842. Reaching the Forest / 843. A Fierce Gust of Wind

A trace of sorrow rose in his heart. He had truly been too careless. He had never expected his opponent’s martial arts to be so formidable that he had no room to fight back at all!

At this moment, the bandit walked over from the other side as well. He sneered. "Hmph! You can be considered a hero, but unfortunately, you ran into a bandit like me!"

Izayoi frowned, then unleashed a powerful burst of strength. His sword shot straight toward the bandit’s chest. His blade was so fast that the bandit could not react at all.

The bandit had never expected Izayoi to be so reckless, to actually choose to perish together with him. Caught off guard, he was stabbed in the chest by Izayoi’s sword, and an intense pain immediately spread through his chest.

Pfft!

The bandit’s body flew backward a great distance, crashed into a tree, and finally fell to the ground.

Izayoi also climbed to his feet. He clutched his chest tightly and sneered at the bandit lying on the ground.

"Haha, this is called seeking your own death. You shouldn’t have provoked me. You should know that I’m a very vengeful person. Since you provoked me, I’ll definitely tear you to pieces!"

As he spoke, Izayoi prepared to charge at the bandit again, but after taking just one step, he collapsed to the ground.

This time, a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. He wiped it away with his hand and found it covered in blood. It seemed he had been injured by that bandit.

(Obtaining money) He rested on the ground for a few seconds before standing up and charging at the bandit again.

The bandit had also gotten to his feet by then. As he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, he looked at Izayoi in secret shock.

This young man had actually survived a palm strike like that, and he even looked fairly well. How was that possible?!

Just as he was about to ask something, he saw Izayoi charge at him and sever his head with a single strike of his sword.

Rushing Into the Forest

Izayoi quickly left and entered a forest. The air in the forest was extremely fresh. At that moment, he spotted a rather large river. Izayoi walked to the riverbank, saw that it was full of fish, and felt like fishing.

"These fish all look pretty good. I’m going to have a proper fishing session!" As he spoke, Izayoi sat down, took out a fishing rod, and began moving it through the water. He really did look like an expert angler.

After about five or six minutes, a black fish surfaced from the river. Its tail was hooked by the fisherman, and it was pulled onto the shore.

The fish was a crucian carp, about a meter long, and its body was about as thick as an ordinary carp’s.

When the fisherman saw the crucian carp brought ashore, he immediately put it into the fish pond. The crucian carp kept wagging its tail, as if it were enjoying the 180 kinds of happiness of having its tail caught.

"Hehe!" Izayoi set the crucian carp he had caught aside and continued fishing. Soon, he caught a golden fish, and a surprised expression appeared on his face.

"Hey, what kind of fish is this? I’ve never seen one before!" Izayoi said in surprise, feeling extremely curious.

At that moment, a young man beside him became jealous and directly launched an attack against him.

Izayoi frowned. He had not expected this young man to suddenly dare attack him, so he drew the longsword in his hand as well.

(becc) "Kid, let me tell you, I’m an expert. Since you dared attack me, you’d better be prepared to die!"

The other party burst into laughter after hearing that, seemingly not taking Izayoi’s words seriously at all.

"If you’re an expert, then I’m a super expert."

After he said that, a glint of cold light flashed through Izayoi’s eyes, and he viciously kicked at the other man with his right foot.

Bang!

The man let out a muffled groan, and his entire body staggered backward.

"Ah?"

Izayoi looked at the other man’s expression, shock appearing on his face. He had never expected the other man to be so powerful.

"Kid, you dared injure me? I’ll kill you right now!"

The man looked at Izayoi with a vicious expression, then took a black short blade from his spatial ring and charged toward Izayoi at high speed.

Clang!

Izayoi hurriedly drew his weapon to block the short blade, but the blade carried an incomparably sharp force. Izayoi could not withstand the other party’s strength at all and was sent flying.

Pfft!

Izayoi crashed heavily to the ground and spat out a mouthful of blood. He had never imagined that this man’s strength would be so terrifying.

"I don’t care who you are, but since you provoked me, you must pay the price."

Izayoi wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, stood up from the ground, and gripped the longsword in his hands tightly.

"Flying Sky Slash!"

Whoosh!

The longsword transformed into a white streak and shot toward the other party. The power contained within it was absolutely no weaker than the short blade the other party had used just now.

That was because this sword was no ordinary sword. It had been forged from the purest metal between heaven and earth.

"Hmph, you dare show off such a trivial trick before me? You’re simply courting death!"

Seeing this move, the man snorted coldly and abruptly slashed out with the short blade in his hand. The blade light carried boundless force.

Seeing this, Izayoi hurriedly used his ultimate move. "Heaven-Shattering Slash!" The longsword split the man straight down from the head, dividing his body into two halves.

Fierce Gusts

Izayoi soon arrived in the forest. As he walked, he discovered an emerald-green spiritual herb that looked quite extraordinary. "Great! I didn’t expect such a harvest!" Izayoi smiled, then put it away.

An old man appeared before Izayoi, pointed at him, and said, "You just obtained a spiritual herb, right? Hand it over to me, or I’ll kill you!"

The old man’s tone was full of threat.

Izayoi snorted coldly and said angrily, "I found this spiritual herb. Why should I give it to you?"

Seeing that Izayoi refused to give it to him, the old man took out a longsword and threatened, "Kid, if you dare disobey me, I’ll kill you immediately!"

Izayoi retorted without showing any weakness, "Do you think you’re that strong? Don’t you just have a few treasures? What’s there to be so arrogant about? What right do you have to order me around? You’re ridiculous!"

Hearing Izayoi’s words, the old man’s face darkened, and he shouted furiously, "You’re courting death!"

The longsword in the old man’s hand suddenly began spinning at high speed. A powerful gust flowed from the sword, and its tip stabbed toward Izayoi. The sword qi was like a rainbow, immensely powerful as it shot straight at Izayoi.

Izayoi did not dare be careless. He hurriedly swung the spirit sword in his hand, colliding with the old man’s longsword and producing an ear-splitting crash.

Izayoi was sent flying back by the tremendous force.

Taking advantage of the situation, the old man flicked his longsword upward and sent Izayoi into the air again. Izayoi was startled and hurriedly circulated his power, trying to break free from the old man’s control.

Unfortunately, he was already too late. He only felt the world spin around him before he landed at the old man’s feet.

The old man struck Izayoi’s chest with a palm, making him cough up blood as his body crashed heavily to the ground.

The old man crouched before Izayoi and sneered. "Brat, let’s see what you do now. Hand over the item obediently, or else wait to be killed by me!"

The old man’s gaze was icy and filled with killing intent.

Izayoi wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, stood up, and stared coldly at the old man.

"I don’t know who you are, but I want to tell you this: no matter who you are, you’d better show some respect. Otherwise, you’ll definitely die without a burial ground!"

"Brat, no matter who you are, you’d better not be so arrogant!"

Seeing Izayoi acting so arrogantly, fury rose in the old man’s heart. He raised the longsword in his hand and slashed it toward Izayoi’s head, intending to kill him in a single move.

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Seeing this, Izayoi was startled. He hurriedly used teleportation, dodged the old man’s fatal strike, and quickly returned to his original position.

"Kid, you can’t run. Hand over the spiritual herb obediently, or I’ll make you wish you were dead!"

The old man said coldly.

"Pah!"

Izayoi cursed.

"You old dog, don’t think you’re so great just because you have a few treasures. You’re nothing but a dog, yet you think you’re a dragon! Let me tell you, if you dare hurt me, don’t blame me for showing no mercy!"

The old man was stunned by Izayoi’s words, then burst into laughter.

"Hahahaha, brat, I think you’re tired of living. You actually dared call me an old dog. But that’s fine. I was just worrying that I couldn’t find anyone to spar with, yet you came right to my door. Don’t blame me for being impolite, then!"

Hearing the old man’s words, Izayoi could not help but feel that things were going badly. This old man had actually come to use him for sparring. It seemed he had run into an expert.

With the old man’s strength, he would likely have a hard time dealing with him. He had to think of a way. Saber.

Leaping Out From the Shadows

Izayoi threw a punch. A fierce gust of wind surged from his fist, uprooting many trees and slamming them into the old man, forcing him back several steps. The old man frowned and glared angrily at Izayoi.

"Kid, you do have some skill, but with just this much strength, death is the only path waiting for you under my hands!"

As he spoke, a palm wind rose from the old man’s hand. It was like massive waves crashing against a beach, carrying a howling sound.

With a boom, the old man struck at Izayoi with his palm. Izayoi hurriedly dodged, but he was still struck by the palm wind and sent flying backward, crashing heavily onto the ground.

Izayoi stood up and looked at the old man in the distance. A cold smile formed at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were filled with fighting spirit.

"What formidable martial arts. To actually unleash such tremendous power—it really surprises me!"

Izayoi said, his heart filled with shock.

Although this old man was not very old, he could unleash such terrifying strength. This greatly surprised Izayoi, but it also filled him with fighting spirit.

"Hmph, you overconfident brat. So what if you managed to dodge my attack just now? Do you still dare fight me head-on?"

The old man looked at Izayoi with disdain.

"Hehe, you’re wrong. I did dodge your attack just now, and I also used all my strength. I really can’t dodge your attacks in that way again now!"

As he spoke, Izayoi pushed off the ground and charged toward the old man, his figure incomparably fast.

"You overconfident brat, since that’s the case, I’ll let you taste this old man’s power!"

The old man snorted coldly, and his body suddenly vanished. Izayoi released his divine sense, located the old man, and thrust his sword toward him.

Izayoi’s strike was extremely precise, piercing straight through the old man’s arm.

Hiss!

Izayoi heard a painful gasp.

The sound made Izayoi feel extremely excited.

Izayoi’s movements became even faster.

Twelve longswords, each one possessing immense destructive power. The sound of their blades slicing through the air was enough to make one’s hair stand on end, and every sweep through the air left a deep mark behind.

Izayoi’s swordsmanship was exceptionally fierce. The sword in his hand seemed to transform into a whirlwind. Every time the sword light sliced through the air, it left a deep trail in the sky. Sword light flashed…

A gash would appear in the old man’s clothes, and a sword wound appeared on his face as well.

The more the old man resisted, the fiercer Izayoi’s sword became. In the end, the old man’s right hand was severed, blood gushing wildly from the wound. Unable to endure the pain, the old man let out a miserable scream.

He dropped to his knees on the ground, his eyes bloodshot as he glared at Izayoi, filled with killing intent.

"Kid, you dared sever this old man’s right hand. I’ll never forgive you. Just wait. One day, I’ll personally cut you down!"

Izayoi sneered.

"Hehe, then I’ll wait and see. But you’d better pray you die early! Otherwise, I’ll make you wish you were dead!"

Izayoi’s 2.2 movements did not stop. Knowing that he was no match at this moment, the old man released a cloud of smoke to obscure Izayoi’s vision, then hurriedly fled into the distance.

A crazed expression appeared on Izayoi’s face, and he quickly gave chase. Yet after pursuing him for a long time, he still could not find any sign of the old man, as though the man had vanished from the face of the earth.

Izayoi frowned. He felt that this matter was far from simple.

A Strange Fruit

At that moment, the old man leaped out from the shadows. The longsword in his hand was aimed directly at Izayoi’s neck, as if he wanted to kill him in a single strike. Fortunately, Izayoi reacted quickly and used Shunpo to dodge the old man’s attack. Even so, his arm was still cut.

He glared wide-eyed at the old man before him. At this moment, the anger in his heart had reached its peak.

"You old dog, you actually dared to ambush me! I’ll never forgive you. Go to hell!" Izayoi roared as he lunged at the old man, wielding the Blood Drinker Saber in his hand.

The old man sneered, and a streak of sword qi shot toward Izayoi’s chest. 14

Izayoi could not dodge in time. The sword qi pierced through his body, blood spraying out and splashing onto the ground.