Chapter 267: Battle of Martial Order (Part 2)

Chapter 267: The Battle of Martial Arts (II)

"Six-grade standard Spring Embroidery Blade, crafted by the Grand Ming Empire's Ministry of Works, forged entirely from Yaju alloy, blade length two chi and one inch, cloud-patterned back, blood groove for shedding blood. Imperial authority permits, killing spreads across the wilds."

Huang Shiyuan stared at the snow-white edge pressed against his nose, his pale teeth parting to reveal a crimson tongue tip, his throat emitting a voice trembling with excitement.

"What a beautiful killing blade!"

"Damn it, I, a master of eighteen martial arts, feel this thing is too perverted. Old Li, chop it cleanly."

The voice of Ma Wangye, filled with disgust, echoed in his red eyes.

The blade moved with the sound, Li Jun sidestepped and twisted his wrist, transforming thrust into slash. The Spring Embroidery Blade sliced through the door, creating a horizontal gap, chasing after Huang Shiyuan's head!

"The aura of a wild martial artist is so heavy."

Huang Shiyuan's words carried a sigh, yet his movements showed no hesitation.

He crouched low, dodging the blade while turning, the bound Wokou blade immediately coiling like a rolling white serpent, struggling in Li Jun's gauntleted palm.

The door between them creaked, swaying precariously.

"Drop the blade!"

"Let go!"

Two roars erupted simultaneously!

The old door shattered completely under the combined force, its fragments flying into the lantern hanging beneath the eaves.

Two long blades of different specifications, both stained with fresh blood, clashed fiercely!

The blades tore at each other, while on the other side, fists and elbows clashed, producing a relentless dull thud.

Bang! Bang!

Suddenly, gunshots exploded!

The night wind was torn apart, along with Ma Wangye's wild laughter.

The muzzle extended from Li Jun's shoulder, smoke curling, the scorching brass casings flying past his hair.

But Huang Shiyuan seemed to have anticipated Ma Wangye's sneak attack, retreating abruptly the moment the gunfire rang out.

The searing bullet grazed his black-feathered robe, striking the icy ground with two shallow pits.

"Martial artist in armor. Indeed, vicious and cruel."

The Wokou's mocking words had barely finished when his vision was filled with the pale blade light.

The Spring Embroidery Blade slashed down with a brutal, unstoppable force!

Or perhaps the word "smash" would be more accurate.

Kang!

Huang Shiyuan's body suddenly dropped, his left leg bent nearly to kneeling, barely withstanding Li Jun's blade.

"Impressive strength, but if you think such crude blade techniques can kill me, Huang Shiyuan, you're underestimating me!"

Eyes hidden behind the Wokou blade gleamed with cold light.

Huang Shiyuan vanished from the spot, the resistance before the Spring Embroidery Blade vanished, the blade's momentum uncontrollable, causing Li Jun to stagger forward.

In that moment of imbalance, a rustling sound echoed behind Li Jun, a chilling blade wind slashing toward his head!

"As a martial artist, you're not worthy to parley with me."

Huang Shiyuan's words carried a distinct Wokou flavor, but suddenly, a crimson mechanical eye appeared before him.

The mechanical eye, like a human eye, flashed with ferocious light!

The next moment, the ferocious mechanical armor sprang free, armored plates piling up like two thick iron pillars, blocking the slashing Wokou blade.

Clang!

Blade met steel, producing a piercing clang.

The sharp edge pierced through like a snapped bamboo, embedding three inches into the armor, the force sending Ma Wangye flying!

"Damn it, this Wokou brat's strike nearly killed me! Old Li, cut him down!"

Ma Wangye, flying through the air, roared with a hoarse voice.

The ink-armored warrior departed, the martial artist appeared!

Li Jun's face was grim, his eyes icy, gripping the blade as he advanced.

The clash of weapons produced sharp, grating sounds, the flashing blade light dazzling and painful.

The Ming blade was domineering, unstoppable like a soldier crossing a river.

The Wokou blade was treacherous, chilling to the bone like rain soaking the body.

Two entirely different martial styles clashed in blade light, tearing into each other!

They engaged immediately, fierce as fire.

Crimson blood spilled from torn flesh, splashing into the air, then transformed into blood mist by the dense blade light.

Ma Wangye, fallen far away, felt his heart in chaos, for most of the blood came from Li Jun!

Though both were at the early stage of Martial Six, Li Jun had not infused any blade-related martial arts, and in his clash with Huang Shiyuan, he gained no advantage, relying solely on brute strength and ferocity to suppress his opponent.

"It seems the crucial moment still depends on me, Ma Wangye."

Ma Wangye shook off the damaged armor pieces, reaching toward his head. Amid a series of mechanical whirs, a slender barrel emerged from his spine.

As the barrel was drawn out inch by inch, components like grip, stock, magazine, rifling, and trigger gathered beneath the armor, forming the fierce sniper rifle "Zhaodan"!

"Without infusing a sixth-grade martial art, yet achieving full mastery of all seventh-grade martial arts, forcing a breakthrough to Martial Six's Cease Warfare! Should I praise your genes and exceptional talent, or pity your plight as a wild martial artist?"

Drenched hair clung to his forehead, blood from his palm stained the blade handle.

Huang Shiyuan gasped, his face disheveled, yet his gloomy expression remained unchanged.

"Alas, your newly launched ship is destined to sink in the surging black tide tonight."

Clang!

The Spring Embroidery Blade and the Wokou clashed again!

Huang Shiyuan leaped, flipped mid-air, landing in a crouch like a tiger's stance, his five fingers plunged into the ground, the blood-stained black-feathered robe spreading across the earth.

The Wokou blade pointed toward the radiant full moon behind him, his breath rising and falling like tidal booms!

"This blade will decide victory and life or death!"

Huang Shiyuan's tone was mournful yet resolute, his brows etched with a terrifying frenzy!

"Pah."

Li Jun turned his head, spitting out a blood clot, the blade handle rotating in his palm, the blade back pressed against his elbow, already reversed in his grip.

"Break the Moon!"

The moonlight dimmed, the lotus-like black-feathered robe vanished.

The swinging Wokou blade became a beautiful rainbow, cleaving toward Li Jun in an instant.

And at this moment, Li Jun's arm holding the knife had only just risen to his chest!

At the brink of life and death, Li Jun's brows and eyes remained as cold as ice, his slight tilt of the head revealing a more dazzling flame stream whizzing past his ear, striking the Japanese sword with flawless precision!

Only then did the explosive gunfire begin to echo.

Ma Wang Ye knelt on one knee, cradling that rifle as long as a man, his red eyes flickering in the smoke, "This shot, call it a damn headshot!"

Eight Extremes Crashing Waves, severing bone!

The peculiar technique born after mastering different martial arts surged from Li Jun's arm toward the blade, a dragon-like blade!

Clang!

The Japanese sword in Huang Shiyuan's hand was struck repeatedly, its metallic ring shattered into countless fragments!

Blood and flesh writhed at his neck, the gushing blood staining half his body, making Li Jun now resemble a demon.

"This blade, separates life and death!"

A bloodthirsty gleam erupted in Li Jun's eyes, his left hand seizing a fragment of the severed blade and driving it directly into Huang Shiyuan's eye socket!

"Ahh!!!"

A beast-like, piercing howl escaped Huang Shiyuan's mouth as he staggered backward.

In his remaining half-sight, a hand quietly approached, resting on his shoulder.

Crack!

Huang Shiyuan's right arm flesh was crushed as if under heavy weight, inch by inch splitting open, revealing the similarly twisted, bone-chilling white bones beneath.

"I am the Huang Shiyuan Group. Ah."

The sound of his spine fracturing was piercingly clear, the intense pain rendering Huang Shiyuan unable to form coherent words.

"Next life, when you fight someone, remember to speak less nonsense."

Li Jun stepped on the opponent's soft, mud-like body with one foot, slowly raising the embroidered spring blade in his hand.

"Li brother, leave someone alive under the blade!"

The blade light fell without hesitation, straight down.

The one who had just shouted, seeing the situation turn dire, let out a shrill scream: "This life can be sold for money!"