Chapter 15

The eastern sky was already turning a pale white, and the hazy night was about to give way to dawn. Due to the "city gate ban," it was still early, and not many people would be up. However, there were already a few people on the streets, preparing to start their day...

"You've hidden yourself well! I didn't expect it! Really didn't expect it!"

The man in black glanced at the two wounds on his shoulder and arm, and with a sigh, he said to Wu Fan.

Wu Fan squinted his eyes and tightly gripped the fine steel saber in his hand. His body was covered in more wounds than the man in black, but he had also discovered the man's identity! Wu Fan wasn't the type to be fooled by a masked face, no matter how familiar the person. Such a person would definitely have a problem with their eyes, and Wu Fan's eyes were fine.

"Mutual surprise! I didn't expect you to have a few tricks up your sleeve! Guo Zongqi, you're being too hasty, aren't you?"

Wu Fan revealed the man's identity, and it was indeed Guo Ye, one of the total flags of the hundred-household unit where Wu Fan was stationed. After the hundred-household commander Chen Yu was killed by Wu Fan for colluding with the Maitreya cult, the position of hundred-household commander became a coveted prize. Both the higher-ups and the lower-ranks had their own plans. Undoubtedly, Guo Ye and the other total flag Qian Rui were the most hopeful candidates. However, the deputy thousand-household commander Zhao Xi's performance at the tavern yesterday made him anxious, and with some hints from certain people, he had no choice but to take a desperate risk...

Now that the situation had come to this, hiding was meaningless. Guo Ye pulled off his mask and slowly wrapped it around his hand, binding it to the hilt of his saber. He didn't retreat; if he did, not only would Wu Fan not let him go, but the bigwig who gave him the hint wouldn't let him go either. He had only two choices: kill Wu Fan or be killed by Wu Fan.

Looking at Guo Ye's rugged face full of killing intent, Wu Fan took a deep breath and held his saber in front of him, saying, "In a little while, the streets will be full of people. You don't have much time left!"

"Thanks for the reminder!" Guo Ye shook his head, took a deep breath, and said, "Then I'll kill you as quickly as possible! Let me see what kind of stuff the top enforcer of the hundred-household unit is made of!"

The two total flags of the hundred-household unit, Qian Rui was a straightforward person, at least on the surface. Guo Zongqi, on the other hand, was even more low-key than Wu Fan had been recently. He was often mocked by other hundred-household units, calling him a "clay hundred-household commander" and a "paper total flag." The former referred to the deceased Chen Yu, and the latter described Qian Rui and Guo Ye. But this "paper total flag" was now so fierce and terrifying!

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

The sabers clashed, and the sound of metal rang out.

Wu Fan was both regretful and relieved. He regretted not having abandoned the Chunhan saber earlier to practice the Yuyang saber. There was no way around it; Guo Ye, who had practiced the Chunhan saber for thirty years, was highly skilled and had reached a level of mastery. Wu Fan was severely restrained. On the other hand, he was relieved that he had listened to the system and purchased the low-level "Born with Divine Strength" skill, which allowed him to rely on his powerful physical strength and strength to avoid being cut down by Guo Ye.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

As Guo Ye's saber movements became more and more urgent, Wu Fan's defense became increasingly strained. He couldn't see any flaws in the saber techniques and had no chance to counterattack!

"Swish!"

"Ah!"

A flash of the saber cut a large piece of flesh from Wu Fan's shoulder, causing him to scream in pain.

The intense pain made Wu Fan even more vulnerable, almost on the brink of death, but it also unleashed his ferocity. He was determined to cut off Guo Ye's head, even if it meant losing an arm!

"Clang!"

Wu Fan's strike missed, as Guo Ye dodged and retreated.

Licking his lips, Wu Fan bared his teeth in a cold smile, like an enraged wolf: "So you're afraid of death! Hahaha! Good! Really good! Knowing that you'll die if you don't kill me, you're still afraid of death! Really good! Very good! People always need to have some fear, don't they? Guo Zongqi! I still remember how you threatened me with my wife! Huh?"

Guo Ye's face changed repeatedly, eventually becoming even more ruthless!

Wu Fan was deliberately provoking Guo Ye, knowing that a calm Guo Ye was the most terrifying. Of course, the outcome of rashly provoking an opponent always had two possibilities: either you really exploit their weakness and defeat them, or you end up dead, making the opponent go berserk. Wu Fan had no choice; he was gambling, betting on his ability to kill the opponent.

Guo Ye gritted his teeth, switching from a one-handed saber to a two-handed saber, and charged forward with a step.

"Roar!"

Wu Fan roared, no longer using the techniques of the Chunhan saber, but relying on his strength and speed, hacking and slashing wildly. Since the Chunhan saber was being restrained, why not try a different approach?

"You can't kill me, so I'll kill you, then go to your house and slaughter your son! Oh! Guo Zongqi! I've seen your concubine; she's quite beautiful! I'll have my way with her and then kill her! What do you think of my proposal? Not good? Haha! I forgot! Your mother is still alive! Don't worry! I'll kill her quickly, just like your son, respecting the elderly and cherishing the young..."

Wu Fan fought wildly, spouting words that would enrage anyone, truly infuriating.

Guo Ye was thrown into a panic by Wu Fan's words, even more terrified of what would happen if he couldn't defeat Wu Fan. His face became extremely distorted, and his saber was no longer as sharp as before...

Their martial arts were actually quite similar, and in a fair fight, neither could kill the other in a short time. However, after a short time, the one with better physical strength would have the advantage. Undoubtedly, Wu Fan, who had the low-level "Born with Divine Strength," had the upper hand!

"Bang!"

A loud noise, and Guo Ye's saber was knocked to the side, exposing his chest and abdomen...

"Swish!"

[Got him!]

Looking at Guo Ye, who was almost gutted by his saber, clutching his bleeding abdomen and curling up, Wu Fan let out a long breath.

Guo Ye leaned on his saber, his face flushed, veins bulging on his forehead, and his breathing heavy with pain. He looked at his saber and realized that if he hadn't tied his hand to the hilt with the black mask earlier, the saber would have been knocked away...

[The saber is still here, there's still hope, at least... at least he can't hurt my family...]

A determined light flashed in Guo Ye's eyes, and he leaped forward, his left hand grabbing the saber blade that Wu Fan thrust at him without hesitation, while his right hand raised the saber high...

"Swish!"

A cold light flashed.

"Rolling..."

Guo Ye's large, distorted head rolled on the ground, and the last thing he saw was a person, a... red-haired, yellow-bearded person? How did he appear? Did he fall from the sky? Who was he? Why did he help...

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