"Pfft..."
Ye Chen failed to dodge in time and took another sword strike to the back. He staggered several steps and nearly collapsed by the roadside.
Momonga landed lightly, dragging Blood Hunt behind him as he approached one measured step at a time. His face was expressionless. The bloodstained blade scraped across the ground, flashing with a cold, dazzling light. Even stones in its path were sliced in two as easily as tofu.
"You've held on this long. I have to admire your will. Unfortunately, this is as far as you go."
Momonga rarely smiled or joked, but he could not help offering that praise. Still, he kept walking, without a trace of pity or reluctance in his heart.
He could not let a seed of evil like this take root and grow. He had to destroy it completely before it brought endless trouble.
Ye Chen snorted defiantly. "Momonga, you'd better kill me. Otherwise, you'll regret it. But killing me won't be that easy."
He glanced back. Momonga was closing in, and the Marines were fanning out to cut him off from both sides again.
Ye Chen planted both swords on the ground and forced himself upright. He glanced disdainfully at the blood pouring down his chest, then braced his feet to move again.
The moment Momonga drew near, Ye Chen gave a cold laugh and shot toward the sea like a bullet from a gun.
He moved so fast he left a streak of fire in the air. His passage tore through the air with a piercing sonic boom.
"Soru!"
Momonga's face darkened. He pushed off hard with his toes and moved even faster than Ye Chen. Seeing Momonga about to catch him, Ye Chen slashed backward with the sword in his left hand, then sheathed it. Momonga blinked