Sword Among Us c1-1268

by Black Swordsman Online

  He had actually already guessed that there were only two plausible reasons for the main Mongolian cavalier unit to leave: either the higher ups in the enemy camp had already been alerted and had begun making arrangements, or some evil cult elite had decided to personally take action.

  And even though he managed to guess the reasons for their departure, Happy was not afraid. There were indeed not many people that would cause him fear in the enemy camp.

  Aside from Martial Paragon Bi Xuan, Evil King Shi Zhixuan, Empress Yin Zhu Yuyan who could possibly serve as a threat to him, since they were at the peak of Myth Realm, the others might not have an easy time dealing with him.

  The other evil cult martial artists might be troublesome, but that was simply because they will be fighting at the enemy rear, and Happy will not gain any advantages if he fought here.

  If he was determined to leave, no one will be able to stop him.

  "Even if this is a super hard quest, elites at the level of Evil King should not show up eagerly on the first day of the war itself. Let's take a look of who will come."

  Happy voiced his thoughts.

  "Let's go back. What if we end up luring over those three? What will we do then? Let's not take any risks."

  "Since I already decided to stay, I'm confident that we will not be killed."

  When Happy said these words, he was indeed full of confidence.

  Because, even if matchless martial artists at the level of Evil King showed up, Arhat Body, Nine Yang Divine Skill, Shifting Stars, and Ten True Dragon Styles could all help him protect his life and easily fend for himself for a while. Besides, he had also learned True Nine Words Seals from Xu Zhiling.

  Xu Xin decided to quietly support him, and this was something that satisfied Happy the most when it came to this girl—Once he made his decision, the girl will always support him.

  They nodded at each other and prepared for battle before they rushed into the view of those reconnoiterers without bothering to hide themselves.

  Bang!

  A bright and dazzling red signal flare cut through the night sky once more!

  *****

  "No matter what, he's a powerful player who has the title of the strongest in the Chinese server. He has five ultimate techniques with him, and he also has the ability to kill Myth Realm elites. It's no wonder why he's so confident."

  There was a young man who had a well-mannered and soft spoken air about him. He was the leader of the group. Right then, he pushed the bridge of his glasses to show an indifferent expression. "But while I'll let it slide that he went to the enemy rear on the first day of the war, he actually revealed his tracks multiple times in such a brazen manner. He never once left the enemy camp. Does he really think that war is child's play? What assessment did the system give him?"

  Right when he finished speaking, someone in the group of people behind him answered, "Class S. The assessment will be provided one minute later."

  "That's very high."

  The glasses man frowned without batting an eyelid.

  "How many choices are there?"

  "Three."

  The person who answered took a step forward. He tapped a few times against his wrist, and the scene on the screen instantly turned to a view sixth-tenths away from the duo on the plains. It showed the view of a man who charged forward in the darkness like a bat. An awe-inspiring, cold, fierce, and brutal air could be found in a perfect blend on him. At first glance, he will cause chills to creep down people's spines.

  The employee continued saying, "The first choice is to send out Wan Wan and Yang Xuyan. Their success rate in killing him is 1.3%.

  "The second choice is to send Bi Xuan's disciple to lead a group of heavy-armored cavaliers to chase him away, but the success rate is just as low.

  "The third choice is Demon Commander Zhao Deyan. He's the military adviser for this event, and he's the strongest Myth Realm elite below the four elites at the peak of Myth Realm. His success rate is at 80%."

  The glasses said nothing but nodded in silence.

  The headquarters will always perform macroscopic regulations to the progress of all quests in the game. This was also the only way for them to perform partial interference to the group of people who stood at the very top of the game. By doing so, they will be able to ensure that the game will operate normally. Of course, only the people who were involved in the quest will be affected.

  However, each quest will be monitored by different groups of people to prevent anyone from affecting the balance and fairness of the game because of personal interests.

  This time, the glasses man was one of the people who was in charge of monitoring the regulations.

  To ensure that the event will go on normally, he ordered everyone in charge of the event to make sure that nothing was to happen to both army camps no matter how fierce the battle was at the frontlines.

  If anyone decided to interfere in game, the moderators were allowed to give them the highest difficulty rating and choose to give them the hardest quests within what the system allowed them to.

  But what they did not expect was that the first person to jump into the enemy rear was Happy!

  "The strongest player in the Chinese server, huh? Let me see just how you will handle Zhao Deyan. He's not someone those two old coots who had just entered Myth Realm can hope to compare to. Besides, there isn't any terrain you can use on the plains." The glasses man narrowed his eyes slightly, because he could already see a man and woman appearing in Zhao Deyan's sight, which was reflected on the screen.

  'He found them!'

  "Li Mei."

  The glasses man turned his face slightly, and he stared at the pretty woman who wrapped her arms around her c.h.e.s.t while she stared at the screen.

  "You kept saying that Happy is the strongest player in the world and that he's stronger than India's Snake King Gupta, Vietnam's Life and Death Fist Asura, Russia's Lion Bear Mark, Mongolia's Nine Bulls' Strength Ralston. Now, the time has come for us to verify your statement."

  The pretty woman said nothing. She remained outside the crowd and did not even bat her eyelids. She just moved her red lips a little, "I never heard you claim that the people mentioned just now managed to defeat real Myth Realm elites either."

  Chapter 819 - First Soul Returning Claw

  "Hmm?"

  Yu Yan relaxedly killed the group of reconnoiterers who fired the signal flare. But right then, Happy soon discovered a chill that appeared out of nowhere in the dark and cool night. Then, he became on guard as he surveyed the area, and he finally noticed an inconspicuous shadow that nearly escaped his senses while he quietly closed in on Yu Yan and Happy from the distance.

  'Shadow Assassin?'

  Happy soon denied his assumption, because the person who came over did not give off that cautious and careful presence that Yang Xuyan had. Besides, he seemed like he was not worried at all that he would be discovered. At the same time he weakened the sounds of air being pushed away, he drew close to them while traveling in a straight line and an incredibly domineering manner.

  "Xin, retreat!"

  Happy sensed a dangerous presence from the person, and he did not dare be negligent. While he ordered Yu Yan to retreat, he sighed quietly.

  As expected, hoping that the main generals from the enemy camp will underestimate him was just not realistic.

  But what he did not expect that the first to be lured over was a big fish. The person had on him a fitting soft armor, and he did not look like an elite in the army. Besides, he had a ruthless expression on his face, making it clear that he was an evil cult elite! There were only a few people in the Mongolian army who had that sort of presence and such a dignified air about him. Besides, aside from Demon Commander Zhao Deyan of the eight evil cult elites, there was no one else who had that sort of presence about him.

  A violent wind blew fiercely!

  Happy became vigilant, and he instinctively realized that the situation was bad. His Golden Bell Cocoon shot out of
his body!

  It was like a large bell that sparkled gold. It flashed out of his body without any signs and enveloped Happy.

  Clang!

  The golden bell shuddered madly.

  While a loud bell toll rose, the golden light at the surface of the golden bell grew much brighter to release light that was as bright as a small sun. Everything in the area was illuminated, and nothing remained in the shadows.

  But soon, five black and sharp claw marks were left on the golden bell. The light that grew brighter instantly weakened and became dimmer.

  Yu Yan was the only person who saw it, and she saw what happened very clearly.

  But she still did not manage to see how Zhao Deyan attacked.

  However, Happy used the profound secret in Golden Bell Cocoon to not only successfully avoid Zhao Deyan's brutal attack, but also quickly widened the distance between them. He retreated to her side and stared at the mysterious martial artist who was forced two steps backward by the rebound when he failed in his attack. He now stood thirty-two feet away from Happy.

  "Are you the Demon General?" Happy's relaxed attitude and how much he looked at ease with the situation made Yu Yan strangely relieved.

  The mysterious person spoke, and his cold words contained an inexplicable pressure, causing those who heard to feel their hearts turn heavy.

  "Boy, you're quite knowledgeable. It's no wonder why you're able to avoid the First Soul Returning Claw when you're so young."

  But even though Zhao Deyan said these words, he had become less arrogant than before.

  Even though he did not use his full power in his claw strike just now, he still did not manage to force Happy to use profound martial arts at the level of Shifting Stars. He just used Golden Bell Cocoon, a martial art made available to the common folk, to deal with his attack.

  "Demon General, you're the military adviser under the khan, and you have an important position with him, but you chased after us on the plains in the dark alone. Aren't you being too reckless?"

  While Happy sounded like he was being thoughtful for Zhao Deyan, when Zhao Deyan heard it, Happy just sounded like he was mocking him. "You ignorant fool, you truly talk big! The gods will already be considered to be blessing you greatly if you and that girl from a normal sect are able to flee from my hands, and you dare let your tongue run so freely over here? How dare you speak so shamelessly?!"

  Happy's pupils shrank. He noticed that once Zhao Deyan finished speaking, his wide purple cloak suddenly fluttered in an abnormal manner.

  Bang!

  A fierce qi force rammed violently against his c.h.e.s.t.

  His body shuddered, and under Yu Yan's astonished gaze, Happy planted his feet firmly on the ground, and he dragged out two trenches that were more than thirty feet long and half a foot deep on the ground before he stopped.

  "Don't come here! I'm fine!"

  He raised his hand and stopped Yu Yan from moving forward. While Happy calmed down his surging qi and blood in his body, he slowly wiped off the trail of blood at the corners of his mouth. On his lips was a faint smile that made Zhao Deyan furrow his eyebrows slightly.

  "As expected of the Demon General, who is ranked right below the Evil King and Zhu Yuyan. Senior Zhao, even when you attack, you do so in a manner that is different from everyone else." There was a mocking tone that Happy did not bother hiding in his words.

  When he heard this, Zhao Deyan was not shocked or enraged. His voice was indifferent. "You don't need to mock me either. I am a man of the evil cult, and when I do things, I will naturally not act like all of you disciples from the famous sects who proclaim themselves just. But you did indeed exceed my expectations by not dying or being heavily injured even after you suffered through one of my palm strikes."

  "It's just a stroke of luck." Happy raised his chin a little. Even though he might be mocking Zhao Deyan, the cold arrogance he had was completely gone.

  Yu Yan, who was familiar with Happy, could sense a hint of anger from Happy's words. By the looks of it, Happy was already enraged by Zhao Deyan's words.

  *****

  In the underground base at the headquarters in Beijing, the glasses man, Li Mei, and the group of employees stared at Happy and Zhao Deyan facing each other on the screen fiercely. Their eyes sparkled with different emotions.

  "What happened just now?" The glasses man scowled.

  The situation was definitely different from what they saw.

  At that moment, the man beside him, who appeared to be the person in charge in the room, tapped the wristwatch he held in his hands and answered expressionlessly, "The First Soul Returning Claw Zhao Deyan used is a martial art in Sky Demon Book. Not only is its damage incredibly high, it also has the effect of using soft qi to injure the target. When the user fights against his opponent, he can directly injure the person's heart meridian through the force in his palm to largely decrease his opponent's combat prowess. It can achieve the same results just as the defense breaking ability in sword techniques."

  Right when he finished speaking, the screen quickly zoomed in on the duo.

  They showed a close-up of Zhao Deyan's cloak.

  Two holes had appeared out of nowhere on the luxurious and elegant purple cloak, and they were new holes.

  "Joined Finger!"

  The expressionless person in charge continued speaking, "The ultimate technique from the Murong Clan does not have astonishing damage, but it can attack very quickly, and its main advantage above other martial arts is that it is quiet, and it can catch people off guard. Even Zhao Deyan was struck by it."

  Silence fell among them.

  When they heard this, the people in the room instantly understood what happened—Zhao Deyan did not chase after Happy even after he successfully struck Happy because he had been hit by at least two finger-generated wind from Happy.

  In truth, when Zhao Deyan attacked, they noticed they noticed the motions from his cloak. Even though they did not notice the attack trajectory, they still paid attention to it, but perhaps no one else but the person in charge noticed when Happy attacked and when Zhao Deyan was struck.

  The glasses man quietly took down his glasses, wiped it, and put them on his face again to watch the fight even more seriously.

  *****

  Zhao Deyan's hands remained hidden under his cloak, but his movements cannot be seen clearly. However, he already did not dare readily attack, because he noticed that while the First Soul Returning Claw could injure Happy, it did not injure him as badly as he appeared to be.

  The damn brat relied upon the resistance in Nine Yang Divine Skill toward soft palm strikes and used the body fortification provided by Nine Yang Divine Skill as well as a normal body fortification to withstand all the force within his palm strike.

  His gaze darkened, and Zhao Deyan grabbed his purple cloak with a solemn look.

  Whoosh!

  He flung an arm, and the large cloak instantly twisted into a bundle! He grabbed it as if it was a steel bar, revealing the fitting, black, soft armor on him. A mighty and cold presence enveloped Zhao Deyan's entire body, making him look like a demon who crawled up to the mortal world.

  Chapter 820 - Manager Cui

  The stronger a person was, the more likely he will use the simplest and most direct method to win against his opponent.

  This was verified on Zhao Deyan!

  When he noticed that the First Soul Returning Claw did not cause any substantial damage on Happy, Zhao Deyan resolutely gave up on using the First Soul Returning Claw. His cloak shuddered, and it turned into a purple longspear that was as hard as steel. He pointed it at Happy.

  'He's serious now!' Happy's gaze darkened, but Happy did not dare have Zhao Deyan take the first strike next time. His Noble Sword landed in his hands, and he drew it out with a clang without any flourish.

  Ting!

  A sharp and cold arc-shaped sword force descended from the sky with a mighty dragon roar under the starlight. A small, silver dragon crushed the purple longspea
r in Zhao Deyan's hands.

  A clear metallic clang sounded.

  Under Happy and Yu Yan's dumbfounded gazes, the purple cloak that had turned into a longspear was crushed because it could not bear with the clash, just as Happy expected it would. The pieces flew everywhere, but the clear metallic sound alerted Happy.

  He sensed the sturdy feeling that came from the clash, and Happy immediately knew that there was something strange about the cloak. He activated Petite Dragon calmly and turned into an afterimage.

  Among the torn purple pieces of cloth that flew everywhere in the air was a black recondite steel longspear that instantly pierced through the afterimage Happy left behind on the spot like a black bolt of lightning in the galaxy.

  'Zhao Deyan, what a man… He's truly a brutal and ruthless guy.'

  There was actually a longspear that was still hidden under the cloak. It was no wonder why he could hold the cloth so easily just now.

  Happy knew that it was a close call just now.

  But he was not out of danger just yet.

  The spear stabbing at air and missing its target reminded Zhao Deyan of how bothersome his target was. His gaze darkened, and he changed his tactic without hesitation.

  Even though Happy evaded the attack in time, his Petite Dragon only helped him with dodging in a small area. It will not help him dodge the attack completely.

  Bang!

  Zhao Deyan turned the thrust into a sweep, and Happy was immediately struck by the sweep. He looked as if he had been struck by lightning, and he was knocked more than thirty feet away.

  However, Happy did not react slowly this time.

  Once he activated Petite Dragon, he immediately followed with activating Arhat Body. Most of his qi was gathered at one spot, and it violently scattered the great force that came from the sweep. The damage he suffered was not great, but he still had quite a lot of his qi weakened.

  Once he landed, Happy left behind six deep footprints on the ground before he managed to completely negate the force from the sweep.