Chapter 64: Chapter Sixty-Three: The Madman

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Li You's words had barely fallen.

Suddenly with a "clang," his body crouched low; the long blade in his hand had already left its scabbard, a flash of cold light slicing across Cui Sanzao's neck.

Before the words behind him could emerge, his head had already soared high into the air; deep red blood gushed from his severed neck like a fountain, surging upward for a moment, then the headless corpse swayed twice before collapsing to the ground.

"Thud... thud..."

First the head hit the ground and rolled with a "gulu-gulu," then the body fell, pinning the head beneath it; like an unsteady seesaw, it swayed while spewing blood.

These two sounds, one after the other, were not loud at all, yet they were like an earthquake, causing everyone to involuntarily shrink; Wu Dading, Gao Conglong, and others nearby saw it clearly and instinctively shrank their necks.

"Damn your mother, Li You... you!"

Peng Yun roared, drew the long blade in his hand, and immediately swung to chop.

Zheng Daniu, however, was panicked and failed to draw his blade in time; his heart was greatly terrified, yet Li You did not continue striking but simply waited for the two of them to draw their blades.

Both of them used goose-feather blades, far shorter than Li You's Miao blade; after Peng Yun drew his blade, he swayed his right shoulder and chopped toward Li You's face, while Li You met him with a vertical slash...

"Ding..."

Amidst a clashing sound that made teeth ache, sparks flew everywhere; both men drew their blades to gather force almost simultaneously. Peng Yun knew his blade was short and had already planned to use a cutting-and-sticking technique; drawing his blade to gather force was to deliver a rightward upward slash to Li You.

But after Li You drew his blade, he immediately slashed vertically downward again; compared to Peng Yun, who wanted to change his blade posture, this was certainly much faster.

Peng Yun's heart and liver trembled in fear; under instinctive reaction, he could only withdraw his blade to block...

"Ding..."

Another violent impact, like the immense force of a dam bursting, poured onto Peng Yun's Hukou, wrist, and even his arm, shaking him until he felt his five viscera and six entrails jumping; moreover, the goose-feather blade in his hand had actually been chipped by the Miao blade, with a notch over an inch deep.

"I cannot win!"

Peng Yun's veteran experience told him early on that continuing like this would mean ruin; he wanted to speak words of begging for mercy, but Li You drew his blade to gather force and slashed vertically downward again...

"Ding... bang... crack..."

Peng Yun's blade shattered directly; both his wrists were broken by the immense force; he sat down on the ground with a thud, weeping and sobbing as he shouted...

"Young Master Li, spare my life... this inferior one had eyes but did not recognize Mount Taishan... we are all family; the Great Master is my..."

But Li You was completely like a repeating robot; he slashed vertically downward once more. "Pfft"—Peng Yun's head and chest were like stacked watermelons, all split in two; only when the force reached his abdomen did Li You withdraw his blade.

All this sounds slow, but it actually happened in the blink of an eye.

From Peng Yun drawing his blade to Li You's vertical slash, both men possessed absolute experience in killing; thus, three consecutive strikes were as fast as lightning. On this side, Zheng Daniu had drawn his blade and was about to charge forward when he saw Peng Yun's gruesome death!

Looking at the blood-soaked Li You, he felt as if he had seen a hellish demon; especially Li You's cold gaze gave him not the slightest courage to fight; he did not even dare to utter a single word of begging for mercy, but turned, roared like a madman, and ran quickly toward the small path of Beizhai...

Li You planted his blade in the ground, drew his bow, and nocked an arrow...

"Whoosh!"

Zheng Daniu, who had not yet run twenty steps, was pierced through the throat by an arrow; the immense thrust, combined with his own inertia, sent his entire body flying forward half a zhang, finally pinning him against a mulberry stump by the mountain path, his feet still off the ground.

"Gul..."

"Gul..."

"Gul..."

The sound of swallowing saliva rose and fell without ceasing; the entire Nanshan seemed to freeze during this slaughter lasting less than a few dozen breaths; even the miners and salt slaves on the opposite shore had each turned into statues, trembling as they watched Li You's figure over there.

As for the eighteen archers nearby, although they had mentally prepared themselves that Li You intended to establish his authority, who could have expected such an establishment of authority?

Kill when he says kill, chop when he says chop, and he killed three at once.

Only one archer surnamed Miao, who had seen Li You's skills at Mao'er Ba, though seemingly somewhat prepared, never expected such cleanliness and efficiency!

Almost all of them were terrified out of their wits; as veteran bandits, they had all killed people, but few had experienced such close-quarters bloody combat!

Remember, all this sounds slow but actually happened in the blink of an eye; from starting to draw his blade and killing Cui Sanzao, to splitting Peng Yun, and finally shooting Zheng Daniu dead with an arrow, it was all over in merely a dozen breaths.

"Killing scoundrel scholar!"

"This is a madman~"