Chapter 5112 — Sending Them Flying One After Another
The Blossom Guardian · Page 2 of 2
"Damn it, I refuse to believe this!" Sun Baixu straightened up and met him head-on, refusing to accept it. The blow to his knees just now had filled him with dread, but he was, after all, a fine hand at the peak of Foundation Establishment—not the sort to be scared into headlong flight so easily. Most importantly, he simply did not believe he could lose to a fool. He would not accept it!
The pair of pitch-black short blades spun madly in his hands, in an instant chopping the tree Ergoudan swept at him into fragments. That last strike he had deliberately delivered from behind the tree's cover, to launch a sneak attack. The tree had blocked Ergoudan's line of sight—but it had blocked his own as well, which was why he had no idea when Ergoudan had produced that surge of true qi.
This time, however, he had learned his lesson. With his strength, dealing with a fool who had nothing but brute force required no skulking about; he could simply meet him squarely and overwhelm him. With nothing between them to block the view, he would be able to see clearly whatever little tricks the other man tried.
Everything unfolded just as Sun Baixu had envisioned. The tree in Ergoudan's hands was no match for his short blades; within moments it was stripped away clean, and the distance between the two of them was less than three paces—with nothing in between.
Ergoudan showed not the slightest sign of panic. Since the tree had been chopped to uselessness, then he would simply settle it with his fists—this, at bottom, was what he did best.
Sun Baixu stared blankly at the wholly unadorned punch. For all its momentum and weight, for all that it looked impossible to withstand, he could sense no ripple of true qi from it, no hint of any sleight of hand. It was simply a punch, nothing more.
"As simple as that?" Sun Baixu could scarcely believe it. He held back from any response until the very last instant, when he suddenly snapped to his senses, and the corner of his mouth split into a savage curve. "In that case, you may die in peace."
He was no fool. Even an idiot could see that Ergoudan's punch was no trifling matter—and after taking two blows in a row, even Sun Baixu, a fine hand at the peak of Foundation Establishment, did not dare be careless. A straight clash of strength against strength would likely win him not the slightest advantage. But who ever said killing a man required meeting him head-on?
In the final instant before Ergoudan's fist force erupted, Sun Baixu suddenly flickered, his whole body darting around behind Ergoudan like a ghost. This was his signature movement technique: Shadow Follows the Form.
At the same moment, the two wildly spinning black blades in his hands pressed instantly against the back of Ergoudan's neck. The next instant he would effortlessly reap the boy's head. Sun Baixu had done this sort of thing far too many times; the entire sequence flowed like water, without a single flaw. In terms of true strength, he was not much inferior to Xue Jianming, the one hailed as the foremost Foundation Establishment cultivator of the Ancient Alliance.
But just then, an unforeseen change erupted. Just as his knees had suddenly sunk a moment ago, this time it was his arms. At the final instant the two black blades deviated from their course. Sun Baixu was seized with utter horror. What in the devil's name was going on?!
Ergoudan, for his part, did not falter in the least. His punch had missed, yet he showed no sign of discomfort; following through, he drove an elbow ferociously into Sun Baixu's cheek. Sun Baixu once again hurtled backward with a wretched howl—and this time it was not merely blood: his teeth went with it... (To be continued.)