Chapter Thirty-Seven: Fierce Battle

  At the moment the sword light flashed, Su Tang's figure flew backward, his other consciousness or several consciousness made judgments at the same time, he couldn't turn around in time, and the mask didn't work either, because the mask's effect was slowly released, he couldn't hold on for so long, and the enemy's sword wind was fierce, footsteps moved quickly, proving that the opponent's style was agile.

  The rest of his life could be measured in seconds, whether it was a few or dozens, he didn't know, but he knew that he absolutely couldn't give the enemy an opportunity to fully utilize their strengths, and must succeed with one strike.

  His only weapon is his own body!

  Pffft... The sword flashed and disappeared, its blade piercing Su Tang's back and emerging from his chest, fresh blood spraying out like a fountain, dyeing the young warrior's right arm a deep crimson.

  That young warrior was stunned for a moment, what is this?! And the blood that spurted out still carried Su Tang's body temperature, hot and sticky, this feeling made his scalp numb. At this moment, he still didn't realize that the continuity of sword moves, changes in footwork, etc., were all locked down by Su Tang with her own body.

  Su Tang's momentum was not yet exhausted, his head swung back and hit the young warrior's face, from the start of the counterattack to now, Su Tang released the simplest, most direct and most difficult to defend against attacks, because he wanted to fight for every second.

  That young warrior let out a mournful cry, covering his face with both hands. He was struck so hard that stars danced before his eyes and his consciousness reeled, causing him to involuntarily loosen his grip on the long sword and protect the wounded area, an instinct of life.

  Su Tang still didn't turn around, his left elbow swung back and hit the young warrior's ribs.

  The young warrior's wail came to an abrupt halt, his eyes wide with shock, a large chunk of his ribcage caved in.

  Su Tang didn't turn around until now, he felt his strength rapidly declining and his vision starting to blur, but before all the enemies fell, he would never give up.

  Su Tang stretched out his left hand to grab the young warrior's chin, lifting it up, and then stretched out his right hand to catch the scabbard that fell from mid-air.

  In fact, from Su Tang's counterattack to now, only a very short time has passed, and the sword sheath is proof.

  That young warrior slung his long sword over his shoulder, and after deciding to take action, he raised his hand and flung the scabbard into the air, then pounced on Su Tang. By the time he fell defeated, the scabbard had just fallen from the air, with most of the time taken up by Su Tang's turning motion.

  Su Tang didn't know what material the scabbard was made of, but he felt it was very tough, which was enough. He raised his hand and stabbed the scabbard fiercely into the young warrior's mouth.

  That young warrior was desperately waving his hands, as if he wanted to grasp something, but couldn't grasp anything.

  Su Tang let go of his hand, the scabbard was only less than a foot away from the young warrior's mouth. At the same time Su Tang let go, the young warrior fell to the ground with a thud, his body convulsing wildly, his limbs stiff and only his hands and feet flailing about like a fish on an iron hook.

  Uhh... The girl who was knocked down earlier let out a faint moan, her face smashed by Su Tang's punch, but the injury wasn't fatal yet.

  Su Tang turned around again, slowly walking towards the girl, reaching out to grab her hair, and suddenly lifting her up. He then drew his dagger from his chest and held it to the girl's throat, making a swift cut. A deep gash appeared on the girl's neck, and her moans ceased. The blood flowing from Su Tang's chest mixed with the girl's blood, staining her clothes. In an instant, the girl's clothes were completely soaked in blood.

  Tie Canghai felt a chill run down his spine. He was a peak warrior, only one step away from becoming a grandmaster, and had extensive experience in fighting against others. However, throughout his life, he had never encountered an opponent like Su Tang, who could release his will in such a cruel and decisive manner, showing no mercy to either himself or his enemy.

  Suppose I have the same strength as Su Tang, being surrounded by numerous enemies, can I do better than Su Tang? Absolutely impossible! Tie Canghai has this self-awareness.

  Tie Canghai's fingertips trembled slightly, for him, the battle between warriors was full of loopholes, such as the powerful energy shot out by Su Tang, which he could easily avoid. However, he was afraid... As for what he was afraid of, he couldn't say clearly either.

  Tie Canghai had a vague premonition that if Su Tang became demonic in the future, he would definitely become an evil demon, and if he became a god, he would also be a malevolent deity!

  No way, this child absolutely cannot stay! Tie Canghai's face was stern, as if facing a great enemy, his palm pressed on the windowsill, ready to jump down.

  If there were other powerful beings present at this moment, they would definitely laugh at Tie Canghai's appearance. Even a fool could see that Su Tang was about to die; did he need to be so tense?

  At last, Su Tang's one knee fell to the ground, but the other knee refused to kneel down no matter what. With both hands propping against the ground, his body involuntarily leaned forward, propped up again, and then leaned forward once more.

  What's going on with that energy just released by Su Tang? Tie Canghai suddenly thought of a question, he had never heard of such a mysterious and magical martial art, could it be... a direct disciple of the Three Great Heavenly Gates? Tie Canghai's face turned slightly pale, and his body slowly sat back down.

  The young man at the end of the street saw the extremely tragic killing scene and couldn't laugh anymore, almost scared to turn around and escape. At this moment, seeing Su Tang looking weak, he plucked up his courage, suddenly threw away his feather fan, drew out the long sword from his waist, and walked towards Su Tang with big strides.

  "Bastard! Bastard!!! Who do you think you can intimidate? Come on... get up, and let's have a battle of three hundred rounds! Hahahaha..." He shouted while swinging his long sword.

  People on the street were already frightened by the bloody killings in the distance, and suddenly another one appeared behind them, immediately becoming chaotic.

  At this moment, Su Tang still didn't want to fall down, he was not reconciled! However, the speed at which he leaned forward and fell became faster and faster, while the action of propping himself up became more and more difficult, his body also shook violently.

  "Come on! Come on......" The young man was getting closer and closer to Su Tang.

  On the tea house, Tie Canghai was still staring at Su Tang, his eyes had a hint of fear and added a few points of respect. He suddenly realized why he couldn't make progress for ten years, because he didn't have this unyielding fighting spirit!

  "Hey, you scoundrel, don't go!!" A furious roar came from afar, and Old Cao, holding a heavy sword in each hand, rushed over with large strides. They had been drinking in the tavern when they suddenly saw people running around outside, so they came out to see what was happening, just in time to see Su Tang covered in blood.

  "You bastard... I'm gonna fight you to the death!!" Zhao Baoping held up a brick and followed behind Qiao Lao Da.

  "Zhao Liangwu, have you gone mad?!" The middle-aged man exclaimed in shock.

  The young man wielding the long sword was like a dream come true, standing still for a moment, suddenly throwing away his long sword and turning to run. Even with his IQ, he understood that being called out by name on the street meant big trouble!