Free Web NovelChapter 1420: Chapter 1397: Seven Moves to Defeat the Enemy, Shocking the Crowd!
"Shou’er, what are you still dazing for? Get up there, hurry, and take that brat out!" Qin Fen roared angrily. He wanted Qin Shou to personally enter the field, unleash his terrifying strength, and kill that kid who came to snatch the bride!
Only then could the Qin Family salvage their lost face!
"Young Master Qin, go, kill that brat!" The ones who least wanted the marriage alliance to fail were the high-ranking members of the Six Doors who were desperate for the Qin Family’s protection. They all hurriedly shouted to urge him on, each of them practically itching to charge up themselves and kill Ye Huan.
Qin Shou was furious as well; he wanted to go up personally and butcher Ye Huan!
But he really didn’t dare!
At this moment, the back of Qin Shou’s formal robe was already soaked through with cold sweat. Sweat poured from his forehead like rain, dripping down to the ground, and his legs and lips were trembling violently, completely out of control.
Go up and fight Ye Huan?
Just thinking about it, he recalled that day when he’d been strung up and thrashed by Ye Huan, his whole face swollen from being whipped by the shoehorn in Ye Huan’s hand. His fat cheeks throbbed with phantom pain.
Qin Shou finally understood now why, when he had threatened to hand Ye Bingning over to Ye Huan to toy with in exchange for a chance to live, it had earned him such a savage beating!
He also understood why Ye Huan had asked about that Six Doors tragedy from years ago that everyone in the Endless Deep Mountains knew about, as well as the details of the Qin Family’s marriage alliance with the Six Doors.
Simple—Ye Huan wasn’t some native Ancient Martial Artist from the Endless Deep Mountains at all. This guy was from the outside world!
And Ye Bingning had known him long ago!
Ye Huan heading toward Wuya Town had only one purpose: to drag Ye Bingning out of the swamp of a forced marriage!
But... but something didn’t add up!
How could an Ancient Martial Artist from the outside world possibly know the Ling Family’s Cyan Lotus Sword Technique?
Qin Shou racked his brains and still couldn’t figure it out, but he was very clear on one thing: if he went up, there was only one outcome—death!
Ye Huan’s overall Ancient Martial Arts strength was way too strong, so strong he had to look up just to see him. He simply didn’t dare lay a hand on Ye Huan; otherwise, this time it wouldn’t just be his face getting beaten swollen!
"What are you spacing out for? Make a move, get up there!" Seeing Qin Shou trembling nonstop and still not acting after all this time, Qin Fen cursed angrily, hating iron for not becoming steel, and gave Qin Shou a vicious kick right on the ass!
Qin Shou landed face first, eating dirt like a dog. He simply stayed sprawled on the ground, refusing to get up. No one knew just how terrified he was inside right now!
"Useless trash!" Qin Fen was livid.
At this moment—
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
A series of table-slamming sounds rang out as ten genius Ancient Martial Artists from the primordial Ancient Martial Clans leaped into the air.
"Patriarch Qin, Young Master Qin is getting married today, it’s not appropriate for him to make a move. Leave this brat to us." The one in the lead was Zhou Mingrui, the fourth-ranked genius of the third-tier Zhou Family. He drew his weapon and, along with his posse from various fourth-tier families, charged at Ye Huan!
"Good, then I’ll trouble you, Brother Zhou!" Qin Fen’s expression eased, and he cupped his hands in thanks!
"Brat, knowing we’re sitting here on Wuya Peak and you still dare charge up to kill, you’re courting death!"
Zhou Mingrui barked coldly. The large curved blade in his hand hacked through the air, cleaving apart the curtain of rain. Under the illumination of the lightning in the heavens above, his blade looked like it was brimming with murderous intent!
Ye Huan’s face didn’t change. He looped his right arm around Ye Bingning’s waist and pushed her behind him. His gaze instantly turned ice-cold as he drew the longsword from his back with a sharp "swish" and struck without hesitation, clashing head-on with Zhou Mingrui in a single sword strike!
"Clang!"
The two weapons collided violently in the rain, splashing up a huge wave of water!
Ye Huan gripped his sword in his right hand, and his left turned into a palm that slapped out into the air with a boom!
"Bang!"
The curtain of rain instantly exploded and blasted forward, blocking all the attacks from Zhou Mingrui’s lackeys!
Zhou Mingrui’s line of sight was also completely obscured by the exploding rain.
Ye Huan seized the opportunity, sweeping his sword horizontally to send out a blade of sword light, and at the same time he kicked out!
To defend against the sword light, Zhou Mingrui rolled sideways to the right, completely unaware that his move had already been predicted by Ye Huan!
Just as he stabilized his stance, Ye Huan’s fierce kick slammed directly into Zhou Mingrui’s face!
"Pff—"
Zhou Mingrui spat out a mouthful of blood as he was sent flying several meters, nose gushing blood.
"You dare use your shoe to stomp on my face? You’re fucking tired of living!!!" Zhou Mingrui exploded in fury, letting out a thunderous roar. In an instant, his aura surged to the level of an Initial-Tier Divine King!
Seeing this, Zhou Mingrui’s lackeys stopped holding back as well. All of them roared and unleashed the full power of an Initial-Tier Divine King, launching their fiercest killing moves at Ye Huan!
Ye Huan showed no fear at all. Sword in hand, he charged straight into the crowd and clashed with them!
For a moment, the towering blasts of light from their battle almost lit up the entire Wuya Peak!
The shouting and slaughtering, set against the backdrop of lightning and thunder, felt suffocatingly oppressive.
From the rear, Ye Bingning watched the battle between Ye Huan and Zhou Mingrui’s group. Her small hand over her heart couldn’t help clenching tight, her face full-on spelling the word "worry," but she didn’t impulsively rush in to help Ye Huan.
She wasn’t stupid. She knew that with her strength, charging into that battlefield would only drag Ye Huan down and become a burden.
"Boss, you can do it!" Ye Bingning silently prayed in her heart for Ye Huan.
Meanwhile—
"Zhou Mingrui is a well-known genius in the Five-Ring Region. Provoking him like this is really not a wise move."
"And now look, Zhou Mingrui and the others have already gone all-out in their rage. How long do you think this brat can hold out?"
"I bet he’ll definitely lose within ten moves."
"No need for ten; I say seven moves will be enough!"
The watching geniuses from the Ancient Martial Clans chattered as they observed the battlefield.
Seven seconds later.
"Aaaah—!!!"
A shrill scream echoed up into the heavens and lingered for a long time without fading.
"Ha, I said seven moves, so it’s seven moves!" One Ancient Martial Artist burst into loud laughter.
The others looked at him in surprise. This guy really had an eye for reading battles; his prediction was spot on.
They were thinking exactly that when—
"Spare me, great hero, spare me! I didn’t mean to attack you or become your enemy!"
The sound of begging for mercy came over.
Everyone frowned. That voice begging for mercy... didn’t sound like Ye Huan’s.
With that thought, they all turned their heads in unison.
And then they froze for a second.
When they came back to their senses, they were instantly dumbfounded, their eyes bulging wider than eggs. "How is this possible?!"
They saw that Zhou Mingrui’s ten lackeys were all lying in pools of blood, each with a single sword hole in the center of their chests. As for the strongest, Zhou Mingrui, he too was lying in a pool of blood, his whole body covered in sword wounds!
In stark contrast stood Ye Huan, not a single injury on him, standing there expressionless, sword in hand, looking down at Zhou Mingrui like he was an ant!
"Zzzzt—"
Ignoring Zhou Mingrui’s pleas, Ye Huan thrust his sword straight into Zhou Mingrui’s heart, snuffing out his life in an instant. Then, with a sharp "whoosh," he withdrew the blade. Blood gushed madly from the wound!
The entire place fell dead silent. None of them had expected that after seven moves, the fight really would be over—but the one dead wasn’t Ye Huan, it was the Zhou Family’s fourth-ranked genius—Zhou Mingrui!
