The sword light was dazzling, like a blazing sun, carrying an aura of destruction.
"Buzz!" The sword's cry thundered through the air.
Lin Taichu's expression turned grave as he swept his long saber horizontally.
Clang... Sparks flew in every direction.
The longsword was knocked away, leaving a shallow mark on its blade. It had nearly snapped.
Taking advantage of this, the other Black-clothed Men also rushed before Lin Taichu, swinging their weapons down and trapping him within their attacks.
This time, Lin Taichu's tiger's mouth split open, and his arm went numb with soreness.
Although these Black-clothed Men cultivated mid-grade martial techniques, there were simply too many of them, and their coordination was seamless.
Yet Lin Taichu remained calm in the face of these enemies.
His body moved with incomparable agility, dodging left and right within the battle.
Boom—
At last, one black-clothed man revealed an opening. Lin Taichu seized the opportunity and viciously kicked him, sending him flying more than ten meters away.
Lin Taichu did not pause in the slightest.
He rushed toward one of the Black-clothed Men, raised his saber high above his head, and chopped down in a Forcefully Splits Mount Hua stance.
The black-clothed man's heart trembled. He hastily raised both arms to block.
Clang—
The sound of metal striking metal rang out. The black-clothed man felt as though two Great Hammers had smashed into his arms, and the immense force split open his tiger's mouth.
Then Lin Taichu turned with the momentum and brought his saber down again.
Squelch!
The slash struck his neck, and blood sprayed out.
Lin Taichu immediately reversed his blade and slashed upward, cutting open the black-clothed man's chest as a jet of blood shot forth.
Boom!
The black-clothed man fell to the ground, never to rise again.
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