"As soon as the words were spoken, Zirong soared into the air in pursuit, and his Longsword swept horizontally towards Qin Li."
Qin Li’s heart skipped a beat, and as he raised his sword to block, he suddenly found his body going numb, unable to even lift his arms. Shock filled him, as it was clear that Zirong’s earlier seemingly restrained strike had sealed his bloodlines in the blink of an eye.
His movements had been too covert, too cunning. Not to mention the observers, even he, the very person caught in the act, hadn’t noticed.
Now he was in trouble! Qin Li cried out in despair in his heart.
"Snap!" A crisp sound rang out as Zirong’s horizontally held sword had already slapped Qin Li’s face, causing his body, which was initially flying backwards, to suddenly jerk and then bizarrely shoot out sideways like a shattered stone towards Yuan Tianbo.
"Ouch!" Yuan Tianbo, who was dazed and unguarded, was struck such that his head jerked to the side and he flipped onto the ground, spitting out two bloodstained teeth.
Qin Li had him as a cushion and thus didn’t suffer any serious injury, but the slap of the sword had left him dazed, and when he opened his mouth, he too spat out a few bloody molars.
"Indeed a skilled body, even this didn’t harm you, take another one of our strikes!" Before Yuan Tianbo could react, Zirong shouted again.
Giving Huayue a look, the two launched a combined attack with another strike. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴠɪsɪᴛ NoveI-Fire.ɴet
"Snap!" Qin Li was slapped away once more, and unfortunately, his trajectory was once again towards Yuan Tianbo.
Yuan Tianbo had just gotten up, still unsteady on his feet, when he was once again toppled to the ground.
"Good skills, take another one of my strikes!" Before he could fully rise, he heard Zirong’s loud shout again.
Thus, the tragedy struck again!
Mu Nan watched, agape, as Qin Li drifted helplessly back and forth like a leaf in the wind, then turned to Yuan Tianbo, who was repeatedly "accidentally" knocked to the ground, equally agape.
"Are you blind or what, can’t you dodge a bit?" Having been struck by repeated misfortunes, Yuan Tianbo could no longer hold back. A large bump rising on his forehead like a unicorn’s horn, he glared with an eye as black as a panda’s and cursed.
"I... I... didn’t want this either." Qin Li stumbled backward, his cheeks swollen like steamed buns from the slaps, and he said with a tragic choke.
As an Eighth Rank Swordsman, his bloodline had been sealed off silently by a swordsman of the same level, an occurrence too embarrassing for him to even speak of.
"Didn’t want to? You’re an Eighth Rank Swordsman, even if you can’t beat them, can’t you at least dodge me?" Qin Li didn’t speak, but as soon as he did, Yuan Tianbo had a surge of indignant fury that he struggled to contain. He knew the reaction speed and coordination of an Eighth Rank Swordsman were already far beyond a normal person’s limits. Even in a crisis, dodging should not be difficult, right?
"Guard Qin, to think you are the Guard Leader for Yuan Mansion. Not to mention sacrificing your life for your master is one thing, but using your Young Master as a cushion in a critical moment, that’s just unacceptable," said Zirong with a disdainful face.
"You... you..." Qin Li pointed at Zirong’s face filled with righteous indignation and almost spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.
He had seen through their scheme; while on the surface they were fighting him, in reality, they were obviously targeting Yuan Tianbo. Otherwise, had they truly been ruthless, a single combined strike from them and he would not have been able to get up again.
But he was now beyond explaining his difficulty, afraid that even if he spoke the truth, no one would believe him.
Mu Hanyan was thoroughly enjoying the sight, one word, exhilarating!
He knew these two were not so kind-hearted.
Well, forget it, won’t deduct next month’s pay, Big Playboy Mu thought very generously.