Chapter 25: Zhao Tianqi, Zhao Tianming

As that warrior crashed to the ground,

shock and unwillingness before death still lingered in his wide-open eyes.

The psychological defenses of the remaining few Professionals who had still wanted to put up a stubborn resistance completely collapsed at this moment!

"Devil! He's a devil!"

"Run! Run quickly!"

Screaming, they no longer cared about any formations or commands.

Like frightened rabbits, they turned their heads and fled frantically toward the depths of the dense forest.

However,

wanting to escape now?

Too late!

Yasuo's figure was like a soul-reclaiming lightning bolt.

The cold sword blade traced arcs of death under the moonlight.

Every time the sword light flashed, it was inevitably accompanied by a shrill scream and a burst of flying blood.

He was like the most efficient Grim Reaper, ruthlessly following behind those routed fugitives.

Precisely harvesting one vibrant life after another.

"Squelch!"

"Squelch!"

Screams and the sound of weapons piercing flesh rose and fell in the silent night forest,

forming a horrifying symphony of death.

…

On a clearing in the distance,

the campfire crackled.

The leading youth in brocaded clothes looked with a gloomy expression toward the direction of the dense forest where the battle was taking place.

His brows tightly locked, he turned to Jasmine beside him, whose face was as pale as paper.

"How is the battle situation now?"

Jasmine closed her eyes, her delicate body trembling slightly, fine cold sweat seeping from her forehead.

A moment later, she abruptly opened her eyes, her voice carrying uncontrollable fear.

"It… it seems… they're… they're all dead…"

The youth's pupils suddenly constricted.

"What do you mean?!"

"The dozen or so people sent over are all dead?!"

Jasmine nodded with difficulty, her eyes filled with lingering fear after surviving a catastrophe.

"That person… is too strong! He is simply a killing machine!"

"Our people… in front of him, are simply vulnerable to a single blow!"

"Trash! A bunch of trash!"

The youth flew into a rage, abruptly kicking over the campfire rack beside him, sending sparks flying in all directions.

"What use is there for the guild to keep this bunch of good-for-nothings?!"

"A dozen people! They can't even handle a single person from the other side!"

His chest heaved violently with anger, his face turning livid.

Behind him, two middle-aged men with steady auras exchanged glances, yet their faces carried a hint of relaxed smiles.

One of them stepped forward, cupped his fists, and said, "Young Master Mo, calm down."

"No matter how strong the opponent's strength is, they are only at level nine."

"Just because a mob cannot solve it doesn't mean we cannot solve it either."

The other middle-aged man also smiled and added, "Exactly, Young Master Mo."

"Let the two of us brothers make a move and solve this trouble for you."

"However, Young Master Mo, we had an agreement beforehand."

"After slaughtering that kid, the remuneration of one hundred thousand Daxia Coin per person for our two brothers cannot be less."

The youth known as "Young Master Mo" was extremely irritated at this moment.

He waved his hand impatiently: "Understood, understood!"

"Would this Young Master lack this bit of small change from you guys?"

"As long as you can slaughter him for me, let alone one hundred thousand, two hundred thousand is fine!"

"Hurry up and go! Don't let him run away!"

These two men were capable generals under his father's command, the brothers Zhao Tianming and Zhao Tianqi.

Both of them were veteran Professionals above level thirty, with extremely rich combat experience.

Originally, Young Master Mo had only called them over to hold the line just in case.

He had never imagined that dealing with a mere level-nine minor character would actually require enlisting these two great deities to make a move.

But the current situation seemed to no longer allow him to choose otherwise.

Just as they were speaking,

"Thud!"

a disheveled figure stumbled and crawled out from the distant dense forest.

His face was covered in blood and filth, his clothes were torn to shreds all over, and his eyes were filled with extreme terror.

"Young Master Mo! Young Master Mo, save me!"

That person crawled at Young Master Mo's feet, his body trembling like a chaff sieve.

"Dead… they're all dead! The brothers… are all dead!"

"That person… he isn't human! He's a monster! He's a demon crawling out from Hell!"

Young Master Mo's expression grew even uglier, and he kicked that person away with one foot.

"Good-for-nothing!"

"They're all dead! Why didn't you go die?!"

He suddenly noticed that Jasmine beside him was trembling even more violently, her teeth even chattering.

Young Master Mo frowned and said, "What's wrong with you again? Trembling like this?"

Jasmine's voice carried a crying tone, filled with despair.

"Young Master Mo… that person… it seems he deliberately let him back…"

"He… he wanted to know our specific location…"

"He… it seems… has already come over!"

Before the words fell!

"Rustle…"

Slight footsteps came from the shadows of the forest not far away.

A slender and upright figure slowly walked out.

Moonlight poured down, illuminating his slightly vicissitudinous yet exceptionally stern face, as well as the dark iron longsword in his hand stained with small spots of blood.

One man, one sword.

Just like that, quietly, stepping toward them step by step.

Clearly it was only a single person, yet it felt as if it carried the suffocating oppression of tens of thousands of troops and horses!

Young Master Mo looked at that figure, a flash of violence and cruelty passing through his eyes.

The corners of his mouth split into a ferocious grin.

"You've come just in time!"

"It saves this Young Master the trouble of going to look for you!"

He suddenly turned his head, looked at the two Zhao brothers, and said sharply, "Zhao Tianming! Zhao Tianqi!"

"Next, it's up to your performance!"

"Don't let this Young Master down!"

Zhao Tianming and Zhao Tianqi exchanged glances, walking out from behind Young Master Mo with calm expressions.

Zhao Tianqi's figure was slightly thin, with a hint of a cynical smile on his face.

He looked at Zhao Tianming beside him, who was burly and had a steady expression, and spoke lazily.

"Big brother, how about it, should this kid be left to me alone to practice my hands?"

"For a little fellow who isn't even level ten, I really can't muster up any interest."

Zhao Tianming appeared much more cautious.

With torch-like eyes, he carefully sized up Yasuo, who was walking over slowly, and said in a deep voice, "To be able to wipe out a dozen or so of our experts in a short time with the strength of a single person, his strength must definitely not be underestimated."

"Second brother, by no means be careless and underestimate the enemy."

Zhao Tianqi yawned dismissively, rubbing his drowsy sleep-filled eyes.

"So what?"

"Those rabble, do they even deserve to be mentioned in the same breath as our brothers?"

"In my view, it's nothing more than crushing an ant to death."

While speaking, Yasuo had already arrived a dozen meters in front of the two, stopping his footsteps.

His deep eyes calmly swept across the Zhao brothers before him, as well as Young Master Mo and the others behind them who were facing a formidable enemy.

A cold and low voice slowly sounded.

"You people, just who are you?"

"Why make a move against me?"

Zhao Tianqi sneered, his eyes filled with high-and-mighty contempt.

"Kid, if you want to blame someone, blame yourself for provoking someone you shouldn't have provoked!"

"And blame yourself for not ought to possess things that didn't belong to you in the first place!"

Before the words fell!

A cold glint flashed in Zhao Tianqi's eyes, and there was not a shred of nonsense left!

His figure moved abruptly, as fast as a ghost, instantly closing the distance between him and Yasuo!

In the air, a piercing, sharp whistling sound rang out!

A long, narrow battle saber flashing with a grim, cold light abruptly appeared in his hand, carrying an unmatched fierce wind as it hacked straight toward Yasuo's face!

Zhou Huai's pupils shrank slightly.

So fast!

This person's strength was indeed not on the same level as those small fry from before!

Seeing this, Yasuo quickly raised his sword to block!

"Clang——!"

The sound of metal clashing suddenly exploded in the silent night sky, piercing human eardrums!

Sparks flew everywhere!

A vast and immense force came from the opponent's blade edge!

Yasuo only felt his tiger's mouth go slightly numb, his figure involuntarily sliding back half a step!

Missing his strike, Zhao Tianqi had a flash of surprise in his eyes.

The corners of his mouth hooked into a bloodthirsty arc.

"Oh? You can actually block this slash of mine?"

"Kid, it seems you really do have some skills!"

"A bit interesting!"