Ye Lang's Swordsmanship (1)

"You're really courting death! Let me show you who's worthless!" Young Master Ximen said coldly, then gestured for his men to step forward.

"Hey, are you really going to make a move? It's not a big deal. Don't do this. If you have anything to say, you can sit down, have some tea, and talk it over!" Ye Lang said, quite inappropriately at this moment.

"Idiot! What's there to talk about now? Let's start the war!" Cold-Blooded Fifth said irritably.

"Huh? Why?" Ye Lang asked blankly.

"No reason why! Are you going to protect yourself, or should I protect you?" Cold-Blooded Fifth said coldly. Her current duty was to protect Ye Lang. However, Ye Lang was also a member of the Cold-Blooded Group, and she felt that Ye Lang's abilities did not require her protection. Therefore, she gave Ye Lang a choice.

"No need, I can protect myself, and I'll take care of them. You can go ahead and start the war without worry. These fighting and killing are not for me!" Ye Lang immediately shook his head, appearing to be a peace enthusiast.

"I really want to stomp on your face again!" Cold-Blooded Fifth said irritably, and she stepped forward, blocking Ye Lang and the others. She gave off a feeling of being able to hold off ten thousand men, no, she was a fierce woman holding the pass!

"Oh~ So the footprint on my face yesterday was yours. You stepped on me while I was sleeping. No wonder the size of the footprint looked familiar!" Ye Lang immediately remembered what happened yesterday and realized who the culprit was.

"Ah, don't you know? Actually, I did it on purpose..." Cold-Blooded Fifth said calmly, ignoring the angry Ye Lang, and directly confronted the person who attacked.

"Laugh..."

In the blink of an eye, Cold-Blooded Fifth's sword returned to its original position after it had been drawn, making it impossible for anyone to sense that she had ever used her sword, and even the opponent who was hit did not know it.

"??"

The person in front of Cold-Blooded Fifth continued running, but his speed was getting slower and slower. He felt his strength draining away, rapidly, until finally he could no longer lift his feet.

He didn't understand why this was happening. His body was so strong, how could such a thing happen!

He lowered his head and suddenly saw blood gushing out, and it seemed to be gushing out from his own body!

Did I... get infected?

With this question in mind, the man collapsed and could never stand up again. In the end, he still didn't understand when he had been infected.

And he wasn't the only one like this; similar things continued to happen, and the number of people like him continued to increase!

As time went on, Xin Ying and the others became increasingly solemn. Seeing Cold-Blooded Fifth's lightning-fast attack speed, they realized once again that Cold-Blooded Fifth was no ordinary person.

Xin Ying and the others compared themselves to Cold-Blooded Fifth, and they all had to admit that they were no match for him at all!

Fortunately, they still had a lot of men at this point, and they were confident they could take down Cold-Blooded Fifth by using a war of attrition. However, as time went on, they found that their numbers were dwindling.

They now realize that if things continue like this, they might have to face this terrifying, cold-blooded girl!

Cold-Blooded Fifth's ruthless methods were merciless; she killed without the slightest hesitation, and all her moves were deadly. Her expression was always cold-blooded, icy to the extreme.

This made them increasingly afraid!

"Kill those guys and hold this serial killer back."

At this moment, many people would think of Ye Lang, who was idling on the side, and would turn their attention to him. After all, Cold-Blooded Fifth was not easy to bully, but he seemed to be easier to bully.

Almost everyone thought that Cold-Blooded Fifth would soften his stance because of Ye Lang's attack, and that would give them an opportunity to take advantage of the situation, since Ye Lang and his group would have to be dealt with anyway.

"Yes!!"

Upon receiving the order, a group of people responded and rushed towards Ye Lang at top speed. These people were not there to claim credit, but to eliminate Ye Lang as quickly as possible.

Their main reason for not wanting to deal with Cold-Blooded Fifth was simply that they didn't want to confront him. Cold-Blooded Fifth instilled a certain fear in them, and they didn't want to attack him. Since they were dealing with Ye Lang, they naturally didn't need to use Cold-Blooded Fifth, which was exactly what they wanted.

What they didn't know was that Ye Lang was just as terrifying. Don't be fooled by his harmless appearance; he was the one who slaughtered hundreds of thousands of people. In terms of sheer numbers and sheer terror, he far surpassed Cold-Blooded Fifth.

That's why Cold-Blooded Fifth completely ignored Ye Lang's situation, which greatly surprised Xin Ying and the others. They didn't understand what kind of person this cold-blooded girl was. Did she only see killing?

"What do you want to do?"

While surrounded, Ye Lang was still drinking tea. Only after Liu Feiyan reminded him did he slowly ask the question, his tone very polite, as if he were entertaining a guest, without any hint of a life-or-death struggle between them.

"..."

"I'll kill you all!!"

After a moment of stunned silence, the group roared and charged at Ye Lang and his companions with swords, spears, and halberds. Their primary target was Ye Lang, as the other two were girls, and one of them was a little girl. Few people would consider them their primary targets.

"You're courting death. I advise you all to lay down your weapons and surrender, and I'll spare your lives." Ye Lang took a bite of the Osmanthus Cake; it was the last piece.

"Bullshit! You're the one looking for death!!"

Enraged, the crowd wielded their weapons even faster...

"Smack..."

Ye Lang slammed his hand on the table, and the sword he had placed on the table, along with its sheath, jumped up. He then drew the sword from its sheath in mid-air and swung it at the people nearby several times before finally putting it back into its still-standing sheath.

"Smack!"

Ye Lang placed his sword on the table and made no further moves. At that moment, everyone felt as if Ye Lang had been doing the same thing all along, without having made any of the previous movements.

This illusion arises because the actions were so fast, almost instantaneous, that it left people momentarily stunned and created the illusion that nothing had actually happened.

"Boss, what are you doing? Trying to look cool?"

At this moment, Liu Feiyan asked blankly. She thought Ye Lang's actions just now were very cool and dashing, and captivating. However, it seemed a bit inappropriate to do these things in this occasion.

"No, I never show off. I was just killing enemies!" Ye Lang shook his head and replied.