strike couldn't be dodged; it could only be blocked. This was an explosion that couldn't be compared to a high-explosive grenade.
His protective shield was like a bubble in the wind. It lasted for a second before collapsing. War God's muscles trembled violently as he tried to divert the force. When the shockwave and fire touched his body, they slid away like a person stepping on grease.
War God had no time to care about his subordinates. He rushed out of the explosion. His hair and clothes were burned to ashes, and his skin was covered in burn marks. He crossed a distance of more than ten meters in a few steps and closed in on San Wu.
Ding!
With the crisp sound of the pin being pulled, San Wu took the grenade off his waist and threw it at War God.
Before the grenade could get close, War God punched out with his Qi and detonated it prematurely. Fire exploded between the two of them.
San Wu's eyes were red. She leaped into the explosion and the shockwave. Her hair fluttered in the wind. She swung the 1.4-meter rocket launcher like it was the Golden Cudgel and smashed it on War God's head.
The rocket launcher was obviously not a suitable close-range weapon. War God's skull was harder than it, so it broke in San Wu's hands.
War God elbowed San Wu in the chest. He closed in and started to throw punches and kicks at her. Any part of his body could be used as a weapon. He was a former grade-A assassin of the Ancient God.
"Too weak." War God shouted as he attacked. "It's been so many years and you still haven't improved."
"I can't appear in front of the target. I have to sneak in and give him a fatal blow," San Wu answered as she parried.
"Very good. You still remember my teachings. That's the most suitable fighting style for you because your ability is Precise Strike. But have you tried to assassinate anyone all these years? Do you remember what I told you? "
"I want …" San Wu suddenly exploded. She swung her elbow up and hit War God's wrist, blocking his fist. She then kicked War God away. "I want to kill you directly."
The tables had turned. San Wu unleashed her invincible strength. She used close combat, which she was not good at, to crush War God.
On the other side, after a rocket launcher messed up the formation, the five people that War God brought with him were killed mercilessly. In less than two seconds, all five of them had their heads smashed and their primordial spirits shattered. They were dead.
Li Peiyun did not stop them. She could not stop them and there was no need for her to. These subordinates were all good fighters. They could hold their own anywhere, but in the Pantheon Palace of Ten Thousand, they were the lowest combat power.
They were not even S-rank, so how could they fight against a top S-rank?
In a blur, Wu Wu, who had finished killing, approached him silently. He had a half-meter long knife in his hand and stabbed it at his chest.
"Chi!"
The Sword of Qi swung back, and with a sound like melting snow, the dagger was cut off. The cut was like a red-hot iron.
Wu Wu Kai took a few steps back and lowered his head to look at the Mystic Artifact that did not last a single round. He narrowed his eyes and said, "As expected of the Sword of Qi that was inherited from the Demonic Dao. It lives up to its name. Then, there's no other way. Let's have a fifty-fifty chance."
In the next moment, Li Peiyun felt a mysterious and strange power lock onto her. The vital energy and vigorous blood in her body were severely weakened, but her spirit became exceptionally vigorous.
It was obvious that this was a 50/50 innate ability.
"His aura and vitality are not as good as mine, but his psyche is much stronger than mine."
Li Peiyun came to this conclusion based on the changes in her body.
He was quite proud of himself. 'Look, one of the Ten Gods of Bosch is inferior to me in both vitality and aura.'
Due to the Three Talents Sword Principle, he had almost no shortcomings. His Qi activity was the strongest, followed by his Qi and blood, and his mental energy was the weakest. It corresponded to the order of strength of the "Three Swords" in the Three Talents Sword Principle.
After weakening Li Peiyun's strength, Wu Wu Kai took out two short knives from his wallet and got closer again. The blades drew an untraceable arc and slashed at Li Peiyun's neck.
Li Peiyun leaned back and dodged the knife. At the same time, she waved the Sword of Qi in her hand.
Dang!
Wu Wu Kai's other knife stood up and blocked the Sword of Qi. The Sword of Qi that had always been successful couldn't cut the short knife in his hand.
After falling into Wu Wu Kai's territory, the Sword of Qi was greatly weakened.
The throat cutting knife was dodged. After Wu Wu Kai blocked the Sword of Qi, he turned his wrist and raised the knife that was behind. The handle of the knife landed heavily on Li Peiyun's chest.
"Puff!"
The force penetrated through Li Peiyun's body and blasted a shallow pit on the ground below him.
"What a strong penetrating force." Li Peiyun felt something sweet in his throat. He almost spat it out. He gritted his teeth and held it back. With a low growl, he was about to counterattack …
Wu Wu Kai avoided the counterattack of the Sword of Qi with a snake-like movement. He moved behind Wu Wu Kai and crossed his back with his hands. The cold blades cut through the Sword of Essence that he was so proud of, leaving two shallow wounds.
This wasn't the end. Wu Wu Kai's attack had just begun. He moved around nimbly and dodged Li Peiyun's attack. He used his exquisite and peerless saber skills to leave numerous saber wounds on his body.
Even though Li Peiyun's Sword of Essence had built a strong fortress for him, the wounds weren't deep and didn't hurt his muscles or bones. However, the burning pain that spread throughout his body made Li Peiyun's heart burn with anger, but he couldn't do anything about it.
Yes, whether it was Qi or Qi, Wu Wu Kai was no match for Li Peiyun.
However, his opponent's skills completely crushed Li Peiyun's.
Li Peiyun felt like he was a beast with brute force. He was vulnerable in front of a human who was proficient in "skills."
In the past ten years, the cultivation of the Three Talents Sword had taken up most of his energy, so he had neglected the training of skills. However, with the mystery of the Three Talents Sword, he didn't need to train his skills.
Right now, he was at a disadvantage in this area.
Wu Wu Kai's territory allowed the strength of the two to reach a certain balance, like a scale. However, strength could be weakened and strengthened, but skills were a field that couldn't be reached by abilities.
For example, when a Ferrari raced against a Wuling Hongguang, the performance of a sports car allowed the Ferrari to easily crush the Wuling Hongguang. However, once both parties switched to Wuling Hongguang, Wu Wu Kai, who was an experienced driver, could easily crush him.
Li Peiyun took a deep breath. "The Bosch Ten Gods really live up to their name."
Even the top S-classes were divided into strong and weak. He was a newcomer, so compared to Wu Wu Kai, one of the top S-classes and one of the Bosch Ten Gods, he was still lacking.
However, Li Peiyun didn't panic too much. Their strengths weren't that different. If he couldn't beat him, he could still run.
.....
Bang!
War God blocked San Wu's fist and headbutted his opponent's forehead.
San Wu staggered backward. His head was bleeding, and he felt dizzy. His vision was overlapping and blurring.
"Look at yourself. You don't have the self-restraint of an assassin. Did the training you received get eaten by a dog? " War God swung his fist and smashed San Wu's smooth face. Her teeth flew out, and her eyes were bloodshot.
After fighting for so long, he was only a little out of breath. It seemed like he still had energy left. San Wu was already sweating profusely. He had used up a lot of energy. Most importantly, he was too familiar with San Wu, just like how a father was familiar with his daughter.
"Your ability shouldn't have faced the enemy head-on from the start, but you've been fighting them head-on every time. Your stupidity has sealed your fate. "
As long as San Wu didn't have the chance to use firearms and stayed close to her, San Wu was no threat to War God, who was famous for his close combat skills.
San Wu crossed her arms and blocked War God's punches again and again. The bones in her arms couldn't withstand such intense and concentrated attacks, and they started to crack …
Despair from the depths of her soul shrouded her.
She couldn't beat this man. Just like in the past ten years, she had never been able to win in the countless competitions they had competed with each other.
San Wu's combat skills were taught by War God. This man had taught her for more than ten years and knew her like the back of his hand.
For as long as she could remember, she had lived in the Ancient God's training camp. That was where the Ancient God trained the next generation of Grade-A assassins. There were more than two hundred children of the same age with her.
The Ancient God's method of training Grade-A assassins was cruel. The chosen children learned Qi cultivation, combat, and all kinds of cold weapons and firearms from a young age. Other than that, they didn't receive any other education. They couldn't go to school or play like other children.
Their childhood was only filled with training and the whipping of their instructors.
At the age of ten, the children would be forcibly awakened. Currently, the fastest way to awaken in the Blood Kin world was death. The fear between life and death was the best way to stimulate a person's potential.
The children were locked in a water tank alone with the mouth sealed. The awakened children would break the tank and come out, while the failed ones would stay in there forever.
San Wu's performance in the training camp was average. When she was ten years old, she awakened a very powerful and rare Esper Ability similar to Precision Strike during the usual awakening ceremony.
It was because of this ability that she was valued by the Ancient God's higher-ups and was treated as a key training target.
One day, an important person from the Ancient God suddenly wanted to see her, and the instructor brought her to meet him.
"Little one, you're so lucky to be favored by that person." The instructor mumbled and told her that the person was an extraordinary person who could decide their life and death with a single word.
"What's favored?"
"It means that he thinks you're good and wants to reward you."
"Reward meat?" San Wu was confused, and all she got in return was the instructor's loud laughter.
It was a tall and burly man. Just standing in front of him, San Wu was already trembling in fear.
"Only by forgetting your fear can you become a qualified killer." The man looked at her and frowned, seemingly dissatisfied with San Wu's performance.
"That's because your aura is too strong. How could I stay calm in front of you?" The instructor flattered.
"Number 3, are you willing to be my disciple?" The man ignored the instructor's flattery and looked down coldly at the girl who wasn't even as tall as his waist.
Even though she was afraid, she still asked the question that bothered her the most, "Will I get meat to eat if I become your disciple?"
"Yes."
"Oh."
That was the first time she met the War God, and the first time they spoke.
San Wu's childhood wasn't just filled with darkness. She had a very good friend who didn't have a name. In the training camp, everyone didn't have a name, only a number. She was number 3, and her friend was number 30.
That night, she secretly took the meat from the cafeteria and shared it with Number 30 in a secluded corner where no one could find her.
"I have a master." She chewed on the food, and when she spoke, her eyes seemed to twinkle like stars.
"What's a master?" number 30 asked.
She was a ten-year-old child who had never received formal education. Other than training every day, she didn't understand the meaning of a master.
"It's someone who can give me meat to eat."
"I'm so jealous."
"I'll share it with you. We're friends, after all."
However, the next day, she was brought to a small, dark room. There were two people in the room: the God of War who had just become her master, and the skinny Number 30. She was so scared that tears welled up in her eyes like a frightened deer.
"Kill her." War God threw a knife at San Wu's feet.
"No, don't …"
"Kill her. An assassin can't have friends, because friends can become a knife that pierces your heart at any time."
"Don't …"
"Kill her."
.....
With a crack, San Wu's arm was broken, and she was forced into a defensive stance. In the next moment, the War God's fists rained down like a storm. Her sternum, ribs, scapula … More than a dozen bones were broken, and even the palm that protected her vitals could not escape the fate of death.
She lost again. It was always like this …
In the past ten years, she had been defeated by this man again and again. The children in the training camp were envious of her, and the instructors tried to please her openly and secretly because she was War God's disciple. She would definitely stand out in the future competition for A-level assassins. As an A-level assassin of the Ancient God, she would be able to enter the higher ranks after retiring and even compete for the position of the leader.
War God gave her glory and status, but he also mercilessly took away her feelings. Family, love, friendship … She had nothing, and even her hobbies were taken away.
She did not have the right to like something, nor did she have the right to have friends. Slowly, she was made into an emotionless weapon.
She was born to kill, and she would die to kill.
"I yearn for friends!" San Wu once said to War God when she was 15.
Because of these words, she almost lost her life.
"Do you remember what I told you?" The God of War smashed the girl who was riddled with holes onto the ground and looked down at her from above: "On the night when you were fifteen, the night you were about to die."
If you want to regain your friendship, kill me! "
That day, she was on the verge of death, lying weakly on the bed. The War God stood at the head of the bed, looking down at her with a cold and condescending gaze.
He said those words to her.
San Wu lay on the ground, his eyes reflecting the unchanging gray and the Divine Palace hanging in the eastern sky.
She remembered the first time she met No. 30. It was when she did not complete her training and was locked up in a small dark room. She was not even 10 years old and had to stay in there for three days.
She was hungry and scared, but she did not dare to cry. She hid in the corner and shivered.
Just then, a bun was thrown in through the small window. Half of her face poked out, and her dark eyes scanned the room before locking on to San Wu in the corner.
San Wu recognized her. She was the girl who slept on the bunk above her. She liked to smile and had a pair of crescent eyes.
"The instructor said you didn't work hard and locked you up in the dark room."
San Wu did not speak and only looked at her.
"I hid the bun in the afternoon. The dark room doesn't give me food, I know."
San Wu knew that every child could only get three buns a day, and one bun was a meal.
This was her lunch.
"Why?"
"I want to be friends."
"What is a friend?"
"A friend is something that is good for a lifetime."
"Oh."
A friend was something that was good for a lifetime, but she had stabbed a knife into her friend's chest.
She could not forget how No. 30 looked before she died. The memories buried in her heart surged, and the pain was clear.
Later, she left the Ancient God and came to the training camp in Bosch. There, she finally gained the friendship she longed for. She got rid of the fate of being a weapon.
However, the God of War found her again. This man who had personally forged her into a weapon was the nightmare of her life.
She found warmth in Bosch, but that night, she fell into a cold hell again.
Kill you? As long as I kill you?
Yes, Master.
The fading red light lit up once again. Her eyes were filled with a cruel and ominous glint, and San Wu's beautiful face was covered with protruding veins.
Crack!
Something in the depths of her heart seemed to break.
All the emotions disappeared, and all the warmth dissipated. At this moment, it was as if a sleeping demon had awakened.
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