Chapter 148: Only I Have the Law Chapter 148: The Injured Foreign Handsome Guy

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

Stanik answered the phone, grunted twice, then solemnly put it back in his pocket.

He tossed his white gloves to Chen Yi, then threw over a heavy sword, saying: "I formally challenge you. No matter who you get to speak for you, it's useless."

Chen Yi naturally caught the heavy sword. It was a weapon often seen in fencing matches; though called "heavy," it actually weighed only over 700 grams, about 110 centimeters long, light enough for a child to pick up and wave easily.

Holding the heavy sword level and shaking it twice, Chen Yi smiled at Liu Xinyu and said: "You're using more and more Chinese. Just now who was 'speaking for you'?"

Stanik said without concealment: "My teacher."

It seemed Mark had chosen an indirect approach.

Chen Yi smiled, waved the heavy sword twice, and said: "I've never learned fencing. Don't you think that's unfair?"

Stanik stubbornly shook his head and said: "A duel is a duel. Today, only one of us will leave alive."

The audience drew in excited breaths.

Blood splattering five steps, corpses everywhere—how martial-arts-like, how romantic!

Boys and girls love scenes like this.

Isn't this exactly the kind of life pretty female students in light clothing fantasize about all day? The great hero who kills ten men in ten steps and leaves no trace over a thousand miles, ignoring wildflowers everywhere, embracing only himself, spinning and dancing among the flowers.

They clutched their hearts, feeling the duel between the two men with all their hearts.

The air seemed to have an aphrodisiac effect, making them blush and tremble with excitement.

Stanik's handsome foreigner image and Chen Yi's image as a Chinese noble of an aristocratic family could both stir endless fantasies.

To attract a beauty's attention in a special occasion within limited time, one male student present had no choice but to drink poison to quench thirst and say: "That's Chen Yi, a student of our college, the Finance Academy. Know him? During military training, he bench-pressed 270 kilograms. Don't know what that means? He's not even human; those American fatties built like bears can't push as much as him."

The girls let out exclamations of admiration.

So even more people gathered around the male student who drank poison to quench thirst.

Seeing this, other boys thought this wouldn't do, so they also tried to find attractive events to say, starting a new stove: "You don't know, right? Chen Yi is the heir of the Chen Group, half of Jiangning belongs to their family..."

"You don't know, right? This guy once fought over a dozen foreigners alone at school, and in the end nothing happened to him..."

Bad money drives out good—precisely so.

In the end, everyone's attention focused on Chen Yi.

Only to see him neither attack nor defend, but instead plant the heavy sword upside down in the ground, saying: "You Italians are truly shameless. Why don't we use martial arts? Only legs and feet, no fists or weapons."

Stanik held the heavy sword level, his whole body filled with killing intent, saying: "I give you 10 seconds, then the duel begins."

Though it was a spur-of-the-moment decision, several hours ago he had already adjusted his body to peak condition; later, because the wait was too long, he readjusted, but Chen Yi's running completely scattered his plan. The phone ringtone and the current delay, on one hand made his momentum fade, on the other made him even angrier...

Borrowing various indirect stimulation methods, though they can improve cultivation efficiency, are negative for refining the mind.

The Stanik now was no longer the refined and elegant priest at all.

In his heart, he craved battle and blood immensely.

It seemed only these could extinguish desire, extinguish hope.

Chen Yi looked at his watch, still smiling and said: "I can at least ask why, right?"

"You are my obstacle," Stanik said as a matter of course, just as he proclaimed God's existence, saying: "Since you've influenced me in various ways, you must bear the consequences of that influence."

"I influenced you?" Chen Yi said, completely not understanding.

"It's this expression, this expression! This utter indifference!" Stanik repeated, muttering to himself: "Mark has gained a foothold on Wall Street, Lordsa has become a major landlord in Brazil, Krummel is already an important aide to a US senator. Only I have not completed the set goal, not at all."

Thinking of his confession to Han Jie a few days ago, Stanik felt regret surge in his heart. He knew in his heart that he had been too anxious, lost his calm, and naturally found it hard to win a beauty's favor.

If it were a few months ago, Stanik would have confidence to try again. But reality was that the love rival in his eyes was developing faster and faster; he even, after wiping out an entire squad of executors, made peace with Mark.

If he couldn't win Han Jie back, his status in the Vatican would plummet.

If he couldn't win Han Jie back, if he lost his status in the Vatican, what meaning was there in living?

Stanik said almost repetitively: "Pick up your weapon, let everyone see who is the coward and who is a real man."

"Are you stupid?" Chen Yi frowned and looked at the time again.

He couldn't be bothered to duel Stanik.

Though such things were satisfying, they truly lacked technical content.

So what if you win?

If you lose, it's easy for someone to bring it out and publicize it widely.

"Even if you called for help, it's too late." Stanik was full of killing intent and immediately stepped diagonally forward two steps, thrusting at Chen Yi's lumbar spine.

He comforted himself in his heart: As long as Chen Yi is killed, he can always find a way to soothe Han Jie again and then win her heart. I've fallen behind one step; I can't always fall behind.

Chen Yi sighed, had no choice but to draw the sword from the ground, and listlessly parried twice, saying: "Father Stanik, why bother?"

Stanik just shouted wah la wah la, in Italian, completely incomprehensible.

Liu Xinyu, not far behind Chen Yi, said in a low voice: "Don't kill him, otherwise the Vatican will definitely send an investigation team."

Chen Yi held the heavy sword level like a lance, thrusting back and defending while moving.

He did not answer Liu Xinyu's words.

Not far away, countless people stared at this rare duel.

The students didn't care whether anyone would die.

Although some of them reported to teachers and notified the police, Jiangning University was so large that just getting there would take quite some time.

Enough for the heavy sword to pierce the loser's heart into a hornet's nest.

In the crowd, one figure's observation was especially keen.

He did not discuss things like a bystander, nor did he have the leisure to appreciate the sword tips constantly mere centimeters from his skin; his gaze was entirely fixed on Chen Yi's dancing steps.

Steps are the essence of the Knight Combat Technique, and even more so the foundation of the Knight Step Combat Technique.

When his energy-infused limbs continuously felt a prying sensation, Chen Yi couldn't help but turn his head, locking his gaze on a short, thin figure in the crowd.

He switched to blocking Stanik's attacks while turning back to ask Liu Xinyu, "Do you recognize the person in the gray jacket with long hair in the crowd on the left?"

Liu Xinyu's keenness was only equivalent to Body Technique Level 4-5, which is Stanik's current state; how could she perceive such an elusive gaze?

She quickly looked back, then answered, "There is no such person."

Chen Yi turned his head; sure enough, the person was gone.

He thought for a moment and asked, "Song Yuan knows Appearance Disguise; does he recognize you?"

"The Organization does not use photos as primary Identity Proof, because one can get plastic surgery anytime; however, Song Yuan might recognize me."

"Why?"

"I haven't had plastic surgery."

Chen Yi let out an "Oh," and once again parried Stanik's furious attack.

The latter roared loudly, "Chen Yi, be serious, I will kill you."

"Laugh when you've done it." Chen Yi returned a move, smiling as he asked Liu Xinyu, "We can pretend Jin Douna got plastic surgery to look like you, and you got plastic surgery to look like Jin Douna. However, you should still notify Zhu Guangliang and have him come to Jiangning University to catch Song Yuan."

Liu Xinyu took out her mobile phone while saying, "Zhu Guangliang acts just like he's your man."

"Chen Family people are naturally my people." Chen Yi said, his striking speed becoming even faster.

Stanik was originally at roughly Body Technique Level 4-5; he has improved somewhat now, at most by one or two levels. In terms of combat ability, he definitely isn't as strong as Chen Yi, who is at Combat Skill Level.

However, his advantage lies in his familiarity with fencing; if competing by the rules, he could gain a significant edge.

Unfortunately, this bit of improvement cannot bridge the gap between him and Chen Yi, just like a Knight Attendant's cultivation, no matter how hard, cannot surpass a Positive Knight.

After two or three minutes, Chen Yi began to gradually seize the initiative.

His strength was immense, several times Stanik's; his Agility index was also extremely high, several times Stanik's; if not for this pervert of a Priest constantly using a mutually suicidal fighting style, the battle would have ended long ago.

Unlike young people of common social origin who dare to fight and struggle.

Children educated by the Chen Family have always paid attention to cherishing their lives.

As long as there is life, the future is forever bright.

In this world, perhaps many things are worth protecting with one's life, worth sacrificing for, but absolutely no other person's life is worth an Aristocratic Scion doing so — perhaps examining the long river of history, some Aristocratic Scions have made the decision to trade lives, but that is neither the norm, nor does it signify anything but a turbulent era.

Chen Yi fiercely stepped back, then drew his arm back, and with two large strides, swiftly struck at Stanik's chest with unparalleled speed.

The handsome foreigner's Heavy Sword had just struck empty air; now he had even lost the chance to trade his life.

He was also a quite decisive person; almost instantly he abandoned his sword and reached downward, waving his hand down to grab Chen Yi's sword.

This was naturally already Kung Fu beyond fencing.

The crowd let out a unanimous cry of alarm.

Unknown whether they were crying out at Chen Yi's victory or Stanik's bloodiness.

Chen Yi hesitated slightly, not channeling Battle Qi into the Heavy Sword; otherwise, Stanik's palm would definitely have been cut off.

Blood gushed out in an instant from the palm covered in fine gold fuzz.

Chen Yi paused for a moment, as if the Heavy Sword had truly been caught by Stanik.

Three seconds later, the pause ended.

Chen Yi thrust forward hard; the Heavy Sword, carrying flowing blood, rushed toward Stanik's heart area.

Liu Xinyu's eyes widened, she almost couldn't bear to stop Chen Yi.

However, just as the sword arrowhead was about to touch Stanik's chest, the man in the gray jacket suddenly appeared, focusing his gaze on the injured person.

Chen Yi immediately withdrew the Heavy Sword, once again bringing up a sheet of red blood from Stanik's hand.

He shouted loudly, "Naked Bear, catch him."

Naked Bear, who had long been unable to contain his impatience, leaped up and rushed toward the gray jacket's direction.

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