sinovels Chapter 66 The Mind of a Petty Person
Chapter 66 The Mind of a Petty Person
Indeed, one should not have any unrealistic expectations of these martial arts figures.
If they were all dragged out and beheaded, there might be innocent people, but if they were beheaded one by one, there would definitely be some who escaped.
Shen An's face remained expressionless; he simply stated a fact in a tone that sounded as if he were asking out of curiosity:
"So, this... senior brother, you're being too polite! You do this kind of thing all the time, don't you?"
"Hey, no need to call me senior brother, just call me Ma Bao." Ma Bao quickly waved his hand, his face beaming. He dared not be called senior brother by Zuo Lengchan's personal disciple. Then, changing the subject, he said with a hint of smugness, "As for this skill of stealth and assassination, it's my specialty in the martial world. In our line of work, if you're not quick and nimble, you're already three feet away from home. Practice makes perfect."
"Um."
Upon hearing this, Shen An nodded calmly.
Then, he raised his hand and thrust out a sword.
It's not the heavy sword; that heavy sword is still stuck on the platform in the middle of the river.
Shen An did not even bring the slightly heavier sword that Bai Lian Fang had specially made for him.
After all, we're promoting the Light-Sound Sword today, so we can't expect others to buy it without even using it ourselves, can we?
Although the Light Sound Sword was rather awkward to use, its thin and light texture was quite different from Shen An's heavy and clumsy sword style.
The strength expended by that previous sword strike has not yet been fully recovered.
But killing this man is enough.
With a flash of cold light, the Light Sound Sword, which had become famous today, was being pushed into Ma Bao's waist and abdomen by Shen An, right before Ma Bao's incredulous eyes.
"clang--"
A sharp, piercing clang of metal suddenly rang out on the silent riverbank!
Is it stuck?
Shen An was slightly taken aback.
He could clearly feel that after the tip of the Light Sound Sword pierced through Ma Bao's clothes, it seemed to hit an incredibly tough iron chain and could not go any further!
Your mother, out in the underworld, wearing chainmail? Have you no shame?
Shen An's face darkened, and he forcefully pulled the sword out.
If one strike fails, then try another.
The next strike will be to cut off his neck.
"Shen An! You!"
Only then did Ma Bao awaken from the brink of death and realize what had just happened.
Why?
Why does Shen An want to kill me?
Colluding with the evil cult? No! That's absolutely impossible!
He's a native of Songshan, with impeccable lineage. Even if I were to collude with the Demonic Sect, it wouldn't be his turn!
Hey, I'm telling you, Old Shen is perfectly fine.
Moreover, if he is a member of the Demonic Cult, why did he save me earlier instead of waiting until now to make his move?
Could it be...?
A thought, like a venomous snake, suddenly burrowed out from the depths of his mind, making him shudder, yet also giving him a sense of sudden enlightenment!
Taking all the credit for himself!
Yes! That must be it!
He wants to kill me and then keep all the credit for discovering Liu Zhengfeng's collusion with the Demonic Sect and "repelling" the Demonic Sect elders for himself!
Looking at Shen An's young yet cold face, Ma Bao's heart was instantly filled with resentment.
well!
good boy!
No wonder he is the personal disciple of the Left Alliance Leader!
That ruthlessness! That decisiveness to stop at nothing for credit, even killing one's own people without hesitation! It's like a carbon copy of Leader Zuo!
The leader of the Left Alliance is a man of great talent and ambition, and ruthless in his methods. How could the disciple he has chosen be a soft-hearted person?
I was so naive! I actually thought I could share the credit with him. In his eyes, I was probably just a stepping stone that could be sacrificed at any time!
"Well...well, well done, Shen An! Well done, the personal disciple of Alliance Leader Zuo!" Ma Bao's voice became hoarse and shrill with anger and fear, his eyes filled with venomous resentment at being betrayed. "You want to take all the credit for yourself? You'd better see if you have the ability!"
Shen An didn't care about his wild imagination.
The ramblings of a dying man are not worth wasting any of his breath on.
He remained silent, then slashed his sword at the man's neck.
"Die!"
Ma Bao roared, his eyes turning completely red. He brandished his longsword, aiming straight for Shen An's sword with the "Eternal Dragon" technique!
Unfortunately, this move was much more rigid than the original owner's swordsmanship, and in Shen An's eyes, it was full of flaws.
I don't know how he can't even master a basic sword technique. At his age, what has he accomplished?
Shen An didn't even change his moves; he just flicked his wrist slightly at the moment the swords were about to collide.
The sword technique of the Light Sound Sword turned slightly at an incredible angle, like a snake spitting its tongue, and struck the point in Ma Bao's sword move where the force was weakest and the flow of true energy was most sluggish!
With a clang, another ear-piercing, crisp sound rang out.
Ma Bao felt a force dissipate all the power on his sword!
The power was not great, yet it seemed to disintegrate his own power as well.
This caused his hand to tremble violently, and he could no longer hold the long sword. With a mournful cry, it flew out of his hand, spinning and embedding itself in a large tree next to him, still buzzing loudly!
Finished!
Ma Bao's face turned deathly pale!
Before he could fully express his despair, Shen An's sword came flying in quick succession.
Having lost his weapon, Ma Bao could only retreat frantically, but no matter how far he retreated, he couldn't outrun that sword strike.
The sword tip drew ever closer, as if death were slowly beckoning to him.
Just when he was in despair, Ma Baofu had a sudden inspiration and thought of something. His hand, as fast as lightning, suddenly pulled back to his waist!
A silver iron whip, about ten feet long, was drawn from his waist.
It turns out that what blocked Shen An's fatal sword strike was not some kind of chainmail, but this soft whip wrapped around Ma Bao's waist!
Having almost forgotten his old companion of decades, Ma Bao felt a surge of relief at surviving such a close call.
Now I remember, I'm not some Songshan disciple who only knows two moves, I was once a great thief who roamed the northern frontier!
only……
He glanced at the young man opposite him, whose expression was indifferent and whose eyes were unmoved.
The Songshan Sword Technique that he had just displayed so powerfully in front of the demonic cultists couldn't even withstand a single move against Shen An.
Is there any way this old fellow can create a glimmer of hope for himself?
There's no time to hesitate any longer!
Shen An's sword has been handed over again!