A white robe and a long sword.
As the swirling Mars gradually dissipated, a man stood proudly before the princess, One Sword in hand.
This was a very ordinary-looking young man, of average height and build, wearing a coarse cloth robe, with a stubble beard and flaxen hair loosely tied back with a cloth rope. If you put this young man in a crowd, no one would give him a second glance. If you had to say what made him unforgettable, it would be his pair of bright eyes, as clear as stars in the night sky.
Looking only at those calm eyes that contain unparalleled domineering power, you would definitely think that you are not standing in front of a person, but... a God of War.
The longsword in his hand was very ordinary, covered with cracks of all sizes, and even a bit rusty. It would be too old to even use for chopping wood, let alone for killing people... However, just now, it was this very rusty longsword, which seemed like it could break at any moment, that unleashed an incredible sword aura that blocked the attacks of the five terrifyingly powerful assassins within half a meter of the princess, leaving not a trace of their presence.
An incredible record.
This person stood there quietly, without saying a word, yet his presence spoke volumes.
The five assassins were forced back and formed a five-pointed star formation, surrounding the young man and the princess in the center. However, they were clearly intimidated by the young man's strength, and even as assassins, they showed a slight hesitation.
This young man, alone with his One Sword, was more powerful than a thousand troops.
Where he stood, he was like an eternal and insurmountable city wall, shielding the princess behind him from all the storms, as if no one in the world could harm her anymore.
The atmosphere became somewhat suffocating for a moment.
A purple figure flashed, and the incomparably beautiful girl in purple, Ziyan, returned to the Princess's side.
The atmosphere was eerily quiet.
Since the young man didn't speak, no one dared to utter a word.
Just then--
Puff puff puff puff!
Four streams of blood spurted out.
To everyone's astonishment, suddenly, the four men surrounding the princess—two swordsmen wielding strange yellow curved swords and bearing strikingly similar appearances, the burly assassin with a horse-slaying saber who had been struck by an arrow from Sun Fei and was standing to the side, and the White-Robed Thorn with ferocious claws in his hands—all coughed up blood, as if they had suffered some unseen, devastating injury.
The only one behaving normally was the sword-wielding assassin.
However, the next second he felt a chill in his heart, and when he looked down, he was horrified to find that his long robe had been ripped open by sword energy at some point, revealing a white short garment underneath.
The five assassins looked at each other, horrified.
Only then did they realize that in the series of lightning-fast exchanges just now, this young man, with his rusty, decaying sword, not only blocked all the assassins' attacks, but also unknowingly used the sword energy to injure them, leaving hidden wounds on their bodies. It was only at this moment, when the injuries flared up, that the assassins noticed.
However, this also reflects the strength of the assassins.
The longsword assassin only had a tear in his robe and wasn't injured; he was the strongest. Next was the assassin in white with white claws on his hands and a blood-red mouth; he was the next strongest. The dual-wielding assassins each spat out a mouthful of blood, their strength dropping another level. The burly man wielding a horse-slaying saber was already unsteady on his feet, the most seriously injured, and the weakest among them. Of course, this might be related to the arrow he had already taken from Sun Fei.
As for the archery expert who suddenly shot an arrow from the crowd, his method was so strange that the arrow was shot silently, and no one could hear the sound of the bowstring. So for a while, no one found out where he was hiding.
The swordsman suddenly remembered a legend.
He immediately felt a chill run from his tailbone to the top of his head, and asked in surprise, "You... you are [ One Sword ]?"
Upon hearing this question, Sun Fei could almost clearly hear everyone on the entire platform atop East Mountain gasp. Hearing the name "[ One Sword ]," it was as if they had heard something unbelievable, and their gazes towards the young man instantly changed.
"This name sounds familiar... I feel like I've heard it somewhere before." Sun Fei was also taken aback.
The young man's expression remained calm; to be precise, his eyes seemed unfocused as he gazed at the sea of clouds on the horizon, completely unconcerned about the five formidable and ruthless assassins surrounding him.
He didn't even glance at the swordsman who had asked him the question, as if all these experts were just wooden stakes, not worthy of his attention.
After a brief silence, the young man looked away.
Surprisingly, he eventually fixed his gaze on Sun Fei, patiently scrutinizing him from head to toe with a sharp, piercing look. Sun Fei suddenly felt as if he had been stripped naked and exposed to a public spectacle. Those eyes held an indescribable air of vicissitude, yet seemed to pierce through to the smallest detail, revealing every disguise.
Sun Fei knew that this was a reflection of the strength of both sides.
This ordinary-looking young man with bright eyes had already reached a level of strength that was currently difficult for me to reach. If the two of them were to fight now, even with Sun Fei's strongest form—a level 21 Barbarian —he would not be able to defeat this man in a single move.
"How did you find out?" the young man suddenly asked.
Sun Fei was taken aback, but then he understood what the other party meant. They were asking how he had discovered his presence earlier. When the princess was about to die in the sudden attack of five assassins, he shouted, "Aren't you going to make a move?"
"I guessed," Sun Fei replied.
The young man was slightly taken aback.
This was the first expression he had shown besides calmness since his stunning appearance at the King's Altar. However, he quickly regained his composure, gave Sun Fei a meaningful look, and said nothing more.
Sun Fei shrugged.
He told the truth that he had indeed guessed it.
Sun Fei had long known what the Princess was wary of. Furthermore, during the moment she was surrounded by assassins, her expression was remarkably calm. Everyone around her was either covering their faces in shock or desperately rushing to her aid, all worried for this frail woman. However, the Princess herself, whose life hung in the balance, never wavered in her expression; a faint smile even graced her lips. She didn't even glance at the approaching swords and blades.
There is only one possibility --
Feeling emboldened and fearless.
The princess wasn't worried about the assassins at all; she had ways to deal with them.
After much thought, Sun Fei concluded that the woman's confidence stemmed from something simple: she possessed a magical artifact with incredible defensive capabilities, or she had an invincible master hidden by her side.
That's why Sun Fei suddenly shouted that.
Who knew that this shout would actually summon a young master who would shock everyone on the summit of East Mountain. Upon his appearance, he relied on his divine swordsmanship to turn the tide in an instant, reversing the critical situation with the slightest touch.
" Paris, come out! I know you're here!"
With a slightly hoarse voice, it was the eldest princess who spoke. She took a small step forward and stood shoulder to shoulder with the young man. Her clear blue eyes, as pure as the ocean, swept across the crowd below the King's altar. Her tone was as if she were catching up with an old friend she hadn't seen in a long time.
"Hehe, Sister Tanasha, long time no see! You still look as sickly as ever!"
A sickeningly sweet female voice suddenly rang out from the crowd, followed by a flash of silver light. Then, in a blur, a graceful white figure appeared beside the sword-wielding assassin. She wore a long white robe, her long golden hair casually draped over her shoulders, and held a red rose glistening with dew in her hand. The contrast between the white and red colors evoked a very strange feeling in everyone.
"What a pity! I didn't expect Sister Tanasha to be able to get the famous [ One Sword ] to help us. Hehe, it seems we won't be able to kill you today!"
The woman in white, holding a red rose, was about twenty years old. Her features were exquisite, her charm boundless, and her allure captivating. A deep smile played at the corners of her eyes and brows. The word "kill" came from her lips as casually as flirting... She was a woman of captivating allure and unparalleled beauty.
Princess Tanasha simply smiled coldly and did not reply.
But her beautiful eyebrows furrowed unconsciously at that moment, clearly showing her disgust for the woman and unwilling to say even a single word to her.
"Who is this slut?"
Sun Fei stood beside the princess and suddenly whispered a question in her ear. Although the voice was soft, it was clearly heard by everyone around them. His King's actions were obviously intentional.
As expected, the princess revealed a beautiful smile, her blue eyes seemingly rippling with emotion. The woman in white with red roses glanced at Sun Fei with a smile, but the murderous intent hidden beneath that charming smile sent a chill down Sun Fei's spine.
"Screw you! With a master like me here, what can you do to me?"
Upon seeing the young expert wielding a rusty sword not far away, Sun Fei felt a surge of excitement. He glared at the woman with a provocative look, his gaze even sweeping over her chest with a hint of malice, his disdain evident – so small, at most a B cup.
The woman in white named Paris, having her sore spot touched, immediately turned fierce.
Soon, Knight Commander Roman Pavlyuchenko led more than two hundred knights to rush up the King's altar, surrounding the five assassins and Paris. A forest of swords and spears, cold and menacing, gleaming with silver light, were all pointed at the six men.
The scales of victory have clearly tipped in favor of the eldest princess.
The crucial factor influencing this balance was, of course, the ordinary young man wielding the rusty sword. His strength was extraordinary, standing out from the crowd; even alone, he could easily kill everyone present...
But for some reason, Sun Fei suddenly had a question: was this slutty woman named Paris out of her mind? Since she was about to lose, why didn't she stay put and hide? Why did she dare to step forward?
Just then--
Princess Tanasha, I have fulfilled my promise to you. Farewell.
The young man with the rusty sword suddenly spoke, uttering something no one could understand. Before anyone could react, he vanished from the King's altar in a flash, his entire presence disappearing without a trace... He simply left like that.
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