AWB Chapter 225 Will Win
Chapter 225 Will Win
Ding Ding Ding!
With a clanging sound of metal striking metal, Lin Fan's figure retreated again and again.
"Officer Chen, I thought you were so powerful! You talked so big, but it turns out that besides being a little strong, you don't know any martial arts at all, do you?"
Li Hao's mechanical hands were behind his back, and although he held a sword in his right hand, he straightened his back and adopted a stance similar to that of a fencing master. His movements were incredibly elegant, like a gentleman strolling leisurely in a garden.
Even if Lin Fan wielded that weapon and attacked frantically from both sides, he only needed to swing it lightly to deflect all the attacks.
"Your lower body is too loose." Li Hao casually flicked his wrist, and Lin Fan lost his balance, staggering back two steps.
Even a seven or eight-year-old child has a more stable lower body than you.
Li Hao kept making provocative remarks, and his seemingly effortless manner infuriated everyone.
Lin Fan wasn't the only one furious; Mingxing Jushi was even more unable to contain himself, shouting, "Li Jushi! Can you stop playing around?! Just kill him already! Don't you two have a grudge?"
"Shut up, you old bastard!" Li Hao said coldly. "What do you know? Killing him like this is too easy on him. I want to torture him slowly!"
“You’re lying,” Lin Fan said coldly to him.
"Hmph." Li Hao scoffed, "You're like a clown in front of me. Why would I need to lie? Why don't you try hurting me?"
Lin Fan couldn't do it. Li Hao seemed nonchalant, but his body was completely flawless. Every time he thrust his sword, it pierced into a blind spot that Lin Fan could hardly dodge. Thanks to him, Lin Fan avoided fatal attacks, but his body was covered in wounds.
However, Lin Fan knew that Li Hao was not as calm as he appeared. His emotions fluctuated greatly, sometimes filled with murderous intent, and sometimes with doubt.
"Officer Li, what are you hesitating for? I'm already getting impatient. Why don't you just give me a quick death?" Lin Fan said, spreading his hands as if to be at the mercy of his opponent.
Li Hao hadn't expended much physical strength, but his mind was taut to the extreme. The person before him, aside from possessing strength almost comparable to a third-tier martial artist who had fully opened the body's mystical gates, had no discernible pattern whatsoever. Every move he made was full of flaws—no, every single moment was full of flaws.
A fourth-tier martial artist has begun to break through the shackles of the physical body and can feel the connection between heaven and man. He can vaguely sense the ominous aura on the scythe and the determination of the person opposite him to cut him even if it costs him his life.
He didn't know what would happen if he were slashed by that sickle, nor did he want to know.
What's even stranger is that this person clearly doesn't know any martial arts, yet he can always see through Li Hao's moves. Every time Li Hao seizes an opportunity, the other party always manages to dodge his vital points.
What exactly happened? None of the cultivation sects Li Hao knew were like this. No, he was certain the other party was a complete charlatan, cobbled-together amateur, yet it was precisely this half-baked individual who had held him back.
Li Hao had another trick up his sleeve, such as the mechanical hand restraints on his back. If he used them, he was 90% certain he could disarm Chen Wu instantly, rendering him completely incapable of resistance.
However, there's only a 90% chance. What if he fails? What if he gets hurt by the opponent's scythe? Even if Li Hao is absolutely certain he can still kill him, what if, by some chance, the opponent has a way of hurting him so they can both die?
How could Li Hao accept dying together with such a person?
Seeing that Li Hao had stopped and his indecisiveness was so intense it was almost pungent, Lin Fan felt he had guessed something. So he tentatively said, "Come on, Officer Li, let's let loose and fight to our hearts' content! Even if I die here with you, I won't regret it."
Li Hao looked like a fox whose tail had been stepped on, his expression turning ugly. Yes, this person had been like this from the very first time they met; and according to what he had heard, he was the same way when he was at the Li family's house.
He seems to think he's worthless and has no fear whatsoever. How could he be like that? Does he have no one in this world he cares about?
Li Hao didn't care either; he only cared about himself.
How could he trade his worthless life for this? Li Hao absolutely refused to accept such a depravity.
His gaze hardened. "Dealing with you doesn't require my full strength. And also,"
I will win.
As if receiving some kind of signal, Lin Fan suddenly assumed a fighting stance.
Li Hao also became serious, raising his sword and holding it horizontally in front of his face, assuming an impeccable defensive stance.
Swish!
Lin Fan suddenly threw the sickle in his hand.
Li Hao could no longer suppress his smile. "Chen Wu, have you lost your mind? 100%! My chances of defeating him without getting hurt are already 100%!"
Li Hao could no longer restrain himself. He strode forward, deftly dodging the flying scythe. His sword moved like a nimble snake, aiming to bite at Lin Fan's vitals.
Lin Fan stretched out his free left hand and grabbed, and the sickle flew back in an arc in mid-air.
Li Hao sneered, "Sword control? A heretical art! Besides, I already know that!"
Li Hao swung the mechanical hand behind his back without even glancing at it. An iron hook flew out, directly entangled the incoming scythe, and flung him away.
At the same time, each part of his body seemed to have its own consciousness, moving independently and uncoordinated, with his right hand wielding the sword precisely slashing towards Lin Fan's left arm.
Fourth-tier martial artists also possess exceptional control over their bodies, enabling them to perform actions that are inconceivable to normal people, making them the clowns among clowns in a circus.
In a flash, Li Hao had already secured his victory; he could cut off Lin Fan's neck in the next breath. But he would choose to cut off his right hand first, eliminating any possibility of movement, and then his legs, finishing him off quickly while completely crippling him.
But at that very moment, something unexpected happened.
It was the Mingxing Layman who, the instant Lin Fan threw the sickle, suddenly used his fourth hand to form a hand seal, summoning seven wooden walls to block in front of him.
bang bang bang...
The seven wooden walls burst open almost simultaneously, and it was this sound that attracted Li Hao's attention.
As if by reflex, Li Hao rushed towards Mingxing Jushi.
Because of his fourth-tier martial artist's combat intuition, he knew very well what it would mean if Mingxing Jushi fell now. He might have to face a full-force attack from someone of equal strength to the Mo Clan Temple Master, which would be far more difficult to deal with than Chen Wu in front of him.
Of course, he wouldn't have imagined that Ming Xingzhen was dead, or that Ze Zhishan would target Lin Fan. He naturally assumed that the radiant female bodhisattva in the sky was also a scheme by Chen Wu.
Moreover, he saw it—no, he sensed it—that the figure who broke through the seven layers of wooden walls and charged towards Mingxing was also Chen Wu! He was indeed not that simple.