PEERLESS GENIUS SYSTEM I

C119 - Why Did He Come?

Chapter 119: Why Did He Come?

Feng Wuhen was like a wild beast, and Guo Jianghu dared not underestimate him. He grabbed a Nonuple Cycloblade from one of the Dragon Gang’s members beside him and charged at Feng Wuhen. Nine iron rings were looped at the back of the blade. They gave off the crisp sound of crackling metal whenever the weapon swayed, while a tremor-inducing light shone out from its frosty tip.

“Clang!”

The weapons collided mid-air, emitting the deafening screech of metal on metal. The colossal force surged along with their blades toward their wrists, propelling them both four or five steps apart.

Guo Jianghu’s Nonuple Cycloblade was an armament made of stainless steel with extremely high tenacity. The blade in Feng Wuhen’s hands was a regular one, and he had snatched it from a member of the Dragon Gang. After it collided with the Nonuple Cycloblade, a distinct fissure appeared on the edge of the sword.

“You got me enraged, ya know?!”

Guo Jianghu’s slightly squinted eyes flickered. His countenance intensified as he charged at Feng Wuhen. The tip of his feet tapped the ground, launching his body with a swirling motion. He exerted his right arm, and the Nonuple Cycloblade shrieked forward. It rode a boisterous wind, zooming straight toward Feng Wuhen’s neck at a fearsome speed.

“Clang!”

There was a thunderous roar as the two blades once again collided accompanied by a violent outpour of fiery sparks.

With his first attack parried, Guo Jianghu proceeded with his second and third strikes. The speed at which he waved his knife was unparalleled, and the afterimage of the blade’s motions formed an eerie, razor-sharp curtain before his very eyes.

Feng Wuhen was stronger than Guo Jianghu but was not so deft with a blade. This forced him to adopt a passive defensive state.

“Clang, clang, clang!”

Sparks continued to fly from the blades’ point of contact. Within the span of a few breaths, the two exchanged more than 20 blows. Speed is strength, so Feng Wuhen was forced to take on Guo Jianghu’s attacks. The skin between his thumb and forefinger was torn, and blood oozed out. His arms were paralyzed, and he staggered backward more than five steps.

“Now, you know you’re unqualified to face me!”

Gu Jianghu approached his victim with a sinister grin, further escalating the interval of his attacks. Feng Wuhen was unable to block all of them. The attacks that he failed to counter left wounds on his body. In a fraction of a second, Feng Wuhen became a bloody man whose entire body was covered with horrific injuries. Subsequently, he landed a kick on Feng Wuhen’s chest.

“Bam!”

Feng Wuhen was thrown backward like a broken kite and slammed heavily to the ground some three to four yards away.

“Brother Feng!”

Xiaowu and rest dashed over. They helped up Feng Wuhen, who was drenched in blood, with worry written all over their faces.

Although supported, Feng Wuhen could barely maintain his balance, and he even had one knee on the ground. He was in excruciating pain. Blood and saliva dripped from the corners of his mouth.

“Well, I thought that you could slaughter another 20 to 30 people. Who’d have guessed that you’d be all crying and little doing? Fight with me? You are way too…tender,” Guo Jianghu snorted with his head lifted in pride. The Nonuple Cycloblade rested on his shoulder.