Those Classmates who Suddenly Disappeared-Chapter 1635: A Master Against a Master

On a pitch-black night, vampires lurked in the darkness, harvesting lives and filling the land with wails of despair.

Several squads of the resistance forces fell victim to their monstrous deeds, leaving behind the remaining squads desperately trying to break through, running in terror, fighting for survival.

However, under the sophisticated detection of the X Legion’s advanced instruments, no one could escape their gaze, nor evade their pursuit.

At that moment, the commander of the X Legion stared at the screen with a cold sneer. In his eyes, this was nothing but a cat-and-mouse game, and he even entertained the thought of toying with the mice for a while.

A resistance squad managed to flee for quite some distance. Thinking they had escaped safely, they glanced back and noticed no pursuers. Just as they were about to rejoice, soldiers from the X Legion emerged from the front as well as from both sides.

Without uttering a word, the X Legion mercilessly opened fire, annihilating the resistance squad entirely.

Bullets tore through the resistance members’ bodies, extinguishing all their hopes as their wide eyes filled with bitterness before they collapsed.

"What trash. Is this the best you can do?" The X Legion soldiers sneered in disdain; this battle had been far too easy for them.

As the X Legion prepared to leave, a sudden, piercing sword cry resounded, accompanied by fierce Jian Qi that felt like a dagger stabbing directly into one’s soul.

Before the soldiers of the X Legion could react, several of them were cleaved in half, a horrifying sight.

Lin Yue’s eyes were indifferent as he moved swiftly, slaughtering with a single swing of his blade, sending blood splattering like blooming flowers.

"Fire! Open fire, quickly!" The ordinary soldiers of the X Legion could not keep up with Lin Yue’s speed. Gripped by fear, they blindly fired their guns in all directions, completely losing their composure.

Lin Yue moved with unparalleled speed, able to discern the trajectory of all bullets. While effortlessly dodging the gunfire, he swung his treasured sword, severing enemy heads. His strikes were so powerful that he even split through both man and armored vehicles with a single slash.

Soon, the futile cries and desperate resistance faded into silence, ceasing with the final heart-wrenching scream. What remained standing was Lin Yue, motionless among the blood-soaked carnage, his gaze indifferent to the ghastly scene. Remarkably, neither his body nor his sword bore a drop of blood.

"Is that all you’re capable of?" Lin Yue muttered flatly. Just as he was about to sheath his sword, he sensed something amiss—multiple powerful presences approaching.

The sound of air being sliced echoed sharply as several shadowy figures darted toward Lin Yue, moving like phantoms, their movements elusive and ghostly. Each wielded blades that radiated an unmistakable murderous intent.

Ten figures charged at Lin Yue from ten different directions, their timing synchronized, yet their attacks targeted multiple positions—above, below, forward, and back—all with a perfect rhythm.

Lin Yue instantly raised his sword, deflecting the assaults from ten directions. Each clash erupted with metallic ringing and dazzling sparks.

In the blink of an eye, ten figures nearly struck simultaneously as they streaked past Lin Yue’s vicinity, delivering ten attacks aimed at him all at once.

Relying on his lightning-speed swordsmanship, Lin Yue managed to block eight strikes, but two hit their mark—one slicing his arm, the other cutting his thigh—sending blood streaming downward.

"Impressive!" Lin Yue immediately staunched his wounds while his eyes scanned the surroundings, vigilantly tracking the ten flickering figures to anticipate their next wave of attacks.

"Truly worthy of being Jian Shen’s disciple—to block eight strikes in such a situation and only suffer minor injuries. If it had been anyone else, they would already be in pieces by now," a voice full of arrogance drifted down from above.

Lin Yue swiftly raised his head and saw a familiar figure and face standing on the rooftop of a building, gazing down with superiority. It was another sword master, Lie Kong.

"I had a feeling it was you." Lin Yue gripped his treasured sword tightly, his teeth clenched in silent fury.

"My apologies—ten against one may seem unfair, but this isn’t meant to be a duel. Forgive me, but today, I shall end Jian Shen’s legacy, starting with you." With that, Lie Kong snapped his fingers, issuing the command.

The ten sword assassins moved in unison again, advancing toward Lin Yue from various directions. Their attacks zeroed in on Lin Yue’s shoulders, his neck—with some assaults brutally direct and others striking from sinister angles.

Having already suffered losses, Lin Yue knew staying still would leave him surrounded by the ten elite assassins, making it impossible to defend himself. He could only choose a direction and forcefully break through.

There was no time to ponder. Lin Yue chose to charge forward. With a strong push off the ground, he launched himself directly at the front.

"What!?" The two sword assassins directly in front hadn’t expected Lin Yue to strike head-on, catching them off guard and forcing them to halt.

By now, Lin Yue could no longer concern himself with how the other eight assassins might adjust their attacks; his sole focus was on eliminating at least one enemy swiftly.

In a one-on-one confrontation, Lin Yue held an undeniable advantage. He locked onto a target and unleashed a ferocious assault.

"Damn it!" The chosen assassin dared not engage Lin Yue head-on; retreating and parrying as best he could, he quickly found his swordsmanship overwhelmed by Lin Yue’s relentless barrage, feeling as if thousands of blades were crashing down on him. frёeωebɳovel.com

His sword shattered, his limbs severed, and his head soared through the air. Lin Yue had dispatched the enemy with lightning speed, though he suffered a heavy blow to his back in the process.

"You bastard! Damn you!" The remaining nine sword assassins were enraged—trained to perfection, they had never encountered a worthy opponent, nor had they ever lost a single member. Yet now, after barely engaging Lin Yue, one of their own had already fallen.

Lin Yue was sent flying by the attack, landing a great distance away. His back bore a wound inflicted by sword Qi—a gash neither shallow nor deep. Fortunately, Lin Yue quickly staunched the bleeding, avoiding serious injury, though the pain was excruciating.

Without hesitation, Lin Yue bolted into a nearby building. Even though he had eliminated one enemy, it remained impossible for him to defeat the remaining nine elite assassins.

"After him! Don’t let him escape!" The nine assassins pursued Lin Yue into the building, their fury driving them beyond reason, determined to kill him.

Above, Lie Kong furrowed his brows. He wasn’t sure what tactic Lin Yue might be planning, but one thing was clear—taking him down would come at a cost.

Though these ten assassins had been raised at great expense and effort by Lie Kong, he was willing to sacrifice all ten if it meant killing Lin Yue, Jian Shen’s heir. No matter, he could always invest more time, effort, and resources to cultivate another batch.

Inside the building, the sound of ferocious clashes between weapons echoed loudly, and bursts of sword Qi expanded outward. The intensity of the battle was evident.

"Hunter... back then, I regretted never being able to settle things with you. My apologies for targeting your disciple in such an underhanded manner," Lie Kong muttered to himself, a smirk tugging at his lips as he envisioned Lin Yue’s inevitable fate.

To Lie Kong, this battle was already decided, so he turned his gaze toward another direction—he had reason to believe someone even more challenging than Lin Yue was present.

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