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Chapter 1127: Chapter 1127: Finishing Work
"Do you know who I am?"
Longsword held his sword in one hand, his body emanating a murderous aura!
Lowell Tennyson’s fame was resounding, standing shoulder to shoulder with Mount Shu and Skyslaughter Sect.
Ordinary martial arts sects would retreat three houses away upon hearing the name of Lowell Tennyson.
Yet the man in front of him dared to kill his sword servants!
"I do," Devlin extinguished a cigarette butt beneath his foot, saying indifferently, "The man I’m killing today is your Lowell Tennyson’s person."
"You..."
Longsword felt both shame and anger!
He had lived for decades, and this was the first time someone had threatened him!
"Arrogant fool! You dare kill my sword servant. Today, I shall show you what Lowell Tennyson is capable of!"
With that, he unleashed a sword strike that split the air!
"Take him down!"
Devlin quickly dodged.
Leaning against a tree, he pulled out a cigarette from his breast pocket and lit it silently.
He still had a full pack of cigarettes, seeing as Brysen Beaumont hadn’t stolen them.
"Ah, I’ve been craving a smoke a bit too much lately," he sucked in a puff and couldn’t help coughing.
Clang!
In front of him, Longsword and the men in black were entangled in combat!
For a moment, flashes of fire flickered!
The Longsword clanged incessantly against the men’s steel knives, sparking off bursts of sparks.
The high-tech augmented men in black operated in a highly disciplined manner.
They constantly changed their formation, interpreting data fed to their chips through their eyes, beginning to counter moves on the fly!
Although these men were far inferior to Grandmaster Longsword in combat capability,
Still, they were numerous!
As the saying goes, even a fierce tiger fears a pack of wolves.
The near-flawless attack pattern of the men in black was giving Longsword a tough time.
A flurry of blade glimmers and shadows of swords darted past, adorning the lonely night.
"Damn it! Just who are you!"
The more he fought, the more Longsword realized something was off.
The men in black’s offense and defense had no gaps, no matter how he fought, he couldn’t find a breakthrough.
"Break!"
Finally.
Longsword flung his sword out, sending out countless streams of Sword Qi!
This was his signature skill, Sword Qi Coming from the East!
In an instant, the night wind stirred!
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!
The three men in black closest to him were blown away, blood mist spraying from their bodies.
Seizing this opportunity, Longsword leaped into the air to reclaim his sword and charged straight at Devlin!
Catch the leader to catch the thief!
If he could capture the leader, he could at least find out who the opponent was!
Considering they knew he was an elder of Lowell Tennyson and dared to take the life of a sword servant,
It indicated they weren’t worried about retaliation from Lowell Tennyson.
Yet in the whole wide world, there were only a few sects that dared to disregard Lowell Tennyson like this!
Who could it be?
Those men in black were even more odd!
Longsword, who had traveled the world for decades, had never seen such tactics!
"Hand over your life!"
He bellowed, a single hand wielding his sword with unstoppable force!
"Heh."
Faced with the sword that thrust directly at him, Devlin didn’t evade but instead smiled faintly.
When they were less than five meters apart!
He suddenly raised his right hand!
In his hand, there was a box of concealed weapons.
Swoosh!
The darts shot out fiercely!
"Damn it!"
Clang!
Longsword twisted his body in mid-air, slightly adjusting his Longsword.
Just managing to knock down the flying darts!
But just as he thought he could capture the opponent,
Devlin suddenly lowered his head.
A steel knife appeared out of nowhere!
Blades clashed.
Longsword used the force to retreat sharply.
"Just who are you!"
Looking at the men in black standing behind Devlin, for the first time Longsword felt fear.
He was not afraid of experts, even looking forward to duels with them!
He always had full confidence in his strength.
But now, he felt something was very wrong.
His opponents didn’t seem like normal people.
Ordinary people couldn’t be dozens strong without any flaws in their attacks!
Everything seemed as if it had already been rehearsed.
"I told you before," Devlin said with hands clasped behind his back, his voice cold, "The man killing you."
Then he commanded, "Go! Make it quick and decisive!"
Swoosh!
Dozens of men instantly grabbed their steel knives, and began to charge like madmen!
"If you want to kill me, you’ll have to lose a layer of skin!"
The Sword Fanatic clutched his Longsword tightly in both hands and took a deep breath!
"Break!"
Szzt!
A wisp of mist-like Sword Qi shot through the air!
Thud!
Ahead, several men in black were sent flying backward.
But to the Sword Fanatic’s disbelief, these men stood up again after falling to the ground!
They were like unkillable cockroaches!
"Impossible!"
His eyes widened, profoundly shocked!
With a single sword strike, even a Grandmaster injured by this Sword Qi would lose their ability to fight for a short time.
But these men in black were not Grandmasters at all!
In his moment of astonishment, killing intent surged from behind him!
The acute senses of a Grandmaster allowed the Sword Fanatic to turn and strike with his sword!
He swung with full force!
Clang!
Sparks flew.
The men in black fell in heaps.
Yet the remaining men, as if they could not feel pain or fear, rushed up like madmen!
And those who had just been injured by the Sword Qi were attacking once more!
"I want to see just what the hell you creatures are!"
The Sword Fanatic held the sword in his left hand, fiercely flicking the hilt with the middle finger of his right hand!
Whoosh!
The Longsword flew through the air!
The man in black at the forefront was impaled by the Longsword!
"Break!"
The Sword Fanatic followed up, grabbing the hilt with his right hand and forcefully jerking it upward!
Swish!
With a loud noise.
Blood, mixed with steel prosthetics, scattered all over the ground.
This man in black finally died on the ground.
And the lens on his face was still flickering non-stop.
"How can this be!"
The Sword Fanatic held the Longsword, dumbfounded as he stared at the blood and metal mixed in front of him.
In his eyes, disbelief was brimming.
Ptui!
Caught off guard, he was struck heavily in the back by a blade!
Whoosh!
The Sword Fanatic spun around with a backhanded sword strike!
Sword Qi soared!
The man in black exploded into pieces.
Similarly, steel scattered on the ground.
"Damn it!"
The Sword Fanatic had traveled the world for many years but had never seen such monstrosities.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Despite being a Great Grandmaster, the Sword Fanatic was still pressed to the ground due to the injury on his back, as numerous long knives slashed down from the sky.
Crack!
Capitalizing on the moment, the men in black crushed his leg bones!
"You dare kill me, Lowell Tennyson will not let you monsters off..."
The Sword Fanatic, his eyes red, looked at the man in black in front of him.
His eyes were filled with seething hatred!
For an elder of Lowell Tennyson to be captured by a group of monsters—what a disgraceful humiliation!
"It’s the age of technology now."
Devlin approached the Sword Fanatic, leaning slightly, "You always have to keep up with the times... As it turns out, what is Lowell Tennyson or a Great Grandmaster worth? I’m just an ordinary person, barely a novice Martial Artist. Yet now, it’s you kneeling on the ground, not me." 𝚗o𝚟pub.𝚌𝚘𝚖
"Shameless!"
The Sword Fanatic roared in anger.
He tried to struggle, but his body was firmly restrained!
"Oh, right!"
Devlin searched the Sword Fanatic’s body and quickly pulled out a mobile phone.
"You’ve always wanted to know who I am, haven’t you?"
He whispered in the Sword Fanatic’s ear, "I am Devlin, but the one who killed you is Mad Dragon."
Ptui!
Having said that.
Devlin pierced the Sword Fanatic’s chest with a sword.
"You..."
Until death, the Sword Fanatic’s eyes were filled with disbelief.
Thump!
The Longsword was withdrawn.
The Sword Fanatic fell to the ground.
Afterward, Devlin took out a golden dragon mask from his chest and placed it on his face.
He adjusted the mask in front of the screen and began recording a video.
Once done, he sent it to the Valley Master of Lowell Tennyson.
"Wrap it up!"
Whoosh!
Devlin smashed the mobile phone with a dart.
Then, he dropped a cigarette butt on the Sword Fanatic’s body.
Taking his men, he disappeared into the night.
