The 66th Chapter: The Son of the Sword Saint
The leader of the thieves was a super strong and tall man in his 30s, over 2.40 meters in height, riding a particularly robust earth dragon, shouting at us: "Leave half of your food behind, you can go, otherwise don't blame us for being impolite!"
Whoa! This is too arrogant! I was just about to scold them, but Old Ma said to me: "Young Master, don't fight, they are the Crazy Warriors!"
"It was you guys after all! No wonder they were so arrogant! They indeed have the qualifications to be so arrogant!" The poor Taoist smiled and said: "You are just a few hundred, dare to challenge us thousands of people, don't you think it's too excessive?" As I spoke, I rode on my horse to the front of the formation, Lao Ma and others also followed.
"Hmph! We, the Warrio Clan, can take on a hundred with just one!" The young man said.
"Oh! Really?"
"Of course!"
"Alright, I'll send one person and you send one person. One on one duel. If I lose, we'll give you the grain. How about it?"
"Alright! It's settled then!"
"Old horse! Come and exercise your bones!" Poor Dao shouted
"Is it okay for you to be like this?" He's afraid that I'll have a falling out with Kuang Wudi and things will end badly.
"People like them only worship the strong, we can only rely on the friendship of the older generation, although we can get their help now, but after all, it's not a long-term plan, I want to thoroughly subdue their entire clan! So we must first defeat them!" The poor Taoist explained in a low voice.
"Alright!" Old Ma didn't persist, and casually picked up an ordinary double-handed sword before heading out.
That young man didn't take advantage of the situation either. He dismounted and walked towards him on foot. After exchanging a courtesy, they drew their swords and faced each other.
The old horse was calm and composed, with a masterful air about him. He rested his sword on his shoulder, waiting for his opponent to make the first move. The young man, however, also seemed unruffled, and after facing off against the old horse for a while, he said, "Watch my sword!"
He rushed towards Lao Ma, and this sudden movement shocked everyone on our side. That agile figure, that swift speed - how could it be like a big and tall man? It didn't match his body at all! I suspected he was a monkey who had taken steroids! How abnormal!
Lao Ma was also startled by his speed, but fortunately, he had real talent and experience, and had been through many battles. Although he stumbled, he didn't care about the changes in his opponent's attack, and simply aimed at his momentum, with a majestic sword slash that carried a golden aura like a physical entity on its blade, it was clear that Lao Ma had gone all out.
This shows that the kid is inexperienced, he has never seen anyone dare to fight to the death with a mad warrior before. They were used to fighting others, but now they're in trouble. The old horse came up with this move of mutual destruction, which confused him. He thought: 'After all, who is the mad warrior between us?'
He wanted to return, but the frame had to be beaten. Under duress, the little guy could only change his move and use the axe in his hand to harden the sword. Not connecting is not possible, after all, the axe is not as fast as the sword, although he has confidence that he can also split him after being split by him, but he hasn't made psychological preparations yet, and subconsciously changed his move.
The old horse didn't care about him, and with a loud crash, the two weapons collided, spewing out a burst of sparks. The two people retreated five or six steps before stopping. The old horse's sword and the young man's axe both had holes the size of a peanut, but the axe was more solid than the sword, showing that the old horse's fighting spirit was thicker than the young man's. However, the two people retreated the same distance, indicating that the young man's strength was much greater than the old horse's.
The two men's arms were numb and they couldn't stop moving their wrists, trying to recover as soon as possible. Then Old Ma started talking nonsense: "Kid! Not bad!"
"You're no better! Old man!"
"Hasn't your family taught you to be polite to elderly people?" Old Ma's face fell.
"Chop! A noble's lapdog doesn't deserve my courtesy!"
"Running dog? It seems I need to teach you a lesson on behalf of your family's elder!" Old Ma said in anger.
"You're also worthy!" With that, he launched another attack.
The old horse didn't say a word and dodged a few times before counterattacking. I suppose he had just recovered, the recovery power of a Berserker is indeed not to be underestimated!
This time, the two men were no longer in a fierce battle, but rather in a subtle fight, trying to win by relying on the cleverness of their moves. I thought to myself: "Could it be that the Berserker has an IQ problem? Old Horse is a seasoned veteran who is extremely cunning, and even if they were evenly matched in terms of brute force, when it comes to swordsmanship and adaptability, isn't he just asking for death?"
As expected, Old Horse relied on his experience and exquisite swordsmanship to slowly gain the upper hand. After fifty moves, he began to leave a few minor wounds on that young whippersnapper, and after several dozen more moves, he simply kicked him with one foot and sent him tumbling head over heels.
That little guy got up, his eyes were red, and he let out a loud roar, about to go berserk! I didn't want things to get out of hand, going berserk might mean not being able to get out of bed for years, that wouldn't do, so I hastily shouted: "Stop!"
The old horse also knew the horror of going wild and as soon as I shouted stop it immediately ran back.
"Don't go! Why did you stop? I haven't lost yet!" The young man was furious and shouted, "Come on and fight me again!"
"Alright! Let's stop here for now, it's easy to get hurt if we continue!" said the little Taoist.
"How can that be? What about our bet? I didn't lose to him!"
"Alright, you didn't lose!" The poor Taoist said: "But it seems like you also haven't won?"
"We're going to keep fighting!"
"Never mind! We're all one family, don't spoil the harmony!"
"Who is this damned noble related to you?" That kid really rushed in!
"Do you know who I am?"
"Who cares who you are! Just take it and be done with it!"
The poor Taoist was dizzy, and the little Taoist said: "Is there still a thief like you? No matter who it is, robbery is not mistaken, with style, I like it!"
"Cut the crap, either fight or leave your stuff behind!"
"You think you can do anything to these 3,000 Qinglong Iron Riders with just a few hundred people?" I was also getting annoyed.
"What kind of nonsense is this... You're talking about Qing Long? Are you people from the Dragon family?" That little brat finally opened up.
"Otherwise, why would I be so polite to you? Let's fight!"
"You're not kidding me, are you? At this time of year, the Long family's merchant caravan is just passing through!"
"Do I look like a merchant to you?"
"Not like! Who are you?"
"I am the lord who has been summoned!"
"You? Such a small lord?" The little guy burst out laughing, the people behind him also followed suit, even the ones behind me couldn't help but cover their mouths.
"Screw you!" The poor monk roared: "Do you still want to pull grain carts or not?"
"Think!" The little guy immediately stopped smiling, "But you really gave it!"
"Nonsense!" The poor Taoist said coldly: "Originally, relying on the friendship between our two families, how could I not give it to you?"
"Right! Right!"
"How dare you rob me! And yet you mock Lord Benrin's abilities!"
"This! Hehe!" The little guy looked a bit embarrassed, "I was wrong, isn't that enough?"
"What kind of person are you, the Sword Saint of Fury?" Judging from his moves, he should be a master's disciple, able to hold out for so long in Old Ma's hands, at least a mid-tier Gold warrior. Once enraged, haha, taking down an expert like Old Ma would be no problem!
"That's my father!" He said solemnly: "I am his son, and I'm called Piru."
