Chapter 262

Swish!

A streak of blood-red light slashed through the sky, as if tearing apart the air!

Seeing this, Su Rui had no choice but to retreat sideways!

At this moment, he felt the space around him was about to be sliced apart! The biting cold wind seemed to have turned into blades, making resistance utterly impossible!

How razor-sharp was that slash!

Such an attack is far beyond what a regular genin could possess!

Under such a razor-sharp assault, Su Rui found no opening to counterattack—he could only rely on his tough body to endure it, or he would surely lose!

"Get out of my way!" Su Rui roared, swinging both knives in unison to block!

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The crimson blade aura instantly engulfed Su Rui's two knives!

This Japanese man's sword technique was brutally fierce—if he landed a hit, Su Rui would likely suffer broken bones and snapped tendons, or even be split open alive!

Unfortunately, Su Rui's two super battle knives had been upgraded to the quality of four-pronged daggers, their resilience exceptional; though the blades trembled violently from the impact, they refused to be split!

"Hehe, I didn't expect your weapon to be this resilient, but so what if it's strong? I'll keep chopping anyway!"

With that, his blade suddenly twisted, slipping right through the gap between the two crossed knives!

Seeing the danger, Su Rui kicked out violently with his right foot!

But Kuchiki Senya's attack speed was too fast—even Su Rui's reflexes couldn't keep up!

Boom!

Su Rui was kicked flying!

And Kuchiki Senya's blade had just grazed his neck, carving a horrifying gash across it!

Blood spurted!

Su Rui crashed down five meters away!

He clutched his neck, staring at Kuchiki Senya's cold, sinister face, and said: "We've never interfered with each other—why must you pursue me to the death?"

"Heh, Chinese brat, you're not even worthy to bargain with me. I came here today to kill you..." Kuchiki Senya narrowed his eyes. "And now, I've changed my mind—I'll break your arms and legs, drain your cultivation, and make you wish you were dead."

He paused, fixing his gaze on Su Rui with a mocking smile: "Of course, don't even dream of escaping—in this state, even if you grew wings, you couldn't fly away."

Su Rui held his two knives across his chest and said: "Then let's see who wins—no one knows yet."

"Heh, you're just a beginner-stage jōnin—do you really think you can beat me?" Kuchiki Senya asked.

Yet he didn't know that Su Rui's previous performance had far surpassed that of a jōnin.

"Chinese martial arts are vast and profound—even the most basic techniques hold power you cannot comprehend," Su Rui said.

He was waiting for an opening.

At this point, Su Rui realized his enemy chose to slowly wear him down with a blunt blade for two reasons: one, to exhaust him with overwhelming fatigue; two, to drain his stamina and cause excessive blood loss, lowering his combat effectiveness.

This tactic was indeed despicable.