696. The Black-Clad Man’s Forbidden Technique / 697. Slaying All the Men in Black

Seeing this, the man in black looked surprised. "What a strange brat. You can still fight after taking my attack? Unbelievable. But I won’t hold back anymore. This time, you’re definitely going to die!"

Izayoi laughed. "I know. But I have to kill you too!" As soon as he spoke, a powerful aura surged upward. It was far stronger than before, and Izayoi’s strength rose once again.

Izayoi’s aura grew stronger and stronger, while the man in black became increasingly shocked.

"Impossible! How did he become so powerful? But so what? I’ll still make you die!"

The man in black gritted his teeth. Then his figure suddenly blurred, as though he had turned into a cloud of mist. Before Izayoi could see clearly, he found himself engulfed by the fog.

Izayoi inwardly cried out that something was wrong and hurriedly circulated his power to defend himself. But he was too weak, and the mist soon swallowed him whole. Then Izayoi vanished.

Soon, Izayoi appeared before the man in black, his sword already striking the man’s shoulder,

only to be rebounded by an inexplicable resistance.

The man in black sneered. "An attack of this level can’t do anything to me!"

Izayoi’s heart skipped a beat. He had never expected himself to be unable to break through this mist. Despair immediately rose within him. Am I really going to die here?

No. Although this mist can trap people, as long as I attack it, I can still break it. Those words suddenly surfaced in Izayoi’s mind.

Izayoi was immediately invigorated. He began launching attacks like mad.

Yet Izayoi failed to notice the sinister smile on the man in black’s face.

After Izayoi’s attacks proved ineffective, the man in black began attacking again. At this moment, Izayoi finally found a way to strike back and concentrated all his force at a single point.

He attacked the mass of mist. Izayoi’s force slammed into the fog with a thunderous boom.

Izayoi felt his force being bounced back by the man in black’s power, and a bad feeling immediately welled up inside him.

Just then, golden light appeared in Izayoi’s eyes. He felt as though he could see through the man in black, and he directly struck the man’s shoulder with his sword.

This time, he wounded the man in black. The man muttered an incantation, and darkness enveloped his body. His strength soared dramatically.

Izayoi was severely injured once more. The man in black pressed his sword against Izayoi’s throat, about to kill him.

Just then, golden light suddenly appeared on Izayoi’s sword. Izayoi was overjoyed and swung his blade, cutting off the man in black’s head.

The Black-Clad Man’s Forbidden Technique

After killing the man in black, Izayoi could finally touch the ornate flute on the table. He carefully picked it up and brought it to his lips. With only a light blow, he felt boundless power surge through his body. He was greatly shocked. He had never expected the flute to be so magical.

It could so clearly and drastically enhance one’s strength. It was simply too powerful. Just then, a group of black-clad men appeared before him, each of them highly skilled.

The moment they saw Izayoi, they charged straight at him and continuously launched attack after attack. Izayoi hurriedly dodged. These black-clad men were truly powerful.

But Izayoi’s strength was now completely different from before. He believed that with his current power, he could definitely kill these black-clad men.

With that, he charged toward them. He had thought he could easily take them down.

However, that was merely his own wishful thinking. These black-clad men were not afraid at all. Instead, they attacked him even more fiercely.

What’s going on? Are these people not afraid of me at all? Or do they know that my strength has increased greatly, so they aren’t afraid of me?

He looked at the black-clad men before him in confusion, but their offensive only became fiercer.

Since you aren’t afraid of me, don’t blame me! he thought, and the weapon in his hand began to move in an instant.

By then, his body had grown increasingly weak, for he had consumed too much energy. This time, he had used far too much true qi.

His face grew paler and paler, while beads of sweat covered his forehead. He looked utterly exhausted.

He knew he did not have much true qi left, so he had to deal with the enemies before him quickly. Otherwise, he feared he would not be able to hold on much longer.

He continuously swung his longsword, cutting down wave after wave of black-clad men. Yet these men seemed to have no awareness of death and continued attacking him. He no longer knew what to do.

He knew that if the battle continued like this, the final victory would definitely be his. But could he really hold on?

A thought suddenly flashed through his mind, and his eyes instantly lit up. He had come up with an excellent idea!

Having figured it out, he immediately gathered every last bit of inner power in his body and explosively released all of it. With a deafening boom,

his body instantly staggered several steps back. He raised his head and looked toward the sky, only to discover that he had driven the black-clad men back.

He threw back his head and laughed several times, then began gasping heavily.

"I’ve finally found a way to counter these black-clad men." Izayoi’s eyes lit up, and a powerful pressure radiated from his body.

That powerful pressure descended upon the black-clad men, instantly rendering them unable to move.

Taking advantage of their immobility, Izayoi accelerated and charged toward one black-clad man after another. His moves were incredibly fierce, and he quickly killed most of them.

Then he turned his gaze to the remaining black-clad men. This time, he would root them out completely and kill every last one of them.

Kill All the Black-Clad Men

Faced with Izayoi’s formidable strength, the black-clad men were clearly panicking. They chanted incantations, and a dark current of air enveloped them all. Izayoi was greatly shocked, because he knew they had clearly used some kind of forbidden technique. Although the backlash of this technique was severe, its destructive power was equally immense.

Sure enough, after the black current of air dispersed, every one of the black-clad men had become extremely powerful. They charged toward Izayoi at high speed, seemingly intending to kill him outright.

Izayoi unleashed the pressure he had used earlier again, but when it fell upon the black-clad men now, it seemed unable to stop them at all.

Very quickly, the black-clad men rushed before Izayoi. All kinds of attacks came crashing down on him.

Izayoi did not dare to be careless. He could only defend while retreating. This situation made him miserable. If he did not evade, he would eventually be struck, and then he would truly be doomed.

Izayoi could only flee now. He merely hoped he was fast enough to escape this troublesome place.

But to Izayoi’s disappointment, just as he was about to escape, dozens more black-clad men appeared before him.

These black-clad men held longswords in their hands. Their gazes were icy, and they looked at Izayoi as though he were already dead.

Izayoi glanced at them and realized these black-clad men were not easy to deal with. Moreover, the longswords in their hands seemed to be exceptionally powerful divine weapons.

Damn it, what is wrong with these guys? Why do they keep chasing me? Izayoi looked around. By then, he had been completely surrounded by the black-clad men and could not escape at all.

Suddenly, a black-clad man stabbed Izayoi in the back with a dagger. Izayoi immediately felt intense pain spread throughout his body, while blood gushed endlessly from the wound.

Izayoi endured the pain and turned around, only to see twenty or thirty black-clad men advancing toward him from behind.

Izayoi was horrified. He knew that if this continued, he would definitely die here. But he had no way out. He had to think of another solution.

What worried him most was being besieged by these people. At that point, he truly would have no chance of escape.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. He felt that he should not die here.

He was unwilling to accept it. He felt that he should fight for the rights that belonged to him, not die here. Yet he could do nothing, only wait helplessly for death. He absolutely could not accept such an ending.

His heart was filled with helplessness and sorrow, but now he did not even have a chance to call for help.

That was because the black-clad men around him were all extremely powerful. They possessed extraordinary strength, and even he was no match for them now.

The more he thought, the angrier he became. Then he remembered that he still had a medicinal pill he had not used. He quickly took it out from his robes and swallowed it in one gulp.

At once, a warm current filled his body, making him feel warm all over. He was pleasantly surprised. He had never expected the pill to be so effective.

Even his fists felt stronger. He could feel that his strength had increased greatly, and he should now be able to deal with these black-clad men.

The Multicolored Sword

Feeling the endless powerful strength within his body, Izayoi was filled with confidence. He believed he would soon kill all these black-clad men. He looked toward them, and they were greatly shocked, unable to understand why all of Izayoi’s injuries had recovered.

Just then, Izayoi charged at them. He moved at incredible speed, and his sword swiftly cut through one black-clad man’s body, causing blood to pour from it.

The other black-clad men were even more shocked by the sight. They all retreated, but Izayoi pursued them relentlessly.

Izayoi’s longsword soon pierced another man to death. Then he rushed forward and began fighting the second black-clad man.

The second black-clad man was also an expert, and he quickly evaded Izayoi’s attack.

"Humph!" Izayoi snorted coldly. The sword in his hand immediately transformed into countless streaks of light, instantly enveloping three other black-clad men. Their bodies gradually turned transparent.

In the end, they vanished without a trace, leaving not even bones behind.

Izayoi withdrew his longsword and looked up. The black-clad men had all been frightened out of their wits.

Soon, they fled outside the room. Izayoi quickly chased after them. He had no intention of letting them escape.

Izayoi was incredibly fast and soon caught up with one black-clad man. He directly cut the man’s throat with his sword, then charged toward the others.

Seeing this, the remaining black-clad men fell into despair. They had never expected Izayoi to be so powerful. They were no match for him at all.

But they were unwilling to surrender without a fight, because they still had companions. If they died, their companions would not survive either.

With that thought, determination appeared in their eyes. They decided to fight Izayoi to the death.

"Aaaah!" Amid miserable screams, the five men’s bodies all turned into blood rain, scattering at Izayoi’s feet. They had fought with the resolve to die, hoping to stake their lives against Izayoi, but they had failed.

Izayoi looked at the corpses lying on the ground, his expression somewhat grave. He had never thought he would be able to kill those five people. Although he had paid a considerable price, he had still done it.

He continued looking at the remaining black-clad men before him and rushed toward them at high speed. Now, he would kill every last one of them.

Izayoi was too fast. He quickly rushed before several black-clad men and kicked one of them. The man’s body immediately flew backward.

Then he charged toward another black-clad man, pinning him beneath his foot.

Izayoi then raised his sword and thrust it down. With a wet squelch, a head fell to the ground.

After rolling to one side, the severed head continued struggling without cease.

Seeing this, a cold smile appeared on Izayoi’s lips. Then he turned to look at the others.

Izayoi’s figure vanished in an instant. When he reappeared, he was behind a black-clad man. He thrust his sword through the man’s heart.

Then he appeared before another black-clad man and directly cut off his head.

In no time at all, Izayoi had killed every one of the black-clad men.

Split in Two

Just then, Izayoi discovered that one black-clad man had escaped while he was not paying attention. Izayoi hurriedly chased after him. "You bastard, stop running!" Izayoi shouted.

Izayoi watched the black-clad man’s figure run farther and farther away. He knew he absolutely could not give up.

Once he gave up, he might never catch him again. Izayoi immediately used his fastest speed to chase after the black-clad man.

Izayoi released a sword blast from his blade and slashed it toward the black-clad man. The sword blast flew straight at him, but the man dodged it.

"Aah! You bastard, you actually dared to sneak attack me!" the black-clad man yelled. He turned around and struck toward Izayoi’s head with his palm, intending to kill him.

"Humph!" Izayoi sneered. He lightly tapped the ground with his right foot, then rose into the air, evading the black-clad man’s attack.

When the black-clad man saw that Izayoi could fly and was so fast, fear immediately arose in his heart. He tried his best to shake Izayoi off.

But the black-clad man did not know that Izayoi possessed a mysterious supernatural ability. His speed was far greater than the man’s.

Seeing that he could not shake Izayoi off at all, the black-clad man came up with an idea. "You bastard, stop following me! If you keep following me, I’ll kill you!" he roared, then stopped in his tracks.

Izayoi was stunned. He had not expected the black-clad man to stop, so he quickly descended and walked up to him. "You bastard, why did you suddenly stop running? Are you scared?" Izayoi asked with a smile.

Seeing that Izayoi had finally stopped, the black-clad man snorted. "Humph! You little brat, I’m going to teach you a proper lesson now."

As he spoke, the black-clad man took out a sword. The blade was multicolored and looked exceptionally strange.

The black-clad man gripped the multicolored longsword and began swinging it. In an instant, a fierce storm appeared and swept toward Izayoi.

"Ah! What is that thing? It can even change shape?" Izayoi stared in shock at the multicolored longsword in the black-clad man’s hand.

"Hehehe, I’ll show you the power of my sword." As he spoke, the black-clad man pounced at Izayoi with incredible speed, like a cheetah.

Izayoi had not expected the black-clad man to possess such a magical weapon. Left with no choice, he hurriedly used a technique to soar through the skies and burrow through the earth, flying upward while slashing at the man with his sword.

The two swords collided with a deafening bang. Two flashes of light followed, and the entire world was swallowed by blinding whiteness. Then the light faded.

Izayoi fell from the air, but he did not give up. Instead, he hurriedly charged toward the black-clad man.

"Humph, you still dare resist me? Then I’ll cripple you first, and afterward, I’ll torture you slowly." The black-clad man sneered and swung his multicolored sword.

The sword struck Izayoi’s leg, carving a gash into his thigh. Blood flowed continuously from the wound.

Izayoi was greatly shocked by the sword’s attack power. He snorted coldly, raised his sword, and slashed at the black-clad man. He had decided to stake everything on this fight and kill him no matter what.

Having made up his mind, Izayoi increased his speed.