Eternal Saber-Chapter 324 - 48: Consecutive Kills! (Super - )

Chapter 324: Chapter 48: Consecutive Kills! (Super Chapter)

With a missed move, the situation turned sharply, offense and defense reversed!

Sickle tried to dodge and change his move again, or even raise his arms to block, but it was already too late.

He immediately urged his Inner Qi, surging it all upwards, to protect his face.

Bang!

Just as he finished doing all this, Chen Tang’s Splitting Fist solidly smashed onto his face, the collision of flesh, bone, and blood making a muffled sound.

With just one punch, it blasted away the Inner Qi, tearing the skin and flesh, leaving the entire face bloody and indistinct!

Fortunately, Sickle cultivated to the Fourth Grade, tall and burly, with solid muscles.

If it were a Fifth Grade Martial Artist, Chen Tang’s punch would have instantly killed him!

Whoosh!

Chen Tang gave Sickle no chance to catch his breath, taking advantage of his weakness to claim his life, the second Splitting Fist arrived in an instant!

Sickle, struck by Chen Tang’s punch, suffered head-splitting pain, with blood blinding his eyes, blurring his vision.

But, with his life on the line, countless battles forced him to muster his spirit urgently, quickly raising his arm to protect his face.

Another punch to the face, and he would surely die!

Bang!

Chen Tang’s fist chopped heavily onto Sickle’s robust arm.

"Ah!"

Sickle grunted.

His entire arm was protected by Inner Qi, yet it still transmitted severe pain.

In that moment, it felt not like a fist striking, but like a Mountain-opening Giant Axe chopping his arm, nearly breaking the bone!

The third punch came down like the wind chasing the moon.

At this distance, his massive sickle became a burden, useless.

Sickle decisively let go, discarding his weapon, freeing his two arms, elbows bent, tightly hugging his head, covering his face.

Seeing no hope of counterattack, Sickle could only fully defend, trying his best to protect himself.

As long as he could stall Chen Tang for a moment, until Qian Chuan and Hasshaku arrived, he would have a chance to survive.

Hurrah!

At this moment, Sickle suddenly heard the sound of the sea in his ear.

Thud!

Before he could react, a massive force struck his chest, making a loud noise, like a giant drum being pounded.

Sickle’s whole body shook, his Qi and Blood surged, and as he gasped, a faint bloody taste came from his mouth and nose.

This was a sign of injury to the Inner Viscera!

Seeing Sickle guarding his face, Chen Tang changed his fist path, chopping a punch onto Sickle’s chest.

He mobilized his bloodline, the blood circulating in his body, producing a sound like the sea tide, and the punch unleashed an impact force like a tidal wave!

This impact could even penetrate flesh and bone, piercing the organs!

In the past, when Chen Tang practiced boxing in the deep sea, he would vomit blood with each practice, extremely miserable.

The pressure Sickle endured now was like that terrifying pressure from the deep sea!

At the same time, Chen Tang’s punch operated the Great Strength Vajra Hand’s Dharma Gate, with a faint golden light emerging on his fist!

Swoosh!

A giant black umbrella spinning at high speed came rushing over here.

The blades on the umbrella ribs gleamed with a chilling light, making a ’woo woo’ sound as it spun through the air, overwhelming the soul.

Qian Chuan attacked!

Simultaneously, the figure of Hasshaku appeared at the doorway of the shop that had been crashed through.

He hesitated slightly but still rushed over.

In fact, their assassination attempt had already failed.

With rationality, Qian Chuan and Hasshaku should, like Ghost Concealment, immediately retreat far away.

But the two were different from Ghost Concealment.

Ghost Concealment was just injured and forced to leave.

Meanwhile, Qian Chuan and Hasshaku were only driven back by Ghost Concealment, with almost no impact on them.

Most crucially, for these two, it was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity before them.

The Lion’s Roar of this Chen Tang had already been released.

His long sword had also been twisted off by Ghost Concealment, unable to unleash that lightning-fast and terrifying Sword Skill.

At this moment, Chen Tang was barehanded and also entangled by Sickle, leaving him no time to attend to other things.

No matter how they thought about it, the two held an absolute advantage!

...

Chen Tang did not turn back, but the Wind Listening Technique had already sensed the actions of Qian Chuan and Hasshaku.

Yet he did not stop.

Facing three opponents with bare hands, his chances of winning were slim.

He could only strive with all his might to first kill one person, then he might have a chance to turn the tables!

"Ha!"

Chen Tang exhaled with force, stepped forward, and threw another punch, accompanied by the rumbling sound of ocean tides, hitting hard against Sickle’s chest.

This punch bent Sickle deeply, blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, his face purple and blue, showing a look of agony.

Yet he still braced both arms, stubbornly protecting his face.

Before he could react, Chen Tang took another half-step forward, retracting his fists and raising his elbow, like a great spear, fiercely stabbing into Sickle’s chest!

Bang!

With just one move, Sickle’s tower-like figure was poked several meters away by Chen Tang’s elbow, flying high and then heavily falling to the ground, slamming into a mud pit.

The crowd was in uproar!

Sickle had Innate Divine Power. Although ranked outside the top ten of the Dark Ranking, in terms of strength, he was not inferior to any Middle Concealment on the Dark Ranking.

Who would have thought he would be knocked out by bare hands today, defeated so disgracefully!

Sickle crawled out of the water pit slowly, his body tottering, his eyes slightly bulging, filled with blood, staggering forward.

"Surviving from Chen Tang’s hands is already considered fortunate."

Someone sighed.

Before the words were out, cries of alarm rose from the crowd.

They saw Sickle take a step, and blood mixed with torn flesh dripped from his mouth, splattering on his chest’s lapels, quickly washed away by the rain.

"Pfft!"

But before making it ten feet, Sickle suddenly opened his mouth, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Under countless gazes, his massive body tipped forward, thudding heavily onto the street, his face turned sideways towards the crowd by the street, eyes wide open yet devoid of light.