Online: I Can See Health Bars Chapter 1245 - 551: Name a Number
Previously on Online: I Can See Health Bars...
To kill effectively, one must first grasp their opponents!
Even a master's condition experiences highs and lows.
Striking at the enemy's most vulnerable instant for a lethal hit—that's Zhao Jinci's technique for defeating stronger foes!
Hence, this sword thrust is unavoidable!
Plus, this blade drips with deadly venom!
"Die!!"
Zhao Jinci bellowed inwardly, her hand's poisoned sword inching ever closer!
Nearer! Nearer! Mere inches left!
Zhao Jinci focused intensely like never before, missing the golden flash streaking past her eyes.
Szz!!!
The sword tip barely pricked Fang Yu's flesh.
Right then, Zhao Jinci's head launched skyward.
Blood erupted wildly from the headless corpse as it crumpled slowly.
The woman following her gaped in horror, hand flying to her mouth.
"Sister?!!!"
Thud.
Zhao Jinci's body crashed down.
The infamous Poison Marrow Sword, Zhao Jinci, perished eternally in this plain little inn.
The chill floor claimed her as its eternal bed.
Sister Zhao Yinxin collapsed to the ground, staring in disbelief at the decapitated form.
When the airborne head thumped beside her, Zhao Yinxin shakily lifted her sister's head.
"No..."
"No!!!"
Bloodshot eyes blazing, hair in wild tangles, she snapped her gaze upward.
That Asura-like youth, who alone vanquished every inn assailant, towered like a War God, observing her with icy calm.
"You’re next."
Zhao Yinxin fled.
Clutching her sister's head, she sprang up and bolted away!
The inn's doorway loomed directly behind, reached in a heartbeat.
Yet the instant after, wind assailed her.
A savage gust roared after her like a raging storm!
Straight behind! Pressing her back! Inches away! Inches away!!!
Zhao Yinxin whipped backward on pure instinct!
Snap!!
The whip lashed empty air!
Her instincts screamed the foe was right there, long-honed skills insisted the strike would connect.
Still, the whip whiffed completely.
Before Zhao Yinxin could respond, a huge hand engulfed her face like descending shadow.
"Wait..."
Boom!!
Zhao Yinxin hardly begged as the massive hand smashed her head brutally into the floor.
Searing agony mixed with deafening tinnitus dazed her, sight growing fuzzy.
Seeing the youth's fist cock back for her face again, Zhao Yinxin jolted awake in panic.
"Wait..."
Her plea barely formed before the fist slammed down relentlessly.
Time dragged slow. She watched the colossal fist shadow balloon in her vision, swallowing all light.
She was done for.
That marked her final lucid thought.
For right after...
Boom!!!
Her skull cratered ten centimeters into the ground, tiles fracturing, brains exploding; no chance to react, she turned into her sister's twin headless corpse, departing together.
"Huff..."
Fang Yu yanked his fist from the hole, gore streaming thick from knuckles to floor.
But prior to lowering his guard, his gaze darted, head tilting aside.
Whoosh.
Something skimmed his cheek.
Fang Yu spotted it clearly: a sword, razor-sharp and superb.
He twisted around toward the throw's source.
[Zhao Wutian: 500/500.]
The sword-hurler froze mid-throw, arm incomplete, eyes seething fury, frame quivering at rage's height.
Yet Fang Yu sensed no wrongdoing on his part.
His eyes slid off the swordsman.
They locked onto the elder by the youth, who wore a wry smile, sighing with headshake. Fang Yu angled his head, cleared the blood remnants from his face, and uttered.
"Do you also want to dance?"
Humblebane Plague failed to grasp 'also want to dance'.
But one thing was clear: he refused to challenge this Monster!
Yes, Monster suited him perfectly!
Lin Yi Yuan, Poison Marrow Sword, Bone Piercing Whip... aren't these elite powerhouses famed in their world!
Yet before this Monster, they barely endured moments, getting crushed outright, most slain instantly!
Humblebane Plague rated himself above them, yet nowhere near capable of felling them one by one.
Undoubtedly, his first hunch rang true.
This guy... is seriously tough!
Personally, he held zero wish to confront him!
Fortune rebuilds, but death ends all.
Alas, disciple Zhao Wutian charged headlong...
"Misunderstanding! Sir, there’s a misunderstanding, we didn’t..."
"Demon! If you have the guts, fight me! You kill without mercy, how are you different from a demon!"
Humblebane Plague kept his apologetic grin, yet disciple Zhao Wutian already obstructed the path.
He desperately wanted to slap himself senseless.
A lifetime of evil deeds, countless atrocities; finally cherishing Life's value, he took a disciple, molding him toward goodness, virtue, and grace.