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Chapter 367: Level 6 God of Blades

His arm blocked Wei’s blade, and with a yell, he was thrown off his feet for seven to eight meters. He quickly scrambled to his feet, nervously touching his chest to check it. Thankfully, it was fine.

He felt a burst of relief. Shit! As expected of the prosthetic arm I’ve spent 600 jinwu on! The quality is insane! Being rich is the most dependable superpower when it matters!

Collecting himself, he turned back to the battlefield.

Two close combat fighters from Goldthread’s unit and Qing Ling had started fighting Wei.

Before, War Tiger and Qing Ling had been the only ones capable of even approaching the pride monster.

Now missing an arm and losing a large part of his power, though, the other fighters were able to join with Officer Huang providing cover fire to distract Wei.

Wu Dahai knew that victory would be theirs sooner or later, but it wasn’t time to be complacent yet. A cornered dog was the most dangerous.

Slowly, he approached the battlefield with energy concentrating in his left hand, his eyes tracking Qing Ling, ready to attack Wei with lighting at any time.

He thought with some guilt, I’m sorry, you two. A man should try to protect the woman he loves. You’re on your own.

Among the three awakeners fighting Wei in close range, Qing Ling was of course the biggest threat to him. Her technique was impressive, and her blade aura fierce. She would be able to inflict a fatal injury if she landed even one hit.

Wei didn’t have the time to deal with Officer Huang, Songstress, and Goldthread, who were in the distance. The two annoying flies harassing him in close range, however, were his prime targets if he was to give Qing Ling his full focus.

When the thought flashed through his mind, Wei parried a few quick slashes from Qing Ling while blocking the bullets Officer Huang had fired sneakily, all the while dodging two strikes of lightning.

Wei stood where he was for a second.

Then his left hand shook with the sword in its grip. Suddenly, the sword multiplied. The two swords had thinner blades and were sharper and lighter. He held the other one in his mouth, his eyes flashing with powerful killing intent under the brim of his bamboo hat.

Knees bent, he leaned forward and made a charged jump, spinning at high speed as he flew toward Qing Ling.

The swords in his left hand and mouth twirled in a spiral, cutting the arm of one of the awakeners and the head of the other.

“Ahhhh!”

The one losing an arm screamed in pain, while the other, who had been decapitated, collapsed to the ground without making a sound.

Unable to evade in time, Qing Ling swung her Tang Dao to block the consecutive slashes coming from Wei’s two swords.

With great momentum, Wei spinned and spinned in the air, making fierce slashes with the two blades and forcing Qing Ling to stagger back as she parried the attacks.

Finally, Qing Ling spotted an opening. She held her Tang Dao with both hands and blocked the sword in Wei’s left hand.

Wei had run out of momentum. He followed the natural trajectory of his fall and landed on both feet, turning his neck to swing the sword between his teeth toward Qing Ling’s fair neck.

Qing Ling had foreseen a time when she would need an additional weapon.

When parrying Wei’s attacks, she had spared some energy to activate Metal, looking for War Tiger’s Green Dog Demon Blade.

It was a fine weapon. Qing Ling had been eyeing it for a long time.

At the last moment, the Green Dog Demon Blade flew over and blocked Wei’s horizontal slash for Qing Ling.

Level 3 Metal, however, couldn’t generate enough power while wielding the weapon. Qing Ling quickly shot out her left hand to grab the hilt and blocked the coming attack. Still, she had underestimated Wei’s raw power.

Clang.

With a twist of his neck, Wei exerted more power into the swing and sent Qing Ling flying.

She landed on the grass field covered in blood fog about seven meters away, rolling two times and failing to hold onto the two blades in her hands.

She rolled to a stop, activating Metal instinctively to recover her weapons.

However, Wei didn’t give her the chance. He had already made a cross slash at her, the blade aura shooting toward Qing Ling.

While the attacks weren’t as powerful as the ones he had made with his right hand, they were more than enough to cut someone of flesh and blood.

But Qing Ling lived.

Someone who had been keeping an eye on her had foreseen her coming doom and rushed to her with a speed he had thought himself incapable of.

If he could pick Qing Ling up and save her like a hero without sacrificing himself, he would, a hundred percent.

But it was beyond him.

It was all he could do to reach Qing Ling in time.

At that moment, he realized his incompetence.

At that moment, he realized that not everyone was in the place to say something cool like, “A good man should make sure the woman he loves doesn’t even get a scratch on her.”

At that moment, he reconciled with the fact that he was no protagonist.

The most he could do was open his arms wide and shielded Qing Ling as much as possible.

It didn’t look cool at all. In fact, he seemed like an idiot.

Splat.

His left arm was sliced clean off, and his chest burst out into a large cavity, his ribs flipping outward like a blooming flower, his heart and lungs almost cut in half.

Hot blood hit Qing Ling on one side of her face.

Wu Dahai collapsed at her feet.

Qing Ling stared at him, stunned. She couldn’t say a word.

Bang, bang, bang.

Officer Huang fired.

Meanwhile, Songstress had increased the power of her singing at the cost of disturbing her companions.

Then Goldthread and Mischievous Monkey joined the fight.

The four worked together to keep Wei occupied.

Foams of blood leaking from the corners of his mouth, Wu Dahai looked to the side at Qing Ling. “May I...touch your hand...?”

Qing Ling paused, staring at Wu Dahai.

He didn’t have a hand, not anymore. His left arm had been cut off by Wei’s blade aura, and was submerged in the pool of blood a meter away.

Qing Ling nodded, shuddering slightly. She held onto Wu Dahai’s cold robotic arm tightly and stared down at him, still struggling to find the words to say.

Wu Dahai’s eyes dimmed. He couldn’t feel anything from his prosthetic, but he still put on a happy smile.

“Is this...the hand of a girl? It’s soft, smooth, feels good...ha, haha...”

The prosthetic went limp and fell from Qing Ling’s hand, becoming nothing but a lump of metal.

Qing Ling stared at Wu Dahai’s face. It was covered in blood. His eyes were widened, and his hair floppy. He didn’t look cool at all.

She reached out to close his eyes for him.

Then she rose to her feet, an impassive look on her face, half covered in blood. She splayed her hands, and the Tang Dao and Green Dog Demon Blade returned to her.

Wielding both weapons, she rushed toward Wei.

Sensing the killing intent approach, Wei quickly whirled around.

Radiating a cold blue aura, her Tang Dao cut with ferocity.

Wei raised his left hand to block it. Then he twisted his neck to swing the sword in his mouth at Qing Ling’s face.

Clang.

Qing Ling blocked it with the Green Dog Demon Blade in her left hand.

A second later, the second weapon burst into a blue aura as well, and light blue light swirled in Qing Ling’s eyes, a sign of overflowing energy.

God of Blades had reached level 6!

She had learned dual-wielding.

Wei’s eyes darkened. His opponent had gotten stronger!

Clang, clang! Clang, clang, clang!

The two of them, with four blades between them, were locked in a fight to the death.

The flurry of slashes and quick exchanges of blows brought about ripples of powerful shockwaves, dispersing the blood fog at their feet to reveal the grass field of the running track.

Torn by their blade auras, grass scattered all over, along with the blood sprinkling from the stump of Wei’s arm. The sight of it was bizarre, to say the least.

They were both in a zone. Nothing else but their and their opponent’s weapons existed in their world.

Officer Huang lowered his guns. Goldthread, Mischievous Monkey, and all others gave up on trying to assist as well. Even Songstress had stopped singing lest she disturbed Qing Ling.

At this moment, Qing Ling and Wei had effectively signed a contract of life and death with the lord of hell. There was no turning back.

The victor and the dead would be decided in a split second.

All the others could do was wait.