Chapter 25: Blood and Courage

Chapter 25: Blood Valor

"Zhao Qingxia, what are you doing grappling with this muscle stick? Don't be a fool, pull out my big spear, Lord Horse, and blast him."

The youth pressed his lips tightly together, shaking his head stubbornly.

"You're a craftsman, use your brain! Why do you keep doing brainless things?!"

The youth still turned a deaf ear, waving away the rubble and dust on his body, pulling his figure from the ruins.

With a *shing*, the black short blade sprang from his forearm into his palm.

"Again!!!!"

The thug's ferocity, suppressed at the bottom of his heart, finally got a thorough, hearty release. Li Jun felt incomparably refreshed at this moment, the killing intent in his heart growing ever more violent.

He casually tore off his coat, already near tatters, the Yazi tattoo on his neck writhing like a living thing as his blood vessels swelled, revealing a smile full of savage ferocity.

"Come on!!!!"

Two figures lunged out simultaneously, colliding together once more!

The saber techniques implanted in Zhao Qingxia's bio-chip were obviously no fewer than his fist techniques; Shaolin Single Saber, Yanqing Saber, Hongmen Saber, Crouching Tiger Saber......

Whether it was the agile, ethereal southern saber styles, or the fierce, domineering northern saber moves, all were at his fingertips.

Saber light rolled, blood splashed.

The black short blade was extremely sharp; a touch was enough to carve a hideous wound.

But Li Jun was like a demon possessed, completely ignoring the bloody mouths bursting open all over his body, engaging the saber waves barehanded.

For every slash he took, he returned a punch. Not yielding an inch!

That stubborn, maddened gaze sent a chill down Zhao Qingxia's heart. Coupled with the severe concussion his head had just suffered, his mimicked moves unavoidably underwent minute distortions.

All these changes were seen by Li Jun, the savage grin on his lips widening.

"Laugh your ass off!"

Zhao Qingxia's mood was irritable, unbearable. The black short blade, wrapped in fierce, malicious wind, stabbed straight for Li Jun's glabella!

Li Jun's right foot rose like a wicked dragon lifting its head, a simple yet sufficiently domineering straight kick stomping squarely on Zhao Qingxia's chest.

Another incomparably brutal exchange of injury.

Li Jun's right calf was gashed open, a deep wound revealing bone.

Zhao Qingxia backflipped through the air, spitting a large mouthful of blood the instant he landed and dissipated the force, his whole body drenched in sweat, panting heavily.

But before he could even ease the agonizing pain in his chest, a black shadow already loomed overhead.

Li Jun's ten fingers closed together like a blade, substituting hand for saber, executing the Single Saber Selection. A bone-piercing, icy killing intent enveloped Zhao Qingxia entirely.

Zhao Qingxia's face, mottled with blood, turned ruthless. The exoskeleton armor plates covering his body shifted silently, forming heavy defenses at vital points like his chest and head.

The black short blade, like a fierce veteran crossing a river, advanced indomitably, heading straight for Li Jun's heart.

"I want to see if your hide is tough, or my armor is hard!"

Zhao Qingxia roared in rage, but he seemed to have forgotten one thing. From some unknown moment, he had already been led by the nose by Li Jun, unconsciously abandoning the advantage of mimicked martial arts, his thinking falling into a vicious cycle of trading injury for life.

The next moment, a sudden, drastic change!

Only to see Li Jun's movement speed, already climbed to its peak, incredibly, impossibly, become a fraction faster.

In close-quarters killing, a hair's breadth is no different from heaven and earth. Just this fraction of an explosion allowed Li Jun's right-hand blade to strike Zhao Qingxia's throat first.

*Clang!*

Although that Artifact Spirit named Lord Horse had thickened the defense there in advance, the shockwave from the collision still blackened Zhao Qingxia's vision.

Simultaneously, Li Jun's left-hand blade swept horizontally across his chest, chopping onto the side of the black short blade.

This series of attacks happened in the blink of an eye. Zhao Qingxia's bio-chip issued a warning, but his reflexes simply couldn't react in time. He could only instinctively grip the hilt tight, preventing the weapon from flying loose.

With a crisp *pa*, Zhao Qingxia was staggered by the immense force transmitted through the blade body, his body instantly losing balance.

Li Jun didn't hesitate in the slightest. Dropping into a bow stance, sinking his body, palm-blades striking out from his waist, slashing upward from below onto both sides of Zhao Qingxia's head.

Single Saber Selection, Skull-Cleaving Saber!

The sound of metal twisting and deforming made one's teeth ache. Zhao Qingxia's figure was knocked backward, tilting.

Li Jun's eyes were cold. His right foot stepped forward to seize position. His arms, like coiling dragons and pythons, tightly locked Zhao Qingxia's saber-wielding wrist.

His right knee, already driven into the center line, thrust horizontally, slamming directly into the opponent's left kneecap!

To defend against Li Jun's twin blades, Lord Horse had already retracted part of the exoskeleton leg armor to the ribs beforehand. The few remaining thin leg plates simply couldn't block such a ferocious assault.

"Ah!"

Armor plates shattered and caved in, driving backward into the flesh and blood around the kneecap. The bone-gnawing agony forced a miserable shriek from Zhao Qingxia's throat!

"Drop the saber for me!"

Li Jun bellowed in a deep voice, his arms locking the opponent's right hand twisting with force.

At this moment, Zhao Qingxia even heard the cracking *pop* of his own tendons and bones snapping. His facial expression twisted. As if unable to bear such agony, he let go of the black short blade.

Seeing this, Li Jun's heart instantly relaxed.

His lungs, nearly squeezed dry by a wave of rapid attacks, were just preparing to inhale new air. But right then, Zhao Qingxia, who should have been immobilized, suddenly lunged forward.

This movement was like actively cooperating with Li Jun to snap his own right arm.

*Crack!*

Zhao Qingxia's right arm presented a horrifying, unnatural angle. Cold sweat poured down his temples like a waterfall, yet the corner of his mouth curved in an exceptionally brilliant smile.

He used a broken arm to buy back his freedom of movement!

At this moment, the music surging in the wind climbed to its highest climax. The suona's cry completely ignited the blood valor within his body.

Having successfully broken free, Zhao Qingxia's figure spun violently. With his intact left hand, he scooped up the falling black short blade and slashed out!

Zhao Qingxia's ferocity toward himself completely exceeded Li Jun's expectations. By the time the corner of his eye caught the saber light, the freezing blade edge had already reached his waist.

*Pu-chi!*

A terrifying wound three inches long was carved open at Li Jun's waist. Spattering blood instantly dyed half his body red.

If not for the Iron Cloth Shirt's defense being strong enough, this one saber could have split his chest open!

Pain like firewood made the savagery in Li Jun's eyes burn even fiercer. In his berserk state, he grew even more fierce. His right fist struck out like a beating drum, smashing onto Zhao Qingxia's chest armor!

Zhao Qingxia's face suddenly flushed crimson. He struggled to control his trembling body, but fresh blood still forced its way past his clenched teeth and sprayed out.

By now, he didn't dare let Li Jun stay pressed against him. His left hand waved wildly, trying to force Li Jun back.

But the next second, the chaotic saber light was forcibly torn apart by a pair of blood-drenched hands. A figure bathed in blood squeezed in.

Zhao Qingxia felt a weight on his head. A hand clamped onto his helmet!

"What does he want to do?"

The self-proclaimed iron-blooded man felt boundless fear surge in his heart at this moment.

"Drink ah!"

Li Jun let out a roar, and with a single arm, he swung Zhao Qingxia up and slammed him into the ground; his heavy fist fell like a collapsing mountain range, crashing down toward the other's skull!

One punch... two punches... three punches....

Blood sprayed, metal shattered.....

Zhao Qingxia had lost all capacity to resist; even with his hands clamped desperately over the sides of his head and face, he could not withstand the rampage of Li Jun's fist shadows.

Take that for wearing that fucking mecha! Take that for blasting that fucking music!

Dull thuds rang out in rapid succession; Zhao Qingxia's pupils showed signs of dilation, his whole body lying on the ground, alive or dead unknown.

Just then, Li Jun's fist-slamming motion suddenly halted.

A black metal filament extended cautiously before him, dangling a pitch-black martial arts injector.

"Bro, bro, stop, cool it. Keep beating him and this kid Zhao Qingxia is really gonna die."

A decoration on Zhao Qingxia's helmet, resembling a vertical eye, suddenly flared with red light, and the voice of the artifact spirit, Lord Ma, rang out.

Li Jun's brows arched; so Lord Ma really does have a fucking third eye?