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Chapter 850: Chapter 850 Sword Heart
When the sword’s radiance appeared in an instant!
Julius Reed leaped into the sky!
Boom!
Behind him, an abandoned concrete pier exploded directly.
Under the moonlight, it left dust filling the sky.
"It is said that Chandler Swordsman’s swordsmanship is exceptional, and today at last, it is evident you have some skills,"
Julius Reed said with a smile, looking towards Nathanael Warm, "But with just this, you can’t hurt me. Let alone, your plan to kill me."
"I have to try before I know!"
Nathanael Warm’s expression was solemn, his eyes intensely focused!
At this moment, he and his sword became one!
Swish!
The Longsword emitted a sharp noise as it sliced through the air, carrying enormous killing intent, and thrust directly towards Julius Reed!
One sword.
Determined life and death!
"I’ve heard that the purer the heart of a swordsman, the stronger the swordsmanship,"
Facing Nathanael Warm’s strongest strike, Julius Reed calmly smiled and said, "Today, I will shatter your sword heart and destroy your Sword Dao!"
Hum!
He didn’t retreat but advanced instead!
Two fingers suddenly appeared in front of him!
Directly—
Pinching the blade out of the air!
Sizzle...
With a loud bang, the tip of the sword broke free from the restriction of the two fingers, and furiously pushed forward!
And Julius Reed stood unmoved in his original spot, with a shallow pit having formed beneath his feet.
At last.
When the tip of the sword came within less than five centimeters of Julius Reed’s throat, it slowly stopped.
Nathanael Warm’s eyes were blood-red, veins bulging on his forehead!
But!
He could no longer advance another step!
The sword, as if firmly controlled, simply couldn’t budge even slightly!
"Your Sword Intent is not sharp enough,"
Clang!
Julius Reed suddenly turned around!
And directly bent the Longsword!
Breaking it!
Then, he struck Nathanael Warm in the chest with his elbow!
Sending him flying backward!
Whoosh!
Nathanael Warm fell to the ground, coughing up blood.
The broken sword, lay beside him.
"Go train for a few hundred more years, and perhaps you can withstand three moves from me," Julius Reed said without looking back as he turned around, "But after those three moves, you would be reduced to ashes. And those three moves would only be because I took pity on you."
Spurt!
Nathanael Warm clutched the ground tightly, a surge of blood spewing forth!
Sword heart, shattered.
Decades of accumulated Sword Intent, that indomitable momentum!
Gone up in smoke.
Watching the silhouette disappearing into the distance.
Despair shone in Nathanael Warm’s eyes.
He struggled to his feet and knelt on the ground.
Then—
He slowly picked up the broken sword beside him, intending to end his life.
The moment he was sent flying, he was no longer worthy of wielding a sword.
The blade’s edge gently cut into the skin of his neck, very painful.
But the pain was nothing compared to the anguish in his heart.
He remembered Jennifer Lopez’s despair as she died, remembered his deeply loved woman wearing her wedding dress, closing her eyes in that moment.
Clang!
The sword in Nathanael Warm’s hand dropped to the ground.
A minute later.
He took out his phone and dialed the number he was least willing to call.
"Do you... still remember me?"
From the phone, an aged voice came through.
"Master,"
Nathanael Warm called softly.
Silence.
There was silence from the end of the phone.
After what seemed like an eternity, a response finally came from the receiver.
"What’s the matter?"
"I want to enter the Demon Way,"
Nathanael Warm said with a bitter smile.
"When your Sword Intent was at its purest, out of selfish desire, I wanted you to fall into the Demon Way. But you refused, and left in anger,"
"Back then, I was young. I believed that with a pure Sword Intent, I could conquer any enemy!"
"And now?"
"My sword heart, is broken."
"In this world, there actually is someone who can shatter your sword heart?"
"My Sword Intent has also dissipated."
"Once you enter the Demon Way, there is no turning back."
"I’m willing to become a demon swordsman... as long as... as long as I can have my revenge!"
"Your current state is quite suitable. Come back, return to Boulevard Mountain. I will forge you into the number one demon swordsman. By then, even I might not be your match."
"Then... see you on Boulevard Mountain..."
Nathanael Warm hung up the phone, clutching his head in extreme pain.
A killing machine!
Was he, after all, destined to become that killing machine?
Twenty years ago, him, a prodigious talent, had left his sect because of this!
Seriously injured.
And just then, he met Jennifer Lopez.
Twenty years later, he returned to his sect.
Fallen into the Demon Way.
For love, for his shattered Sword Heart.
Gazing into the distance, Nathanael Warm placed his broken-in-two Longsword on the ground.
He knelt down.
Bowed his head three times with a bang.
To pay homage to his once purest Sword Heart.
From now on, he would become a sword in the hands of others.
No more freedom.
...
The distance from the wasteland to the hotel is roughly a few kilometers.
The two ran at their ultimate speed and even then, it took three minutes.
On the return trip, Julius Reed was not so hurried.
But on the way, there was a vague sense that something was amiss.
Although the surroundings were a wasteland—
Strictly speaking, an abandoned factory.
But by rights, this should still be the capital city, it shouldn’t be so quiet.
So quiet that not even the birdsong could be heard.
"Come out!"
When he reached the middle of a path, Julius Reed stopped walking and looked around him.
"You knew we were hiding here?"
Five seconds later, a fat man wearing a golden coat emerged from the woods, holding a box of hidden weapons.
Behind him, more than a dozen people followed.
Each one of them was carrying a weapon.
"Here to die?"
Julius Reed asked indifferently.
"What did you say?"
The fat man frowned slightly, slowly raising the box of hidden weapons: "Kid, you’ve got it wrong, right? Now, it’s me pointing the box of hidden weapons at you."
He gave a signal with his eyes, and the personnel behind him immediately closed in.
Surrounding Julius Reed completely.
"Braven, it seems someone is disrespecting you!"
Two groups of people emerged from the woods again.
One of them wore a black leather jacket with a red band tied around his head.
In his hands, he held a box of hidden weapons.
The leader of the other group was a woman.
The woman wore leather clothes and boots and carried a machete.
"Quite the gathering."
Julius Reed narrowed his eyes, taking in the people around him: "Speak, who sent you?"
"Kid, you’re quite oblivious to the situation, aren’t you?"
Seeing how little regard the other side had for him, Braven couldn’t help but get a little angry: "Ever heard of the Gold Tycoon, Braven?"
The Gold Tycoon had quite a notorious reputation.
Perhaps not many people knew Braven, but many were aware of the Gold Tycoon.
In the past, Braven was involved in the entertainment city business, but in recent years, he had transitioned into the martial world as a member of an assassination organization.
Engaging in some underworld activities.
"No."
Julius Reed shook his head: "Your reputation is too dismal!"
"You..."
Braven’s brow creased, his face turning red.
Surely, he was getting too little respect.
"Haha! Braven, you’re being looked down upon pretty badly."
The man in the leather jacket laughed as he pushed Braven aside and approached, taking off his sunglasses: "Gold Deputy Leader, Trey Hawthorne! I’ve heard that last time, my Gold men died at your hand, so I’m here to settle the score."
"Callum Cook, the Gold War Goddess."
The woman in leather also introduced herself.
"Nonentities."
Julius Reed shook his head and asked his final question: "Who sent you? After you answer, I’ll send you on your way."
"You’ve got some nerve!"
Braven snorted coldly: "You’re knocking on death’s door and still dare to act so tough with me?"
"Is that so?"
Julius Reed smiled and raised his hand.
Then, gently lowered it.
Whoosh!
Behind him, a golden banner suddenly soared into the air.
"This is..."
Braven was startled.
"It’s... the Golden Dragon Swallowing the Sun banner!"
Clatter.
The box of hidden weapons fell from Trey Hawthorne’s hands, his face turning pale.
