Chapter 52: Wind Master, Fei Baiju

Chapter52: Wind Earl, Fei Baiju

"The people down there have their own ways of playing; what do you mean by jumping in to meddle?"

On the relay road where silence reigned, leaving only the sound of rain, a voice incomparably cold and sinister suddenly rang out.

At the same time, the palm Li Jun had pressed against Ruan Yong's face inexplicably felt a sharp sting, and his heart instantly tightened; he immediately sidestepped and pressed his hand down.

A cold light grazed the back of his hand, the icy touch raising a rash of goosebumps on Li Jun's arm.

Ruan Yong, held in Li Jun's single grip, was also trembling uncontrollably, wailing incessantly from his mouth.

"Master Fei... watch out."

Just in that split second, he had seen clearly through the gaps in his fingers; that dagger had nearly grazed the top of his head, a mere half-inch deviation and it would have split open his skull.

Annoyed by the shaking, Li Jun violently jerked his left wrist; Ruan Yong's entire skeleton instantly crackled, joints dislocating inch by inch.

Like a venomous snake seized at its vital point by a snake catcher, he went limp.

A gaunt man, clutching a dagger in a reverse grip, appeared before Li Jun; atop his prominent cheekbones sat a pair of eyes emitting a frigid light.

Li Jun glanced at the sword-and-blade emblem embroidered on the man's hem, and saw beside it a delicate "Second" character stitched in gold thread.

All details corresponded one by one with the data in the Security Department; Li Jun instantly understood the visitor's identity.

Tianfu Heavy Industry Group, Action Division Two Chief, Fei Baiju.

Grade Eight Mechanized Body Vanguard, Mechanized Heart: 'Wind Earl'.

Enemy, not friend; then there was no need for further words.

Li Jun stepped down, splashing inch-high ripples on the rain-puddled road, closing in and sweeping his blade horizontally forward.

Even with Ruan Yong in hand, his speed remained like lightning.

"Worthy of a Ninth Grade Perfection movement technique; indeed fast enough. But alas, how can flesh and blood compare to a mechanized body?"

Fei Baiju smiled faintly, retreating a step, and in the instant he dodged the sweeping blade edge, he suddenly stomped forward, charging ghost-like before Li Jun.

The movement wasn't exquisite, but in terms of pure speed, it surpassed Li Jun by a notch. Moreover, the transition between retreat and advance was bizarre, defying all logic.

Fei Baiju thrust his arm forward, the dagger in his palm like a viper's fangs, biting toward Li Jun's chest.

*Pu chi!*

The dagger instantly transmitted the crisp sensation of a sharp blade entering flesh, yet Fei Baiju's face held not a shred of joy, instead turning dark and ugly.

"Mmph..."

Ruan Yong, used as a meat shield by Li Jun, trembled violently, his pupils shaking ceaselessly; his jaw dislocated, he could only let out feeble whimpers.

*Pu chi!*

Ruan Yong's body jerked again, eyeballs straining downward, seeing a long saber pierce out from his abdomen, stabbing toward Fei Baiju standing before him.

*Fuck me, you two sons of bitches!*

With this mutual impaling business, the dagger was ultimately too disadvantaged. And Fei Baiju didn't want to watch this Nan'an Gang leader get turned into a sieve, so he decisively withdrew and retreated.

With the enemy's retreat, Li Jun immediately pressed forward, swinging Ruan Yong forward to smash him down.

Wisps of airflow suddenly surged around Fei Baiju, tugging his body to slide to Li Jun's flank, the dagger flicking toward Li Jun's wrist.

Airflow surged on the dagger, the sound of tearing air condensed and lingered.

"Martial Grade Eight, Red Blood... tsk tsk tsk, this rarity is about as common as finding a virgin in the Teaching Workshop."

Li Jun snapped his wrist back, Ruan Yong taking another slash. Just as he was about to swing his blade to chop at the dagger's pommel, Fei Baiju had already withdrawn and retreated.

'You've made quite a name for yourself among the major groups lately. A two-bit street thug actually getting his hands on the Agricultural School's Twenty-Four Solar Terms "Spring Equinox"—you really stepped in a mountain of dog shit luck.

"But what a pity, you actually follow Gu Jia. Don't you know Shu Dao Logistics is famous for nepotism? You're just a thug Gu Jia hired."

Fei Baiju's figure moved like a wraith, circling Li Jun rapidly. The dagger in his hand sought opportunities to thrust; one strike missed and he instantly retreated, never greedy for an opening.

Li Jun hid behind his blade's spine, blocking a dagger aimed at his back, and in that instant, he decisively let go of the hilt to grab Fei Baiju's wrist.

This change was sudden enough, yet Fei Baiju still dodged with ease.

"Fei Baiju, is the function of your Wind Earl Mechanized Heart just to let you run away?"

Li Jun tapped his heel, kicking the falling long saber back into his hand.

"Don't use these clumsy goading tactics to amuse me."

Fei Baiju's voice drifted unpredictably, "I have no interest in facing off head-on with someone who can beat a Buddhist Vajra to death in close combat. And you're a dead man walking; why would I risk my life against you?"

Li Jun dropped into a bow stance, sinking his waist, the saber tip in his right hand touching the ground, listening quietly to the howling wind around him, a cold laugh escaping his lips: "Just because you think you can kill me?"

"Doesn't need me; you'll die by your own people's hands sooner or later. You don't really think Gu Jia let you into the Security Department because he admires you, do you?" Fei Baiju's surprised tone was slightly exaggerated.

Li Jun sneered, "This sowing discord trick of yours isn't very clever."

"Truth or trick, you know in your own heart."

Even as they spoke, dagger and long saber clashed, *clangs* ringing out incessantly.

"Hey, don't stop, kill them all."

Fei Baiju seemed to suddenly remember something, twisting his body to dodge a vertical cleave, turning his head to shout.

The Nan'an Gang members, originally standing dazed and at a loss, instantly snapped awake, realizing enemies still stood beside them, and immediately swarmed forward.

The killing shouts, paused for a moment, rang out again.

The Pao Ge Society members had barely caught their breath, already exhausted to the limit, utterly unable to stop the tide of Nan'an hyenas surging forward.

If not for Kuang Qingyun dragging his heavily injured mechanized body to hold the very front, these twenty-odd remaining Muddy Water Pao Ge brothers would likely have been hacked to the ground in an instant.

"Hey, these Pao Ge guys can't fight; how many have dropped in just this short while?"

Fei Baiju's figure stopped flickering; he stood right between Li Jun and the Pao Ge crowd. His meaning was simple: to use these Pao Ge lives to disturb Li Jun's state of mind!

Fei Baiju narrowed his eyes and smiled: "Worried? Here's a deal: you let go of Ruan Yong, I spare these Pao Ge. One life for a dozen; you don't lose out.

"But you'd better hurry; the more die in a while, the worse the deal for you."

Through the swaying heads, Li Jun could see sparks scraping off Kuang Qingyun's prosthetic limb as weapons struck it.

Facing the mockery, his eyes had remained indifferent, but now ripples finally stirred.

A flame seemed to surge from the depths of his pupils.

Li Jun straightened his back, standing tall, holding the mud-like Ruan Hu before him.

"You want to save his life?"

Fei Baiju neither confirmed nor denied, "This deal, you don't lose."

Li Jun fell silent for a moment, then suddenly grinned, saying something utterly out of the blue, "You didn't know?"

Fei Baiju froze, "Know what?"

"I fucking hate doing business the most right now!"

In Fei Baiju's suddenly constricting pupils, Li Jun planted his saber in the ground, his right hand grabbing Ruan Yong's waist, his left arm's muscle fibers exploding one by one, and he jerked upward with force.

Amid a hair-raising, bizarre sound, Ruan Yong's skull, dragging a mechanical spine, was yanked alive from his thoracic cavity!