Chapter 46: Speed Confrontation

  Liang Huan was furious, in his opinion, Han Yu had brought him along, that meant he wanted him to be a bodyguard. But first someone was eavesdropping at the wall root, and he hadn't noticed it at all, now this person was going to bare his teeth at his boss, how could he bear it?

  As a younger brother who had just followed the big brother and was eager to prove his ability and strength, he would never allow others to trample on his dignity.

  Liang Huan's sword flashed, his eyes gleaming fiercely. However, although he was angry, he hadn't lost his composure. He knew these were people the boss valued, so this sword strike looked intimidating but only used 60% of his strength.

  He just wanted to scare this little brat in front of him.

  However, what he didn't expect was that he overestimated himself and underestimated his opponent.

  Just as the strange knife in his hand was only a dozen centimeters away from the opponent's head, a black light suddenly appeared.

  It was a pure black, as if it were the breath of death from the underworld.

  Right!

  A crisp sound, the black object collided with the strange knife in Liang Huan's hand, and the strange knife flew high into the air, breaking free from Liang Huan's control, flying backwards.

  Right after that, the blackness swept across Liang Huan's throat.

  Liang Huan was stunned, he didn't expect his one knife to be broken so simply and easily, and even lost the utensils for eating. For a moment, he forgot to dodge.

  "Stop!"

  "Stop!"

  Han Yu and Guo Lao's voices rose in unison, only to be heard now. Originally they wanted to stop the two from fighting, but by the time their words fell, a black dagger was already pressed against Liang Huan's throat.

  "You're too slow and your strength is too weak." Zhuo Bufan retracted his dagger, the deep chill in his eyes dissipating.

  Liang Huan's face turned dark and red, almost purple. He stared at Zhuo Bu Fan for a moment before suddenly turning around and kneeling down in the direction of Han Yu: "Liang Huan is incompetent, lost someone for the boss. Liang Huan is willing to die to apologize!"

  "You lost, it's not shameful, but if you lose and then seek death, that would be truly shameful for me. Get up, a real man wouldn't be intimidated by someone holding a dagger to his throat. If you have the ability, we'll come back to this place again in the future." Han Yu picked up the strange knife that had flown towards him from Liang Huan and gave Zhuo Bu Fan a meaningful look before shouting loudly: "Get up!"

  "Yes!" Liang Huan lowered his head, hastily got up and stood beside him honestly, but a pair of eyes stared at Zhuo Bu Fan like a fire.

  He lost, but he didn't concede. However, he also knew that if it were a real fight to the death, he would have been a corpse by now. So, although he was unhappy in his heart, he still sincerely apologized to Han Yu.

  He apologized, but it doesn't mean he's conceded.

  Han Yu smiled slightly and held the dagger upside down, looking at Zhuo Bu Fan: "What a fast dagger, what a brilliant eyesight. Bu Fan, indeed not ordinary."

  Perhaps Liang Huan would think that he lost because he underestimated his opponent, but Han Yu saw it clearly. The place where Zhuo Bu Fan's dagger had just struck was exactly the weakest point of his own machete. To say nothing of him holding back a few points of strength, even if he had used all his might to strike out, the machete would still have been knocked open by the dagger with an unstoppable force.

  He, who was exposed in the open door, still couldn't avoid that black dagger of death.

  Fast, accurate, ruthless, this exceptional dagger has already mastered three of these qualities.

  Zhuo Bu Fan faced the praise and said calmly: "It's not that I'm extraordinary, it's just that your subordinates are too ordinary."

  Han Yu smiled slightly and said in a soft voice, "What you said makes some sense, but he is my brother. Whether ordinary or extraordinary, since he is my brother, I won't let others look down on him."

  As he spoke, Han Yu turned over the strange knife in his hand and walked step by step towards Zhuo Bu Fan.

  "Mr. Han, he's just a kid, don't take him seriously. Xiao Fan, aren't you going to apologize to Mr. Han?" Guo Lao intervened in a hurry.

  Han Yu stopped him without turning his head: "Mr. Guo, please rest assured, I won't hurt him. However, this big brother, I must do it."

  Han Yu smiled and approached Zhuo Bu Fan, two meters away, without hesitation, slashing a knife at him. This distance seemed a bit far, even if he stretched out his arm and knife, he might not be able to reach Zhuo Bu Fan's shadow, let alone exert the maximum power of his knife.

  However, Zhuo Bu Fan's face suddenly changed.

  Han Yu's seemingly absurd slash dispelled his intention to take advantage of the situation, and his body almost instinctively dodged to the side.

  The snow-bright strange knife changed direction with him, still simply chopping down, but Zhuo Bu Fan had to flash aside again.

  Surrounded by Han Yu for seven or eight laps, Zhuo Bu Fan couldn't even find an opportunity to strike back, his face flushed with embarrassment.

  With a cold snort, his body had no choice but to retreat backwards.

  In his mind, as long as Han Yu's body followed him, this turtle-playing method would be equivalent to breaking through. At that time, he would have the opportunity to turn the game around.

  Things were just as he had expected, and as soon as he retreated, Han Yu's body immediately moved forward. The knife that had been slashed down, straight towards his throat, stabbed over.

  Zhuo Bufan gripped the dagger, his eyes fixed intently on the icy tip of the blade. His feet seemed to have grown eyes as he continuously backed away, his speed astonishingly faster than a normal person running forward.

  However, the snow-white dagger in Han Yu's hand seemed to be relentless, as if it had a mind of its own and was determined to pursue him like a maggot attached to his bones.

  Even relying on his familiarity with the terrain, he had already circled around Guo Lao's courtyard for three laps and changed direction more than a dozen times!

  Some gasping, even more irritated Zhuo Bu Fan, finally made a desperate move. Behind him was the courtyard wall, if it were in normal times, jumping over such a wall would be extremely easy, but now he didn't dare to waste even one second of time.

  In the dark, a cold glint flashed as Zhuo Bu Fan's dagger clashed fiercely with Han Yu's sword tip.

  "Then!"

  Zhuo Bufan only felt his arm go numb twice, and his eyes bulged out. His face suddenly turned pale. Twice, in that brief moment, that damn strange knife was actually swung by him twice?

  In a stifled hum, the dagger involuntarily rose upwards, and in that instant, his arm seemed to no longer belong to him.

  Han Yu's steel knife stopped for a moment in front of his throat, less than three inches away, before being withdrawn. His movements were swift, so fast that even Liang Huan couldn't see clearly.

  It was as if the steel knife in his hand had been knocked back by a dagger.

  Then they both stopped.

  "Now can you call me big brother?" Han Yu tossed the dagger back to Liang Huan with a light smile.

  "Hmph, call if you must, I, Zhuo Bu Fan, am a man of great character, and shouting won't make me lose face." Zhuo Bu Fan put away his dagger with a gloomy expression and called out in a low voice: "Brother Hei Yi!"