Taking His Head!

Taking His Head!

Chu Mu had changed so drastically that the Black-Clothed Man could not help letting out a soft exclamation of surprise. His gaze toward Chu Mu now held a few more traces of doubt and astonishment.

But at this moment, the situation clearly left the Black-Clothed Man no room to be distracted.

Chu Mu's arrival drew the vast majority of the Black-Clothed Man's attacks. The few Patrol Inspectors shrinking back nearby might not look like much of a threat, but the gleaming blades in their hands could undoubtedly wound someone—or even kill them.

And although the Iron Armor Strongman had been Severely Wounded, he was clearly not yet at the point of losing his combat strength. His iron fists still swung with broad, powerful movements, and the threat they posed to the Black-Clothed Man was obviously no small matter.

Besides, there were far more Patrol Inspectors entering the mountain than these few people before him.

As the situation changed, the Black-Clothed Man's intention to retreat became increasingly obvious. After forcing Chu Mu back again and again with several consecutive slashes, he feinted with a false move and abruptly withdrew.

Although Chu Mu had the "Spirit Radiance Blessing," it only allowed him to barely withstand the attacks and protect himself. As for attacking, he truly had the will but not the strength.

Just as the Black-Clothed Man was about to break away, the Severely Wounded Iron Armor Strongman suddenly erupted with power.

The iron chains around his fist came loose. As he swung, the chains straightened, becoming like a long whip and blocking the Black-Clothed Man's path.

The Black-Clothed Man tried to block, but Chu Mu pressed close and swung his saber, once again forming a pincer attack from front and back.

"Get lost!"

The Man was both shocked and furious. With a loud roar, his iron saber seemed to become a silver ribbon, turning into an arc as it successively blocked the attacks from both front and rear.

But this meant that the Man's plan to withdraw had been completely thwarted! "He's over there! Hold him down! Don't let him escape!"

"Bandit!"

At that moment, faint shouts drifted over from the Dense Forest in the distance. The Man's already shocked and furious expression gained a trace of panic, and his desire to retreat became even more apparent.

Seeing reinforcements arrive, the few Patrol Inspectors who had been shrinking back nearby finally no longer dared to stand around watching. One by one, they shouted to bolster their courage, brandished their long sabers, and hacked toward the Black-Clothed Man.

The saber swings were utterly ordinary. Chu Mu was confident that even without the "Spirit Radiance Blessing," he could block them with ease.

But at this moment, those ordinary saber swings were clearly no small threat to the Black-Clothed Man, who was caught between attacks from front and rear and desperate to escape.

There was truth to the saying that even a master could be hacked to death by a flurry of random blades.

Facing Chu Mu's repeated lethal attacks, the Iron Armor Strongman's terrifying iron fists, and now these wildly swinging blades, the Black-Clothed Man clearly did not want to become entangled. His intention to retreat was obvious.

Under such circumstances, an opening appeared.

To Chu Mu, who was currently under the "Spirit Radiance Blessing," even the slightest opening looked like a wide-open gap with no defenses at all! It was a crystal-clear opportunity! His saber edge rarely changed from a slash to a thrust. He stabbed straight toward the Man's vital point. The Man was horrified, but under attacks from all sides, he had no strength to block and could only twist his body as hard as he could to avoid having the blade pierce a vital spot.

But no matter what, that strike still landed precisely in the Man's body.

And in Chu Mu's eyes, the strike was even clearer.

The thrust had originally been aimed at the Man's neck, but when the Man dodged, Chu Mu did not hesitate.

The blade sank straight into the Man's abdomen without meeting much resistance. The sensation was almost like pushing a wooden stick into soft, rain-soaked earth.

The only difference was that after the blade entered, that glaring splash of blood instantly covered its gleaming whiteness.

As the blade sank in, the Man seemed to have been struck by lightning. His originally agile figure froze at once, terror still lingering in his eyes, along with a trace of disbelief.

Chu Mu did not pause in the slightest. He pulled out the blade, spraying blood, and immediately swung again.

This time, the thrusting blade had clearly become a chopping blade.

The blade pointed straight toward the Man's neck.

Its purpose... was to take his head! This time, the Man truly panicked. With an almost hysterical roar, he ignored the fatal wound and suddenly leaped upward, trying to evade the deadly blade.

Bang! An iron fist suddenly appeared. With a single punch, the Man's chest caved in, and he flew backward helplessly like a kite with its string cut.

Chu Mu stomped hard against the ground and leaped into the air, gliding like a great wild goose. He followed close behind, his long saber changing from a chop to a thrust. With a wet pfft, the blade sank into the Man's body once more and pierced straight through.

Immediately afterward, he pulled out the saber, raised it, and chopped down again! Thud! Thud! Two muffled sounds rang out as bodies hit the ground. Chu Mu still maintained his posture with the saber held in a downward chop, while the Man before him...

collapsed onto the ground in an extremely strange position. A huge gash had opened across his neck, and gushing blood instantly dyed a large patch of snow red.

His head lolled crookedly to one side. His face was twisted, his pupils were wide with shock, and one could still vaguely see that trace of disbelief.

Thud! Another muffled sound rang out. Chu Mu collapsed onto the ground without any concern for appearances, gasping heavily. In this short span of time, he had already exhausted every ounce of his strength.

"Good! Good! Good!"

The Iron Armor Strongman was overjoyed. His face flushed red as he shouted several times, and then... with another thud, he fell stiffly to the ground.

"Go! Quickly, carry him over!"

Chu Mu finally managed to stop panting and shouted weakly.

The few Patrol Inspectors who had yet to recover also suddenly came to their senses. They hurried to the Iron Armor Strongman, fumbling about as they lifted him stiffly and ran in the direction of the Thousand Household.

"Hah..."

The Dense Forest returned to silence. Chu Mu did not dare relax. He struggled to stand, and just as he bent down to pick up the Saber nearby, he suddenly looked toward the Black-Clothed Man's corpse.

Chu Mu hurried over and searched the Man's corpse for a while. When he felt a hard, paper-like object, his face could not help lighting up with joy.

Carrying a Martial Arts manual around—this was pure protagonist treatment! After a Moment, Chu Mu stared blankly at the thick stack of Banknotes in his hand, unsure whether he should be happy or sad.

He had not encountered the sort of thing where someone carried a Martial Arts manual around.

But this thick stack of Banknotes... Even at the Wind and Moon Tower, reputed to be Nanshan Town's pleasure den where gold melted away, it would be enough for him to spend several days and nights enjoying himself.

"Not bad, either."

Chu Mu smacked his lips, casually stuffed the Banknotes into his clothes, and only then looked at the Saber beside him that had belonged to the Black-Clothed Man.

The saber's design was no different from the Patrol Inspectors' Sabers, but its material was clearly far superior.

After such an intense battle, the blade did not have even the slightest chip, nor did the saber bear a single scratch. It looked as though it were brand-new.

With the Treasure Blade in hand, Chu Mu could not help becoming excited at the sight of a fine weapon. He swung it a couple of times, and unexpectedly, it felt extremely comfortable in his hand.

"Good!"

Chu Mu praised it, then found the scabbard on the Man's corpse and sheathed the Treasure Blade.

Holding it in his hand, his sense of security instantly soared!

The scene of his long saber snapping just now was still vivid in his mind. That feeling of helpless despair was simply beyond words.

With this Treasure Blade, at least it would not be chopped apart so easily...