When One Is in Trouble, Help Comes from All Sides

"Kid, stop hiding! I don't have time to waste with you. Come out and face your death!"

Dark-faced man moved toward the wall, gripping a short knife tightly in his right hand, trying to provoke Russell into showing himself.

Suddenly, a chilling sense of unease washed over him. Dark-faced man instinctively took two steps back, his eyes fixed on the corner of the wall in front of him. He held his breath, not daring to breathe.

What's going on? What happened behind the wall? This aura... is it just my imagination?

His face was dark and his throat was dry, but he didn't even dare to swallow, for fear that he might die on the spot if he wasn't careful.

Just now, he suddenly sensed an incredibly powerful sword aura rising from behind the wall. The sword energy crisscrossed, and in a daze, it seemed as if an invisible sword energy was shooting straight into the sky.

No, it's not an illusion!

Dark-faced glanced at the sky and his eyelids twitched. The dark clouds that shrouded the moon had indeed been cut open. The straight cut in the clouds looked as if a pair of large hands had measured it with a ruler and then cut it open with a paper cutter.

The moonlight, like water or flowing silver, gradually spread across the ground in front of the dark-faced man, chilling his heart as well.

"Who goes there... playing tricks? Come out right now!"

Cold sweat instantly soaked his back. Dark Face silently warned himself that the person behind the wall was a novice who only knew how to use a handgun and at most had some knife skills. He couldn't possibly have such an aura. The strange phenomenon in the sky was just a scary trick.

That's right, that's exactly it, it won't scare me!

Snap! Snap!

The barely perceptible footsteps sounded like thunder to the alert, dark-faced man, who quickly focused his gaze.

A figure emerged from the shadows, and as the moonlight slowly spread, a white ancient costume was revealed from bottom to top. The man stood with his hands behind his back, holding a straight sword in his right hand. Although his face was not yet visible, his dark complexion already conjured up an image of an elegant and refined gentleman.

"Who... who are you?"

"Ximen Chuixue!"

Upon hearing this, the dark-faced man's pupils constricted sharply, and he was so frightened that his heart skipped a beat. He subconsciously chose to believe him, but three seconds later, his expression suddenly changed.

His face flashed blue and white, then all sorts of colors, until finally it turned a deep liver color, and he choked out three words: "You're talking nonsense!"

"You rude scoundrel!"

Russell, holding a straight knife, stepped out of the shadows into the moonlight. Bathed in silvery light, his white robes swayed gracefully, and he felt extremely pleased with himself.

He originally wanted to use the High Dive Slash to deliver a fatal blow to the black-faced man, but the system informed him that it could not be used, and said that it might be possible to use the fleeing fat man instead.

Russell scoffed at this. It wasn't that he was prejudiced against fat men, but when that guy used the Wind God Leg, his two lumps of fat on his chest were flying up and down and making cracking noises. What right did he have to use the dreamlike jumping kick?

Russell felt discriminated against and, in a fit of anger, used Ximen Chuixue's Character Card, also covering up his skin.

A sword comes from the west, amidst falling petals and drifting snow!

The Sword God's smile can move even immortals, Buddhas, ghosts, and gods!

This absolutely needs to be covered up!

Looking at his white robes, Russell felt a surge of self-importance, but his face remained impassive. His stunning good looks couldn't be taken lightly; a smile would diminish his elegance.

"Bullshit! You're not Ximen Chuixue, how could the Sword God be bald..."

"So noisy!"

Russell gave a low shout, and the straight knife in his hand swerved, reflecting a sliver of moonlight.

The black-faced man's voice abruptly stopped, revealing a bloody mark on his neck. A human head rolled to the ground, while the body remained standing upright.

"So powerful, is this the Sword God...?"

Russell closed his eyes to meditate. He was equipped with the Ximen Chuixue swordsmanship he had acquired after his time at the Forbidden City, and his Sword God.

Because Ximen Chuixue's sword and he have become one; as long as he is alive, everything in heaven and earth is his sword!

"There's no time to lose. I need to find someone to help me deepen my understanding of the Sword God realm." Russell looked ahead. Ximen Chuixue's sword only killed people. To comprehend his swordsmanship, one could only use blood to consecrate the sword.

Under the moonlight, Russell's figure suddenly faded, his movements so fast they were invisible. The surroundings were calm, except for the dark clouds in the sky, which were gradually torn apart.

In front of the warehouse, after being Individual Cluster Bomb, the scene was a complete mess.

Not only was the warehouse mostly collapsed, but the surrounding houses were also in ruins, filled with smoke, and groans could be heard from time to time.

The Reincarnator, who had narrowly escaped death, greedily breathed in the thin air. They were caught off guard and ambushed by Fan Bo. Fortunately, there was a wind-type ability user among them, otherwise tonight would have been a night of total annihilation.

Fan Bo, who caused the explosion, was now lying stiffly on the ground, his entire body frozen by liquid nitrogen, completely turned into an ice pop.

"You bastard, you were quite capable, what happened to you now?" An enraged Reincarnator stomped heavily on Fan Bo's waist, breaking the ice block in two.

"Alright, don't waste your energy, he's already dead." Among the Reincarnator, the thin man covered his left eye, still feeling lingering fear.

"Captain, he's a liquid metal robot. He'll recover once the temperature rises again..."

"It's no use. He was Tsukuyomi twice in one day. His mental strength has collapsed. He's dead." The thin man was the owner of the Mangekyo Sharingan and the captain of one of the squads.

The captain of the other squad, who is also a wind-type ability user, has already gathered his team members.

The two groups were clearly separated, wary and suspicious of each other, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense. The reason was simple: the two sides were only superficially friendly, and it was no small feat that the verbal cooperation agreement had lasted this long.

The gaunt man sneered coldly, "Wind Dragon, what's going on? You're already turning against us before we've even finished eliminating the enemy's remnants?"

The wind-type ability user named Wind Dragon licked his lips. "You don't need to worry about the remnants. I've already sent people to clean them up, and it should be about time."

The gaunt man's face darkened upon hearing this. "Wind Dragon, we agreed beforehand that whoever puts in more effort will get more kills. This is unethical of you!"

"I had no choice but to do this; what can I do when you have such a bad reputation!"

"Hmph, likewise!" The gaunt man revealed the Three Tomoe in his eyes, scanned the room and saw no one daring to meet his gaze, and arrogantly said, "Wind Dragon, shall we begin the final battle now?"

"Stop putting on airs. You've used the Mangekyo twice in one day. I don't believe you'll dare to open your eyes again!"

As Wind Dragon finished speaking, the gaunt man's face darkened further. "You're welcome to try. I haven't even revealed my true trump card yet!"

"Who isn't!"

The two captains exchanged words, and the team members were also on edge, with the situation on the verge of erupting.

Just then, the dark clouds in the sky suddenly dispersed. Everyone looked over in confusion and saw that the clouds had been neatly Rift open, as if they had been cut by a sharp blade.

Who is it?

Wind Dragon and the gaunt man were the first to react, shouting fiercely at the ruins of the warehouse.

Suddenly, a figure appeared abruptly on the ruins, dressed in white with a straight sword, exuding a chilling aura and radiating sword energy.

"The sword is an ancient sacred object, supreme and noble, revered by both humans and gods!"

"The sword is the king of all weapons, the ancestor of short weapons!"

"Throughout history, kings and emperors, scholars and knights-errant, merchants and commoners alike have all considered it an honor to possess it. However..."

"A sword is a weapon of murder!"

Russell stood with his sword in hand, and seeing the stunned crowd below, he once again gave Ximen Chuixue's Character Card a thumbs up. As expected of a divine swordsman, he could casually throw in a couple of classical Chinese phrases and instantly elevate his status.

Wind Dragon's face darkened, and he pointed at Russell, yelling, "Are you crazy?! I'm asking you who you are!"

Russell raised his straight sword, lightly tapping the blade with his fingertips, and coldly said, "Sword God, Ximen Chuixue!"

"Puff!"

One of the Reincarnator couldn't hold it in and spat it out, and the rest of them couldn't help but laugh, laughing uncontrollably.

"Uncle, before you call yourself the Sword God, please look in the mirror first!"

"Exactly, those with Mediterranean features shouldn't pretend to be heroes."

"Damn it, I can't take it anymore, I'm dying of laughter!"

Listening to everyone's various complaints, Russell was a little dumbfounded. A breeze blew by, making his scalp feel cold, and he subconsciously looked at the straight knife.

Seeing this made me feel terrible.

On the mirror-like blade, the image of a white-clad swordsman appeared. He was middle-aged and his face was full of vicissitudes. But that wasn't the key point. The key point was that the Ximen Chuixue in the mirror had a hairstyle that suggested that when one place was in trouble, help came from all sides.

It's true that she has long, flowing hair, but what's with the bald patch in the middle when it's only straight and black on all four sides?

Not only is he bald, but he also combs his long hair from both sides into the middle, so when the wind blows, it flies everywhere, which is incredibly irritating to the eye...

Russell: "..."