Chapter 16: Can’t Lose Part Two

If Fang Jie charged up, he would only injure them if he didn’t have to kill.

When Da Quan charged up, he would kill if he didn’t have to injure them.

Fang Jie self-mocked and laughed at his own softness. Although the 20 soldiers were well-trained elites, they didn’t have cultivation strength. Da Quan could kill them in a short time, way shorter than what Fang Jie could. When Da Quan finished, Mu Xiaoyao would have probably taken care of the other five men in flying-fish robes.

This was the most correct decision.

Fang Jie’s hand that was holding his saber slightly shivered.

Calm! He told himself to stay calm. While he was taking a deep breathe, a saber struck toward him. The person was the Captain who blew the bugle.

“Fang Jie! Regardless of what you did, don’t do this! As long as you stay, I will beg for you in front of General Li!” the Captain said while he struck four times.

He wasn’t able to strike the fifth times since Fang Jie had cut off his right arm that was holding the saber. This was Fang Jie’s first time injuring someone like this, but he didn’t go soft. Fang Jie practiced this saber technique everyday diligently. Every time he practiced, he felt like he could see the shadows of his hunters.

The sabers made by Great Sui’s military were extremely sharp. Cutting off an arm was as easy as cutting tofu.

The Captain froze for a second before letting out a shrill scream.

Da Quan turned around with praise in his eyes. When he turned around, a saber struck toward his head. Although he was looking at Fang Jie, his hand grabbed onto the blade at the perfect moment. He was wearing a pair of gloves that had iron needles on them, and the saber couldn’t cut through it.

In the next moment, Da Quan’s other hand was already inside this soldier’s chest. Like the claws of a wolf, when he pulled his hand out, there was half of a mushy heart.

Then, Da Quan turned his attention toward another soldier.

After three minutes, 17 out of the 20 soldiers died, and the remaining three were injured. Da Quan killed those 17, and Fang Jie injured the last three. At the same time, Mu Xiaoyao had killed the third royal guard, and the last three around her had lost their morale.

“Guess… will they be this lenient on you?” Da Quan asked.

Fang Jie looked at the three soldiers who were groaning on the ground, and he was silent.

Da Quan then charged to Mu Xiaoyao as he shouted, “Open the gate and leave! You can’t lose the two of us!”

Fang Jie nodded and looked at the soldiers who were about to get off the city wall. He charged toward the gate but found that two men appeared.

“Interesting. I’m surprised that this little Fangu has hidden dragons and tigers. Two level 5… and…” Mu One shook his head and said in disdain, “A nobody?”

“You are the nobody!” Fang Jie jumped up and struck at Mu One. This was the fastest and sharpest strike that he had ever used through years of hard practice.

…

The wind only stopped at night, but the snow stopped in the afternoon. After the first shrill scream in a wooden house on the training ground of the military, the dark clouds seemed to have run away due to fear.

Qiu Xiaoshu died. Since Wu Peisheng chose him as the first target, his fate was decided.

Perhaps others could survive, but since he was the first, he had to die regardless if he decided to frame Fang Jie or not. The only difference was that if he chose to comply, he would die later rather than immediately.

Upon hearing the first shrill scream, Li Xiaozong turned around and walked out of the encampment in silence. The snow made a series of squeaking noises when he stepped on it.