Decapitation

Panting, constantly panting!

With a sweeping attack, he forced back the thugs who charged at him with their blades. The constant flow of blood and intense fighting caused Wang Xuan's stamina to drain rapidly. His mind was completely blank, and as his steps slowed, he was cut from behind again.

"ROAR!!"

Wang Xuan let out a furious roar, gripped his blade with both hands, and spun around violently. The blade flashed like lightning across the night sky.

"CRACK!"

He brought his blade down heavily on the neck of the thug behind him!

In his eyes, filled with terror, there was still a deep sense of unwillingness.

All eyes focused on the slowly falling corpse. An eerie silence fell over the surroundings.

This wasn't a death from a few stab wounds; it wasn't that terrifying to look at!

This was decapitation!

Decapitation, which had become infinitely distant from everyone in modern society!

Decapitation that only happened in movies and TV shows!

Wang Xuan roughly wiped the blood from his face with his hand.

"Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh..."

A low, hoarse, and sinister laugh rang out. Blood continued to drip from Wang Xuan's hair. His face was so covered in blood and grime that his features were completely obscured.

"Ptooey!"

Wang Xuan spat a mouthful of bloody saliva onto the ground. He planted his Japanese katana into the ground, his icy gaze sweeping over the group of thugs surrounding him. His eyes were hollow yet filled with madness, scaring the thugs into involuntarily taking a step back, slightly widening their encirclement.

"Come on! You wanted to kill me, right? Damn it, even King Yama wouldn't dare to take me, and you bunch of sons of bitches want my life? Let's see how many lives you have to spare for me!!" Wang Xuan took a step forward, holding his blade in one hand and pointing it at the surrounding thugs, roaring hoarsely.

Intimidated by his aura, the thugs retreated a few more steps. A strange circle formed on the chaotic street. Wang Xuan stood in the center, holding his blade in one hand, his body covered in dried, dark purple blood mixed with the fresh red blood flowing from his head, making him look dirty and terrifying.

"Get out of my way, you bunch of cowards! So many of you can't even handle one guy, you're all useless!"

A loud voice rang out, and the surrounding thugs visibly relaxed.

The crowd parted, and a man about 1.7 meters tall with dark skin walked out.

He was slightly thin but looked incredibly sturdy, with an arrogant and overbearing demeanor. His narrow eyes flickered with a cold, eerie light. He carried an elongated and thickened machete, its blade gleaming, and its hilt equipped with a handguard.

Seeing the obviously custom-made blade, Wang Xuan's heart sank, and his pupils constricted. His already frenzied mind gradually cooled. Looking at the attitude of the surrounding thugs, Wang Xuan knew this person was a tough opponent, difficult to mess with!

The man stepped into the circle and looked at the two corpses on the ground and several severed limbs, especially the one whose head was half-chopped off. He let out a slight sigh and unconsciously tightened his grip on the blade, staring intently at the blood-soaked Wang Xuan.

"Hong Yi Society, Yougui, Dongxingzai, state your names!"

"Ptooey!" Wang Xuan spat the foam from his mouth. Too many TV dramas for you, huh? The talkative ones are always the villains. In my novel, you wouldn't survive one chapter!

Slowly, he raised his katana, gripping it with both hands.

Gritting his teeth, he suddenly accelerated and lunged forward, slashing down fiercely.

"Sneak attack!"

Yougui raised his machete outwards with his right hand to block. After all, he was only using one hand, and the attack was sudden, so he didn't put his full strength into it. He only felt his arm go numb and his tiger's mouth sting. If not for the anti-drop handguard, the blade would have flown out.

"Moth..."

Before he could even curse, Wang Xuan's second strike was already there. Yougui had no time to be distracted and immediately swung his machete with all his might to defend.

After seven or eight full-powered slashes, Wang Xuan immediately felt his strength failing. His movements noticeably slowed. With another slash, Wang Xuan retreated two steps and stopped, panting heavily.

Noticing Wang Xuan's weakening attack, Yougui also secretly breathed a sigh of relief and immediately shook his numb arm.

He had been caught off guard and completely put at a disadvantage. While resenting the opponent's despicable sneak attack, he also felt a sense of lingering fear. If he hadn't been battle-hardened and experienced, he might not have survived safely just now.

Seizing the opportunity when his opponent was exhausted, Yougui didn't hesitate to slash at Wang Xuan.

Relying on his longer blade, Wang Xuan could barely defend at first, but as time went on, he found it increasingly difficult to keep up with Yougui's rhythm. If this continued, he would definitely die here!

Steeling himself, he ignored the long blade coming at him and swung his katana towards Yougui's head, adopting a "life for a life" stance. This scared Yougui into quickly retreating and blocking.

He managed to hold on for a few more rounds like this. Wang Xuan felt like he was about to collapse. He took a moment to glance around. The thugs on both sides were still entangled, and it would be a long time before either side could determine a winner. By the time they came to rescue him, the grass on his grave would be a foot tall!

Damn it!

This couldn't go on. He had to find a way!

At any time, a person has to rely on themselves!

"Clang!"

He blocked the incoming machete again and stumbled back two steps, planting his katana on the ground. His body swayed, and he could barely stand.

Seeing the weakened Wang Xuan, Yougui revealed a sinister grin. He stepped forward and slashed down fiercely. Wang Xuan could only weakly raise his left arm to block.

"Screeeech!"

Things went completely against Yougui's expectations. He didn't cleanly sever the opponent's arm with one strike; instead, the machete became embedded in the opponent's left arm.

Suddenly, a silver light flashed before his eyes, and his right arm felt a sharp chill.

Yougui looked down. From his elbow down, his right arm was severed, and blood spurted out uncontrollably.

He stared blankly at his severed arm, then at the other half still gripping the hilt of the sword embedded in the opponent's arm. Disbelief filled his eyes as he stumbled back several steps, muttering unconsciously, "This... this is impossible, it's impossible!"

He habitually raised his severed arm and pointed at Wang Xuan, screaming hoarsely, "You cheated, you're despicable!"

Shaking the saber off his left arm, Wang Xuan's mouth twitched in pain. He gritted his teeth, refusing to cry out. He pointed his battle saber at Yougui, his steps slow but steady.

Yougui, tightly gripping his severed arm, a flicker of panic crossing his face, urgently shouted, "Wait, I concede! You win, I admit defeat. Take your people and leave immediately. I'll quit the martial world forever, just let me go, alright!?"

Wang Xuan looked at the battle saber, over a meter long, in his hand. A barely perceptible smile touched his lips. "Let you go? Sure!"

"Thank you!" Yougui visibly relaxed. He didn't dare hope to retrieve his severed arm and turned to leave.