Chapter 191: Once and for All

Since Yin Huaiyu had revealed his identity to Jing Du, managing a relationship between two people was clearly more troublesome and difficult than just one; Ling Wu looked at the silent surroundings, weighed the pros and cons for a few seconds, and made a decision.

Compared to some favorability task.

Kill them both.

Once and for all.

Ling Wu asked very politely: "May I ask, is it just the two of you?"

The location for the Sike Academy winter camp was at Muya Snow Mountain, a thousand miles away from Beidu City; thinking that bringing manpower over would not only be too large a target and attract attention, but if the commotion grew too big, there would also be a risk of exposure.

Therefore, Yin Huaiyu chose to cooperate with Jing Du.

Naturally, no other people were brought along.

He was afraid of hurting Ling Wu, so he did not bring a gun either.

Seeing that they were not speaking, Ling Wu understood in his heart: "I understand."

He leaned over to blow the dust off the table, took off his scarf and placed it on top, along with his slightly heavy overcoat, and asked while taking off his clothes: "This abandoned church, it seems the door behind me is the only exit, right?"

I don't know why.

Under the moonlight, Ling Wu's profile remained cold and beautiful, yet a sense of chilliness arose inexplicably from that gentle appearance.

Ling Wu lifted the hem of his sweater, revealing a small section of his waist and abdomen; he drew a long blade, the soft yet sharp blade quickly snapped back straight, the tip of the blade condensing with killing intent, and his gaze pierced through the air with force, bearing down directly in front of the two: "Although I don't know what you want to capture me back for, in front of the dead, the answer doesn't seem important."

No one in the church made a sound.

Yin Huaiyu stared fixedly at his movements, beautiful, too beautiful... the swordsmanship that had left him unable to forget it back in Ganan; Ling Wu's fair face was exposed to the light, his eyes bright, his hair blown by the wind pouring in through the broken window, which constituted the bright spot of the entire scene.

Ling Wu was not as robust and burly as some men, nor was he weak or delicate; he was tall and lean, his neck slender, and his temperament and posture were nearly perfect, undoubtedly the most outstanding existence when placed in a crowd.

He was a refined and introverted person.

At the same time, Jing Du was also looking at him.

When Ling Wu drew his blade, he shattered that introversion completely, his whole person becoming exceptionally flamboyant; that extreme sense of contrast, coupled with a status and power that stood above everyone else, made it impossible for anyone to look away.

Such an intense visual impact left Yin Huaiyu and Jing Du stunned for a long while, both briefly forgetting the threat of death.

"Clang!"

Ling Wu drew another long blade; holding two blades in his hands, he performed a beautiful flourish as if testing the blades, the sharp edges sliding rapidly, rippling with a dull sound of breaking through the air, slicing the air to pieces and scattering it into fragments.

"There's one more..."

Yin Huaiyu remembered that back in Ganan, he had only used one blade: "You have two blades."

"That's right."

Ling Wu stepped toward them, brandishing the blades: "In fact, I am more comfortable using dual blades."

He laughed lowly, pushing that sense of sharpness to its peak: "I believe in your efficiency; even if someone dies in the church, no one will discover it quickly. Likewise, please believe in my efficiency; my blade is fast and won't make you feel pain."

"But if you want to struggle, then I cannot guarantee that."

Jing Du understood that he had developed a murderous intent.

Was it because Yin Huaiyu threatened him with Shao Yu?

Yin Huaiyu did not repent: "Baby, you like this makes me even more fascinated; it's hard for me to guarantee I'll stand still obediently..."

Ling Wu raised his hand and slashed down: "I don't think I told you, I really hate it when people threaten me."

When he said the second half of the sentence, his gaze suddenly turned fierce.

"Bang!"

Jing Du grabbed a wooden block, saw the bright blade light crashing down, his adrenaline surged, and he reacted quickly by throwing the wooden block out; the weapon and the wood collided, the former was completely undamaged, while the wood shattered into pieces.

Ling Wu's dual blades drew silver trajectories under the moonlight; his moves were both aggressive and conservative, as if blending traditional martial arts with modern combat techniques, wide and open, and wherever the blade edge passed, blood was seen instantly!

【Such fierce combat power】

【To use a down-to-earth description, the male supporting character is like a high-burst, squishy assassin from a certain four-character mobile game...】

Yin Huaiyu retreated several steps in succession, unable to let his guard down in the slightest; he took a long stride, stepped on the wooden tables on both sides of the hall, and leaped to the iron window, using the strength of his arms to pull down two iron bars that had been somewhat corroded.

"Adu, catch!"

Jing Du's skills were not as good as Yin Huaiyu's, but they were not bad either; he could barely hold on for a few rounds under Ling Wu's hands, but his arm was slashed, and the pain somewhat limited his movements.

He immediately lowered his waist and turned to avoid the sharp edge, opened up the distance, leaped to catch the iron bar thrown over, and blocked it casually; the blade edge rubbed against the iron, the force and impact being extremely strong.

Sparks flew instantly.

"Sizzle!"

Ling Wu pressed down hard with his right arm, and within a few breaths, the iron bar was pressed onto Jing Du's shoulder by the blade edge; at the same time, his left hand held a soft blade in a reverse grip to protect his chest, and that blade slashed horizontally toward his chest.

With the force of a bamboo being split!

Just at the critical moment, Yin Huaiyu grabbed Jing Du's back collar and swung him behind him with all his might, avoiding this slash; a crescent-like arc of light followed, hacking into his shoulder, deep enough to reach the bone, and he let out a muffled groan: "Ugh..."