Chapter 1469 - 1467: Encirclement
Clang.
The red-hot sword fell to the ground, sparking a burst of fire.
Seeing this, the Iron Mask grinned awkwardly, scratched his head, and laughed, "Sorry, it’s a habit, I didn’t notice..."
Yang Chen said speechlessly, "If it weren’t for knowing you’re one of us, I would have thought someone was impersonating you!"
Iron Mask giggled awkwardly.
"However," Yang Chen glanced at the sword on the ground and said to Iron Mask, "your hidden weapon isn’t bad, impossible to guard against!"
After saying that, Yang Chen turned and left.
Iron Mask’s eyes lit up, as if taking Yang Chen’s words seriously.
He looked at Yang Chen and then vanished into the darkness.
Yang Chen was in the open, while he was in the shadows; it had always been that way, he could not be easily exposed. This time, they were fully prepared, knowing that someone was bound to take action against Yang Chen.
The end of this operation meant their objectives were completely achieved.
Yang Chen swaggered away.
He wanted people to see that no one could stop his steps.
Though just one man, he was unbeatable by the masses!
Some people hadn’t completely left, and upon seeing Yang Chen, could only hide in the corners, secretly watching, not daring to step forward.
Yang Chen’s battles had already frightened them to their core!
No one dared anymore to arrogantly challenge Yang Chen.
Miura Shinichiro was the only one, the pinnacle of a mirror flow.
They were the first and the last.
In the Samurai Realm of Beihai Country, no one dared to challenge Yang Chen again!
They were observing Yang Chen, just as Yang Chen was observing them.
Their hatred was irreconcilable; Yang Chen didn’t mind if someone else came to challenge him, then... he’d leave them with an even deeper impression.
As this thought emerged, at the crossroads ahead, a group of people stood together, blocking Yang Chen’s path.
Seeing this, Yang Chen’s lips curled.
As Yang Chen approached, he heard the group say,
"He’s alone, if we all go, he definitely won’t be a match!"
"Perhaps we can’t defeat him individually, but as a group of skilled fighters, we will definitely destroy him!"
"For Beihai Country!"
"For the Samurai Way!"
"Kill him!"
...
The group seemed to draw courage.
These were all people who fancied themselves as proficient swordsmen, gathered together, preparing to kill Yang Chen.
Yang Chen saw them and laughed.
He felt like he had suddenly become the villain, and these were teams assembling to resist the villain?
The feeling was quite peculiar!
Yang Chen looked at them and said coldly, "What? Here to die?"
"Bastard!"
They cursed in rage.
"Damn you! You’ve gone too far!"
"We’re definitely going to kill you here today!"
"Maybe we’re not your match individually! But united, we can surely kill you! Like how one chopstick can be easily broken, but ten chopsticks can’t be broken as easily, let alone a hundred? I believe that as long as we’re united, you won’t be our opponent!"
...
Hearing this, Yang Chen couldn’t help but clean his ears, using such an old parable to speak to him felt even more awkward.
"Don’t you always emphasize the spirit of the Samurai Way? So why now are you attacking one with many?" Yang Chen said.
A few people’s faces flushed, exchanging glances, deciding to ignore the question.
"For you, the Samurai Way doesn’t exist! As long as we beat you, we’ll gladly become sinners!"
"Only by killing you can we save the Samurai Way!"
"You’re the greatest enemy of the Samurai Way, stop making excuses!"
"Stop talking to him, let’s do it! Kill him!"
Someone raised a sword and rushed at Yang Chen.
Seeing someone make a move, the others also drew their swords and rushed forward.
Yang Chen shook his head slightly, sighed, "So many people rushing to their deaths, why bother?"
As someone swung a sword at Yang Chen, he raised his hand.
Clink!
A short dagger blocked the sword.
The other swords swung over as well.
With a flick and push of the dagger in his hand, Yang Chen turned the sword he blocked to fend off these swords.
To deal with these people, Yang Chen didn’t need much strength; just some technique was enough to toy with them.
Seeing the fight, many people gathered quickly.
"Good job! Finally, someone is stepping up!"
"Only with responsible warriors like this can we maintain peace in the Samurai Realm!"
"Go for it!"
"Well done!"
"I believe in you all!"
...
These people had just gathered, cheering encouragements.
Only to see a group of people being effortlessly toyed with by Yang Chen alone.
When Yang Chen told them to go left, they fell to the left like dominoes.
When Yang Chen told them to go right, they moved right as if pulled by a string.
To Yang Chen, these people who fancied themselves skillful were like puppets.
Yang Chen coldly laughed, bored, flicked his hand, throwing their swords away.
Clatter.
The swords fell all over the ground.
The attackers were dumbfounded, and so were the onlookers.
The onlookers exchanged glances and then scattered like a wave.
Soon the street was empty except for Yang Chen and a few people on the ground.
At this moment, a ginger fat cat, owned by no one in sight, walked by, glanced at Yang Chen and them, meowed lazily, and left...
Yang Chen looked at them, coldly saying, "Trash like you, I’ll take on as many as come! Don’t talk about ten chopsticks; I’ll still cut a hundred with one slash! Get lost!"
Yang Chen’s shout hit their ears as if receiving amnesty, they immediately scrambled to grab their swords.
Seeing this, Yang Chen immediately shouted, "Stop! Who said you could take the swords, these are my spoils of war!"
The crowd froze in their tracks, hesitating.
Someone, unwilling to give up, turned back to bow to Yang Chen, "A sword is a samurai’s life. To you, it’s perhaps a trophy, a decoration, but for us, it’s more important than life itself! Please return it to us!"
Hearing this, Yang Chen couldn’t help but coldly laugh, "More important than life? Then come take it! As long as you win, the sword is yours!"
The group was like they had their throats clasped, unsure of what to say.
Yang Chen coldly laughed, mocking, "More important than life! If it’s important, then trade your life for it! Otherwise, get lost!"
Though reluctant, choosing to preserve their lives, they ran away.
They didn’t dare trade their lives for the sword; with money, they could buy another, but without life, everything would be lost.
However, after seeing Yang Chen’s next move, they were so furious their faces turned blue.