At this moment, Su Kuang had already forgotten his purpose in coming to Taiyang Academy. He was only focused on killing the prey in front of him that he had set his sights on.
He also seemed to know the power of the Xia Sword in Zhang Yu's hand. He didn't dare to test the sword with his own body. As he charged forward, he still had the strength to glance at it and roughly judge the possible trajectory of the sword after it was unsheathed.
This wasn't difficult. There was a limit to how much a person's bones and joints could bend. And from the way Zhang Yu stood, it wasn't difficult to judge the maximum range of the sword after he exerted force.
In reality, he didn't understand the knowledge behind this, but the divine robe on his body gave him the ability to observe these things.
He was even more confident that with his speed, even if Zhang Yu's awareness was sharp and discovered something was wrong in advance, it would be impossible for him to make adjustments halfway. This was because the reaction speed of a normal person couldn't be compared to that of a person wearing a divine robe.
One was a person.
The other … was a god!
Zhang Yu watched his opponent charge forward. He maintained his calm breathing. The Xia Sword in his hand trembled slightly, as if it was about to leap out. The sword body that was suffused with a lustrous jade color moved a little from the scabbard.
Under the stimulation of this extreme danger, he felt that everything around him had quieted down. The clear lake in his heart reflected the many auras outside. However, within this, there was a cruel and tyrannical aura that didn't fit in with the rest of the world that rushed in from the outside.
He didn't think too much about it. He just followed the direction of the aura and slashed out with his sword under the influence of his will.
A clear sword light was reflected in Su Kuang's eyes. He grinned and stretched out one hand. He tilted his head to the side and his body also tilted in that direction. However, he still maintained the speed of his forward charge.
His past experience told him that if he did this, the sword would at most slide past his cheek. If it came down, it would be time for him to circle around to his back and kill his prey.
He liked the thrill of walking on the edge of a blade, especially every time the blade brushed past the surface of his skin. That cold stimulation always made him want to lick it with his tongue.
But this time, he had clearly miscalculated.
However, the sword light did not leave him because of this. Instead, it chased after him in a mysterious arc. The sharp tip of the sword ignored the layer of light that appeared on his body and directly cut into his right cheek. It split open his hard teeth and bones, and then smoothly slid out from the other side.
Following that streak of snow-white brilliance in the darkness, part of his lower jaw, including half of his tongue, was chopped off by the sword. More than ten broken teeth flew out, falling all over the ground.
Su Kuang let out a shrill howl from his throat. Under the pain, he could no longer control his body's balance and fell to the ground. The strong inertia pushed him forward. He rolled and crashed into several shelves before finally crashing into a brick wall.
Zhang Yu's sword was successful, the tip of the sword pointed outwards, his sleeves fluttering in the wind.
He slowly turned around and faced Su Kuang.
But in that short moment, there was nothing there anymore.
Even in his heart lake, he had lost track of the other party's aura.
He looked at the ground. There was not a single drop of blood left where the lower jaw had fallen. There were only a few pieces of clothing left.
A light flickered in his eyes.
The texture and style of the clothing were very easy to recognize.
The Victory Clothing of the Army of God!
His gaze shifted to the distance. The guards of the warehouse were lying on the ground, their faces pale as if they were drowning. Part of their throats had been torn apart by their own claw. Fortunately, they were being held down tightly, but they were still struggling for their lives.
He thought about it. The power of the Army of God of the Protectorate came from the God Robe, and all the God Robes of the Dongting Protectorate came from the EsGod of this continent.
He specialized in ancient natural history. From the ability that the other party had displayed and the vague image of the god that had just appeared, he could roughly deduce the origin of the God Robe.
Selmyr was a rainforest god that the natives called the "God of the Shadow Hunt." According to legends, he wore the fur of a sacred leopard and could travel through the shadows. He had spied on the privacy and weaknesses of others many times and used this to plot against many powerful enemies.
And the person who wore the God Robe had the ability to reach the peak. They were almost equal to the gods of another world, but under normal circumstances, they were far inferior.
Zhang Yu looked around. Although the other party had been cut by his sword, his life force was not weak. Now that he had not appeared, he might be looking for an opportunity to escape or counterattack.
However, he was not in a hurry. This was Taiyang Academy. The commotion just now would definitely attract the attention of the Xuanfu. He believed that people would arrive soon. It was advantageous for him to wait.
At this moment, Su Kuang was moving through the shadows like a fish. His speed was extremely fast and silent. Even if someone was standing nearby, they would not be able to discover his existence.
His heart was filled with fear, anger, and humiliation. He couldn't understand how that sword had managed to cut him.
The serious injury had already caused him to lose the ability to counterattack. Even if he had an extraordinary body, he could only barely maintain his consciousness.
Now, what he needed to do was to leave this place and find an opportunity to take revenge.
However, he had come here today for a task that the Army of God had given him. There was something that he had to find a way to take back. This way, this mission could not be considered a complete failure.
He avoided Zhang Yu from afar and passed by people one by one. However, no one noticed anything strange.
It was as if his entire person had become one with the shadows.
After a while, he entered the room that "Old Yang" had blown up. He scuttled back and forth in the shadows of the rubble. Those dark crevices and corners were clearly visible in his eyes.
After a few rounds, he found what he was looking for. It was a vine rope that was neither too long nor too short. It was the vine rope that was rooted on "Old Yang's" wrist.
With the item in hand, he did not want to stay here any longer. He scuttled out of the shadows, ran two steps, and suddenly jumped. He disappeared into another shadow and then repeated the process. His entire body flickered and moved in an irregular trajectory. He moved out of the warehouse at an extremely fast speed.
Zhang Yu once again felt that vicious aura in his heart. However, this time, it appeared behind him and was rapidly moving away. It seemed that today's battle would end here.
However, at this moment, the desire to kill his opponent in his heart spurred the sword in his hand to hum and tremble.
He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and raised the Xia Sword in his hand. Then, he spun around and threw it!
Whoosh!
A ray of sword light shot out like a bolt of lightning!
At this moment, Su Kuang was already far away from Zhang Yu. He suddenly felt a strong sense of danger coming from behind him. At this moment, he just happened to leap into the air. The instinct that the divine robe gave him allowed him to make the correct judgment. He twisted his body with all his strength and barely avoided the sword.
His eyes could not help but reveal a ruthless and pleasantly surprised expression.
His opponent throwing a sword at him was undoubtedly a stupid move. Without this sword, what could he use to contend against him? Should he kill his way back in a moment?
However, just as the sword passed by his side, before it had completely passed him, the Xia Sword that was originally flying in a straight line suddenly trembled. With a hum, the sword seemed to be moved by some kind of power. It turned in the air and turned from a stab into a spinning slash!
His pupils shrank and he desperately twisted his body. However, even so, half of his neck was still brought in by the sword light.
In the air, a human figure fell down in a twisted position. He lay there for a while, moved his hands and feet a few times, and then struggled to get up. He covered one side of his neck and staggered as he ran outside.
The light that should have been on Su Kuang's body had completely disappeared. Fresh blood continuously flowed out from the wound, and more and more of it.
He violently gasped for breath. His heart was filled with fear. There was a shadow in front of him. As long as he could hide in it, he would be safe.
However, just as half of his body was about to enter, a jade hand flashing with light reached out from behind. It grabbed his neck and pulled him out. Then, it fiercely slammed him to the ground, causing him to lose consciousness on the spot. Then, a delicate foot mercilessly stepped down. With a crack, his hip bone was crushed. The person who came bent down and took away the vine rope from his hand.
At this time, Zhang Yu had already retrieved his Xia Sword from the side of the stone wall. Just as he was about to look in Su Kuang's direction, he saw a graceful woman wearing glasses and wearing white clothes with a bamboo sword at her waist walk out of the night. She dragged Su Kuang out by one foot like a dead dog and then threw him to the ground in front of her.
He sheathed his sword and nodded in respect. "Teacher Xin." “
Xin Yao pushed up her glasses. Looking at him, she said, "Brother Zhang, beautiful sword."
"Yamen of Sikou patrol! Idlers, back off! "
A loud roar came, accompanied by the sound of chaotic footsteps. A dozen or so Yamen of Sikou patrol aggressively rushed in with guns in their hands. However, the scene in front of them made their breathing stop and their expressions stiffen.
Su Kuang was lying on the ground like a dead dog. The lower half of his face had disappeared. It was almost unrecognizable.
Although Zhang Yu and Xin Yao were both wearing teacher robes, they both held swords in their hands. Captain Sikou had good eyesight. Looking at them, he guessed that they were most likely Xuanfu's people. Further behind them were gradually gathering school guards with guns in their hands.
Captain Sikou's mouth and tongue were dry. His palms were sweating. He wanted to say something but couldn't.
Xin Yao said lightly, "Yamen of Sikou came quickly. Are they in cahoots with the people who destroyed the school?"
"Of course not!"
Captain Sikou hurriedly denied. However, as soon as the words left his mouth, he had a bad feeling.
Sure enough, he only heard Xin Yao say, "That's good. Captain Sikou, please come over here." She pulled out the bamboo sword at her waist and lifted up the already tattered cloak on Su Kuang's body, revealing the Army of God's Victory Robes.
She made a sound of acknowledgment and pushed up her glasses. "So it's the Army of God's people who have come to cause trouble." She turned her head to look at Captain Sikou. "I ask the Yamen of Sikou to bear witness."
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