Chapter Eleven: Universal Execution

  "Presumptuous little brat, take your corpse and feed it to the dogs."

  The masked swordsman Godon saw Xiao Chen and suddenly attacked without saying a word. After being shocked, he was furious and enraged.

  He drew his long sword and stabbed it in a flash of lightning.

  A faint layer of cyan aura floats on the sword body, among which, there are threads of red light. It is said that after killing many people, the aura will be stained with blood color.

  The number of people killed by Godon is too many, so many that even he himself can't count them clearly.

  This blood color is the gathering of countless deaths under the sword, and even has spiritual disturbance.

  Even a swordsman with strength surpassing Gordon's will have their mind seized and filled with fear, greatly reducing their power. Gordon is only a four-star swordsman, but he has killed six-star swordsmen before.

  "Die."

  Seeing Xiao Chen charge forward without hesitation or evasion, Ge Dun's face twisted in a fierce expression as he stabbed his sword towards Xiao Chen's throat.

  "Hmph!"

  The sword stabbed into empty space.

  "Not good." Ge Dun's battle experience was rich, and with one sword stroke in empty air, he felt something was off.

  All around him was the howling of the wind, which thoroughly affected his senses.

  Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain in my right hand.

  "Ah."

  "Ah."

  Two mournful cries rose almost simultaneously.

  "No..."

  De Long stared at the long sword on his chest, completely unbelievable. He had just broken through to become a five-star swordsman and was bursting with confidence. His brilliant life was about to take off. As long as he completed this trial, he would receive a huge reward and be able to enter the inner courtyard of the Swordsman's Institute. In the future, his prospects would be boundless and glorious, and the entire continent would sing the praises of De Long's mighty name.

  But now, all of this has thoroughly distanced itself from him...

  "You don't know life or death!" The masked swordsman who had stabbed into his heart sneered twice, exerting force to stir it up, turning Delong's heart into mush, and then suddenly pulled it out.

  In a gush of fresh blood, Delong's wide eyes were filled with infinite unwillingness and resentment as he fell to the ground.

  "Ge Dun, your speed is quite fast too."

  At the moment when he stabbed De Long to death, he also heard that miserable cry, and did not hurry to turn around.

  Now, with a hint of a smile, turn back...

  The corner of his mouth stiffened for a moment.

  Ge Dong, still hugging his severed arm, blood was still spraying from the broken part...

  This contrast, for a moment, left him with a brief mental blank.

  "Batty, be careful."

  He heard Lude's exclamation.

  Subconsciously turning back, I faced a pair of pitch-black pupils and fluttering black hair.

  "When did he arrive here..."

  In Batiel's mind, this sentence emerged... It was also the last consciousness of his life.

  A hand with a faint green glow flashed across his throat in an instant.

  "Uh..."

  Batiel covered his throat, slowly fell to the ground, still trembling like a dead fish, but had no strength to move.

  The fallen face was facing Delong with a twisted expression.

  It's like a silent farce, a pantomime of ridicule.

  "So strong."

  Staring at the black-haired youth, he killed Batiel and then coldly looked at him.

  Lude's face under his cloak was sweating cold sweat.

  The other party looks very young, seemingly only fifteen or sixteen years old. I thought that even if he was strong, he couldn't be that strong, but unexpectedly, in an instant, he severely injured Ge Dun and killed Batiel.

  If it were just him now, he would definitely run for his life.

  Anyway, this is just a temporary group formed for the sake of interests... But now, there's still an ace in the hole...

  Rudolph quickly recited the incantation.

  "Shooting Star Technique!"

  Fist-sized stones floated in mid-air, numbering over a hundred, whizzing towards Xiao Chen.

  Xiao Chen exerted his full strength to manipulate the wind element, and the winds around him blew his clothes into a fluttering motion, while his black hair danced wildly.

  The body is like a weak willow in the wind, but the speed is surprisingly fast.

  Lightweight.

  Free and easy.

  In an instant, he seemed to have thoroughly grasped the meaning of the wind and transformed into a gust of wind.

  It's hard for anyone to capture his trail.

  Every stone brushed against his body but none of them hit him.

  After a few breaths, he arrived above Lude's head.

  Soaring into the air, left leg, slashing out with a whistling sound, like a phantom.

  Boom!

  A faint, yellowish light enveloped Road's body, rippling with waves. That sharp kick was unable to break through his defense. Earth-type magic jobs were originally the most skilled at defense.

  "Prison of the Earth!"

  Rud roared and released a two-star intermediate magic spell that had been brewing for a long time.

  A huge cage of mud and earth appeared all around, thoroughly trapping Xiao Chen.

  Lude sneered: "See where you can escape."

  At Xiao Chen's speed, this magic spell couldn't trap him at all, so he could only use himself as bait, even willing to waste one of his treasured Three Star Magic Scrolls "Rock Armor".

  In the void, sharp black horns flashed.

  A silent and sharp stab towards Xiao Chen's back.

  "Die!"

  Lude shouted frantically, in this narrow and enclosed space, no one could avoid the thief's assassination.

  "You think you can trap me, but I know there's a thief hiding in the shadows!"

  Xiao Chen didn't panic, coldly saying as he turned his body and threw a punch.

  A faint silhouette was thoroughly knocked out, revealing a slender figure.

  The thief stepped on the earthen wall of the cage, wiped his left hand, and another black dagger appeared. He held a dagger in both hands, crossed them, and strangled to come.

  "Blade Dance!"

  In the narrow space, suddenly, countless knife shadows spread out.

  "Now this is getting interesting."

  Xiao Chen's eyes gleamed brightly, and the thief's attack finally made him feel threatened. He let out a long whistle and his hands continuously grasped and clawed.

  Within a few feet of space, constantly flashing, shape-shifting, agile like a swimming fish.

  Intense attacks like a storm, but strangely, there is no sound at all.

  Xiao Chen's pair of flesh palms could not possibly collide with a dagger, let alone one coated with deadly poison.

  Shrouded in a pale yellow glow, Road was like an iron turtle, thoroughly shaken by the sudden attack at close range. Two figures, both with speed that was unmatched, tore through the air, leaving behind trails of residual energy. The attacks were fierce and deadly, each strike fatal.

  It's even smaller than this cage.

  Frequent gale-force attacks rained down on his rocky armor, shaking him so that the yellow light on his body flickered constantly.

  Watching time slip away, the time efficiency of rock armor is about to pass.

  Lude's heart was getting more and more tense.

  Once his Rock Armor is ineffective, in this cage, this fragile Lawman really has no place to die.

  "Hurry up and kill him, Gis! You're a waste!" Lude's eyes were bloodshot as he bellowed.

  Boom!

  A dull thud of flesh hitting something echoed out.

  The fight finally ended with a winner, and one figure suddenly flew out and crashed into the stone wall, rebounded back, and was still in mid-air when another figure caught up, punching and kicking wildly at him.

  Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

  The dull, ear-piercing sound of the blows continued unabated, the person's body was knocked into the air, and finally, with a fierce kick, they were chopped down to the ground with a loud "thud". The person was already thoroughly dead, their entire skeleton shattered, no longer human in shape, like a broken burlap sack.

  Lude let out a loud "ah" in surprise.

  From his clothes he recognized the dead man as Gis.

  "This trash, trash!"

  "Swore that thieves were invincible in close combat, wasting this precious scroll on him, damn it, he got blown up."

  Lude's conviction thoroughly collapsed.

  He removed the cage of earth and ran away desperately. The treasured life-saving scroll was released without charge.

  "Feline Agility" "Wind Dancer" "Extreme Speed" "Sky Dancer"

  "Run, run! Hurry up and escape!"

  "I don't think you can catch up."

  A halo of magical light appeared around him, and Lude's running speed suddenly accelerated to the limit, almost twice as fast as the thief's speed just now.

  Xiao Chen had just gone through a fierce battle and his physical strength was greatly depleted. He really couldn't catch up.

  However, he is not just capable of close-range combat.

  A cold laugh sounded, and four pale blue whirlwinds slowly appeared.

  The whirlwind gathered continuously and compressed into four thumb-sized wind pellets.

  *sigh*

  The high-speed spinning of the whirlwind violently rubs against the air, making people's eardrums ache.

  Four bullets whizzed by in a row, chasing after the fleeing figure.

  Bang!

  A loud shout, and the yellow light on Rude's body shone fiercely, then rapidly dimmed.

  Bang!

  Another loud noise, yellow light rose, and cracks spread everywhere.

  Bang!

  The third sound, yellow light shattered, thoroughly annihilated into tiny yellow dots, dispersed in the air.

  Bang!

  The fourth shot, Rude's head burst open like a watermelon.