"At first, I thought this might be a tough fight, but the result has left me a little disappointed. It's time to send you on your way."
As the five Ghost Samurai finished speaking, a layer of black, sinister Qi coiled around their katanas.
Their killing intent was intense!
Huang Shanya was not afraid of death.
But he still had many regrets in this life.
He had let that woman down.
And when he returned eight years ago, he had not rejoined the Demon Suppression Army.
If he could, he wanted to return to the Brocade Martial Battalion, drink and laugh with his old comrades, and fight alongside them again!
Whenever they went into battle, they would trade a few jabs with one another.
But there did not seem to be many of those comrades left.
"Even if I die, I'll take you down with me!"
With a muffled shout, Huang Shanya charged straight at them again.
Squelch!
This slash did more damage than any of the previous ones.
In the light from the security room, a deep gash could be seen across Huang Shanya's back.
Blood streamed out without stopping.
It ran onto the ground.
The rain washed it away.
And carried it into the drain.
Squelch! Another slash!
As Duan Ming's pupils contracted, Huang Shanya's left leg was severed.
Even so, the old man did not make a sound of pain.
The instant his left leg was cut off, he seized a Ghost Samurai by the shoulders with both hands and tore hard!
Squelch!
Another clone was destroyed.
But Huang Shanya did not stop. He immediately swung a fist at the Ghost Samurai to his left.
But for some reason, perhaps because he was gravely wounded, he missed. The Ghost Samurai dodged.
Huang Shanya stood on one leg in the rain and let out a long breath.
By now, he was gradually growing accustomed to fighting in an environment with doubled gravity.
"You actually destroyed another of my clones. Impressive!"
The four remaining Ghost Samurai spoke in unison.
Duan Ming frowned and said, "I see his weakness."
"Sharp eyes, but you don't need to tell me. I've seen it too."
Even with one leg severed, Huang Shanya's voice did not tremble in the slightest.
His back was to Duan Ming.
His figure from behind was so imposing!
Even with only one leg left, his bearing had not diminished.
"You see my weakness? Are you trying to scare me? I have no weakness, unless you can destroy all my clones. But in your current state, with one leg gone, even if you destroy all my clones, you're no match for me."
With his back to Duan Ming, Huang Shanya said, "Kid, tell him, can a chipped blade still kill?"
"Yes!"
"Good. Now let's show him whether a man missing a leg can kill him!"
As Huang Shanya spoke, killing intent burst from his body!
Killing intent stronger than that of the four Ghost Samurai combined!
He leaped on one leg. Even without his left leg, he was still fast.
His eyes were fixed on a Ghost Samurai standing to the left.
It was as if he was certain this Ghost Samurai was the real one.
Huh?
What's going on?
The real Ghost Samurai was puzzled.
Could this guy really have found my weakness?
Impossible. It must be a coincidence!
He saw thick Qi around Huang Shanya's fist! Qi even stronger than before!
He did not want to be hit.
Although his clothes could cancel out most of the blow's force, he would still take a considerable impact.
He hurriedly dodged to the side.
At the same time, another Ghost Samurai clone appeared in front of Huang Shanya.
But Huang Shanya seemed to have fixed on the real one. He crouched on one leg to dodge the clone's slash, then launched himself like a cannonball at the real Ghost Samurai.
He was fast!
Bang!
His fist struck.
The mask on the Ghost Samurai's face cracked.
His whole body tipped backward, unable to withstand Huang Shanya's violent force.
Th-this can't be!
How did this old bastard know I was the real one?
A faint smile touched Huang Shanya's lips.
Facing six Ghost Samurai alone was, frankly, difficult.
Destroying the clones one by one was practically impossible.
Even if he destroyed them, he would most likely be left with only one breath, unable to resist the real one at all.
To win this battle, he had to find the real one.
And he had found him!
During the flurry of attacks just now, he had noticed that only one of the Ghost Samurai would dodge his attacks.
The others never dodged at all. They simply took his punches head-on.
The conclusion was obvious.
The real one could think, but the clones could not.
From the start, the real one had given the clones an order.
That order was to kill him.
So the clones would only attack, not dodge.
Having discovered this, the battle was much easier.
Duan Ming, in the security room, had noticed the same thing.
"Wangcai! Get him!"
Huang Shanya shouted.
Whoosh!
Wangcai sprang from the security room with astonishing speed, landing on the real Ghost Samurai's shoulder and biting down hard.
This marked him, so they would not mistake him for another in the confusion later.
The real one turned pale with shock.
He reached up, trying to fling the creature that looked both like a dog and unlike one off his shoulder.
But no matter what he did, Wangcai kept a firm grip on his shoulder.
He would not loosen his bite!
He tried to crush the thing to death.
But it was like an unkillable cockroach.
No matter what he did, he could not get the thing off him.
As he tried to break free of Wangcai, Huang Shanya appeared in front of him and smashed a fist into his face.
At the same time, the three Ghost Samurai behind Huang Shanya all swung their blades at him.
Huang Shanya chose not to dodge, taking all three slashes squarely on his back.
One of the blades stabbed into his body.
But because his back was protected by powerful Qi, the blade penetrated only a finger's depth.
At that moment, the real Ghost Samurai was all he could see!
Bang, bang! Two more punches.
Blood began to flow from beneath the hideous mask.
"You're not much after all!"
He threw another punch.
This time, the real Ghost Samurai was sent flying several meters and fell to the rain-soaked ground.
He had just risen when Huang Shanya, with only one leg, charged up to him.
He raised his katana and slashed.
But the scar-covered old man before him, wounded by countless blades, caught his sword barehanded!
Blood flowed through the gaps between his fingers...
The sight gave the Ghost Samurai a shock.
Th-this... he wrapped most of his Qi around his left hand to strengthen its defense...
But he had swung his blade so fast that, by rights, the most the old man could have done was dodge. He should never have been able to catch it!
Most importantly, the gravity around him had been increased tenfold, yet the old man was still this fast.
It was impossible to imagine how fast this guy would be at full speed without gravity holding him down!
Is this a Human Weapon?
Bang!
Another punch landed squarely on his face.
This time, Huang Shanya gave him no chance to fly backward. He seized him by the collar with one hand and hammered his right fist into the real Ghost Samurai's body again and again.
The sound of fist striking flesh rang out again as soon as it faded.
His punches came so fast that the sounds ran together, as though they had never stopped.
The present Huang Shanya seemed to have rediscovered how he had felt in those days.
He was old, but that was only his age.
Apart from that,
He was still that Human Weapon!
"Twenty-seven years in the army, fourteen hundred and ninety battles, great and small!"
"I walked out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood. You think I'd lose to a ghost like you?"
"Consider that leg my burial gift to you!"
A punch struck with a boom, followed by what sounded like a skull shattering.
Less than five seconds had passed since he seized the real Ghost Samurai.
But in those five seconds, Huang Shanya had thrown over a hundred punches.
Each punch carried the weight of thousands of jin!
That hideous mask had long since been destroyed, not even a scrap of it remaining.
When the real Ghost Samurai breathed his last, his Power of God vanished.
The other Ghost Samurai clones disappeared in an instant.
The Ghost Samurai clothes the real one wore also gradually dissipated.
"Wasn't it just two eyes and a mouth? I thought you really were some kind of ghost."
Huang Shanya released the corpse.
Smack!
The corpse lay on the rain-soaked ground.
"Phew..."
This time, it was Huang Shanya who fell.
Duan Ming rushed out of the security room, crouched in front of Huang Shanya, and lifted him into his arms.
In just two seconds, his hands were stained red with blood.
The rain washed them clean, only for them to turn red again.
The rain-soaked ground around them had become a pool of blood.
"I'm old. I really am old. My body is nowhere near what it used to be."
At that moment, the imposing figure became hunched once more.
"Hang on! I'll get someone to save you!"
Duan Ming fumbled for his phone, intending to call Peng Sisi.
"Don't bother. It's too late."
Huang Shanya gave a bitter laugh.
He knew how badly he was wounded.
There were no fewer than forty blade wounds on his body.
He should have died from blood loss. It was already a miracle he had held on this long.
"You're a Human Weapon!"
"No, you're wrong. The true Human Weapon is the Demon Suppression Army. I'm just a microcosm of the Human Weapon."
In an instant, Huang Shanya's face turned visibly snow-white.
"Help me up. Even if I die, I'll die standing."
With Duan Ming's support, Huang Shanya rose to his feet, standing on one leg.
The heavy rain washed over him.
As though it meant to wash away all the killing aura he had accumulated in his lifetime.
So he could leave this world clean.
"Wangcai, come here."
Huang Shanya held out his hand.
Whoosh-!
A white figure leaped onto Huang Shanya's arm and clung tightly to him.
Huang Shanya stroked Wangcai's head and let out a long sigh:
"Ah, why did you have to be my Power of God? If only you really were a dog. Then you wouldn't have to go with me when I die."
Wangcai seemed to understand what Huang Shanya was saying.
Wangcai rubbed his head against Huang Shanya's arm, then stuck out his tongue and licked the wounds on it over and over.
Duan Ming hated scenes this sentimental.
Because whenever a moment like this came, he felt awful.
"Young man, your name is Duan Ming, right?"
"That's right."
"Do you remember what I told you was the most important thing in life?"
"To leave no regrets."
"That's right, to leave no regrets. But who can pass through this world and leave without any? All we can do is have a few fewer regrets."
Huang Shanya's complexion grew worse and worse, but his voice never wavered.
"Believe me, with your potential, you'll definitely become very strong. Maybe you'll be the next microcosm of the Human Weapon."
"I won't say much more. There's no end to what I could say, especially when I'm about to die."
With that, Huang Shanya lowered his head to look at Wangcai, who lay on his arm.
He gently stroked the old friend who had accompanied him for most of his life and said softly, "Let's go, Wangcai. Let's go see our old friends from the Brocade Martial Battalion."
"Whimper, whimper~"
A smile appeared on Huang Shanya's face, and he gently stroked Wangcai's forehead again.
The next second, his head drooped, all signs of life gone!
Wangcai, lying on his arm, seemed to know that Huang Shanya had passed away.
Wangcai lifted his head and gazed deeply at the master he had followed all his life, then tipped his head back and let out a whimper.
As though bidding him a final farewell.
At last, the moment the Qi in Huang Shanya's body vanished completely, Wangcai vanished with it.
Duan Ming's heart was heavy.
He held Huang Shanya's body in both hands, motionless.
The wind stopped, and so did the rain.
Or rather, the god of wind had left, and so had the god of rain. They had taken the "Human Weapon," Huang Shanya, with them!