King of Hundred Victories Saber

Chapter 380 - 154: Flames of Weishan – Shi Feiyang Plots to Resist the Enemy, Lin Wanqing Stands by Him with Deep Affection

In the midsummer season, the scorching sunlight poured down unrestrained, as if Han City was placed inside a giant steamer. The air was filled with suffocating heat, the trees along the street drooped their branches languidly, and even the cicadas seemed to chirp feebly due to the intense heat.

The ground was scorching hot, stepping on it felt like the soles of one’s shoes were about to melt.

On the battlefield, smoke filled the air, the pungent smell of gunpowder mixed with the scent of blood, wantonly spread in the sweltering air. The shouts of soldiers and the clashing of weapons intertwined, composing a brutal war symphony.

Takeda Sanroku, a renowned fierce general among the samurai, maneuvered through the smoke and flames of the battlefield.

His eyes glinted like those of a ferocious wolf, filled with cruelty and violence. In his hand, he tightly gripped the long Japanese saber, its blade glistening with a chilling light that seemed to embody all of the world’s killing intent, reflecting cold glints that made one’s blood run cold under the scorching sun.

At this moment, Takeda Sanroku’s gaze was locked onto Qin Yuanyao.

Qin Yuanyao was at the edge of the battlefield, her slightly swollen belly particularly conspicuous amidst the chaotic situation.

Takeda Sanroku’s lips curled into a cruel smile. In his eyes, a pregnant woman was undoubtedly a feeble prey, easy to bully. He secretly calculated that capturing this woman could not only demoralize the rebels before him but might also provide him with some additional benefits.

Takeda Sanroku glanced around; both sides were locked in a stalemate on the battlefield, shouts and cries rose and fell. Corpses lay scattered on the ground, blood spreading on the hot surface, drying and forming dark red stains.

He suddenly exerted force with his foot, raising a cloud of dust, which, like the air, seemed to be infected by his ferocity.

He was like a black lightning bolt, rushing towards Qin Yuanyao with a whistling gust of wind.

The burning houses around him emitted billowing smoke, twisting skyward from the wind stirred by his run, like black dragons with teeth and claws bared.

The weapons scattered on the ground flipped and jumped as he passed, making crisp clashing sounds.

The Japanese saber in his hand was raised high, executing the fearsome "Slash Against the Wind."

The blade’s momentum was extremely fierce, carrying an unstoppable force, as if it would instantly cleave Qin Yuanyao in two. The air was slashed with an invisible crack, the surrounding air warped and deformed by the sword’s force, resembling ripples caused by a giant rock thrown into a calm lake.

Meanwhile, Liu Dayou was fiercely battling the other samurai.

He moved with agility and speed, each strike of his powerful, piercing each samurai who approached him to the ground.

Just then, from the corner of his eye, he caught sight of his wife Qin Yuanyao in danger, as Takeda Sanroku’s ferocious figure rapidly closed in on her.

In an instant, an immense flame of anger surged in Liu Dayou’s heart, igniting his entire being.

His eyes widened, burning with intense rage, as if that fire could devour the whole world.

"Beast, how dare you touch my wife!" he roared, a voice like a great bell, shaking the surrounding air, causing nearby samurai to quiver in fright.

In a rush, Liu Dayou’s steps pounded the ground, his figure flickered like an apparition, instantly flashing in front of Qin Yuanyao.

Simultaneously, his aura increased dramatically, displaying the famed "Two-finger Zen" Divine Skill that dominated Jianghu.

He stretched his index fingers, the tips gleaming like sharp blades, shining more brightly under the scorching sun. He used his fingers as swords, as knives. This "Two-finger Zen" technique, mastered to its pinnacle, could pierce rocks with its strikes, its power unimaginable.

The "Slash Against the Wind" by Takeda Sanroku seemed without form or technique but relied solely on overwhelming strength and astonishing speed.

His figure nearly turned into an afterimage in the air, the Japanese saber in his hand issuing a sharp howl, slicing straight toward Liu Dayou like black lightning. The force of that slash seemed capable of cleaving a towering mountain, with dust swirling on the ground, and stones flying into the air, only to fall down again.

Liu Dayou was not at all afraid of Takeda Sanroku’s fierce attack. His agile footwork allowed him to dodge Takeda Sanroku’s strikes cleverly. Deep down, he understood that Takeda Sanroku, as a skilled general, was experienced with brutal techniques, and he shouldn’t meet his attack head-on. He had to find the right time to strike precisely.

Liu Dayou dodged swiftly while sharply observing the flaws in Takeda Sanroku’s techniques.

Finally, he seized an opportunity, noticing a momentary pause after Takeda Sanroku’s forceful slash.

Liu Dayou captured this fleeting chance, his fingers darting out like lightning, targeting vulnerable spots like Takeda Sanroku’s throat and wrist.

Each finger thrust produced a sharp wind, making a "whizzing" sound, leaving shallow marks on the ground wherever the wind carried. Takeda Sanroku was secretly astounded.

He initially thought this seemingly ordinary man was just an average commoner, not expecting such formidable martial arts skills.