Online: I Can See Health Bars Chapter 1231 - 544: Arrow Rain
Previously on Online: I Can See Health Bars...
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
Right as Iron Leper’s words ended, his five teammates lunged forward nearly at the same instant!
Three launched fake assaults, while the other two struck at the lower three paths! He himself had already melted into the shadows, poised for the perfect moment!
Closer!
The three-man feint squad bellowed fiercely together!
Pei Jinghui’s spear shot forward as if out of control, yet the foe merely tilted his head to evade, then charged ahead, slamming his shoulder into Pei Jinghui’s shocked face!
Thud!!
Pei Jinghui’s spear clattered to the ground as he vomited blood and soared backward, crashing awkwardly onto the dirt.
He clutched his chest while scrambling up, staring ahead in utter horror.
Terrifying!
Only one word fit this man’s power: terrifying!
That casual shoulder check had wrecked his internals, igniting agony in his chest and ribs.
If not for being the front of the feint trio, with comrades ready to press the attack as he fell back, he’d already be pounded into the earth.
What insane might, what horrifying force!
This fellow’s power surely surpassed a Grass Realm Warrior!
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!!
Three sword strikes.
Once Pei Jinghui flew back, Jing Yingan stepped up, unleashing three rapid slashes.
All three whiffed completely, and as he lifted his blade for the fourth, oblivious to the danger.
Bang!!
A fist.
Or maybe Jing Yingan couldn’t tell if the blur smashing his face was even a fist.
But that devastating impact, that over-the-top might, the sickening crack from his skull—it sent chills through every hair on his body.
They’d drilled this teamwork forever, ambushed endless experts, yet right here, right now, Jing Yingan sensed death closing in.
As he hurtled backward, the world spun away, but his mind started fading.
If a teammate peeked at him then, they’d spot half his face smashed inward, stamped with a fist mark, bones pulverized, nose and one eye caved, the whole side a mangled pulp of blood and flesh.
After tumbling across the ground multiple times, he twitched a couple of times, then lay still.
His hand shook.
The feint trio’s last member, the deadliest ambush swordsman of the group, finally struck.
His blade moved like lightning, and before thrusting, he used his front two brothers as cover for a quick squat to build power!
This stance, fused with his honed sword skills, propelled his stab to speeds beyond his level!
So this rear surprise attack packed monstrous force!
This strike, forged from years of grueling practice, blazed with unmatched velocity!
Buzz!!!
The sword howled!
That marked the resonance between him and his blade’s spirit!
This strike had to land!
This strike would cripple...
Snap.
Clamped tight.
Two fingers.
His long-honed killer sword, brimming with every ounce of his power, got pinched steady by the youth’s two fingers.
Forget lightning speed, forget dazzling technique.
After endless tales of ambush triumphs, Qiu Yangjia stood dumbfounded.
He’d trusted this blade blindly.
Still, he couldn’t grasp how anyone pinched his irresistible sword with mere fingers!!!
"Impossible!!!"
Even in the feint squad, Qiu Yangjia held his pride!!
He clenched his jaw, twisted his features, pouring every shred of strength to drive it forward just an inch! Even one inch!
But...
Not the slightest budge.
Then... a mere finger twist.
Crack!
His sword, worth over a hundred silver, shattered like glass!
"Well done!"
"It’s now!"
Two shadows burst from the flanks of the foe, making Qiu Yangjia’s stupor look intentional. Unbeknownst to them, a cold gleam flashed, etching a line across Qiu Yangjia’s throat as he toppled straight back.
The two lurkers’ focus locked entirely on the enemy.
One thrust two fingers straight at Fang Yu’s eyes!
The other snapped a kick at Fang Yu’s groin!
Their teamwork flawless, timing a tad delayed, but as impact neared, they synced perfectly!
Sparks of triumph lit the ambushers’ eyes.
Even Iron Leper in the gloom curled his lips faintly.
He’d waylaid countless martial artists, whose styles were mostly direct, upright, clashing head-on.
Few countered these vile low blows to the lower paths.
The purer the martial art, the weaker against such filth.
And that created their edge!
Iron Leper knew their caliber, their limits.
Sheer clever teamwork and numbers alone wouldn’t fell superiors; they needed shock, the dirty route!
Street tricks had advantages.
Some defenses might blunt them later, but the opener’s shock was unmatched.
With three feinting high, two hitting low, and his killing blow to cap it.
This crew had felled hordes of experts—even Tree Realm Warriors had tumbled dead under their blades.