Chapter 2020 - 1831: Key Figure (Part 2)
Gude’s eyes rolled, he strode over toward Nie Wushuang and said in a deep voice, "Miss Wushuang, I saw through Lu Ke’s tricks long ago. Just now I deliberately lured him away from the area where the 3D image device was set up, then defeated him. I just didn’t expect him to turn around and attack you."
"Hmph!"
Nie Wushuang gave a cold snort and ignored Gude.
Even an idiot could see that Gude had really wanted to run just now; for him to say this now was obviously an excuse.
Gude didn’t explain further; he simply stood next to Nie Wushuang with a gloomy face and said coldly to Song Yun, "Since you’re so capable, I’ll leave Gude to you. I’ll be responsible for protecting Emily and Miss Wushuang."
Pa pa pa...
Applause came from the darkness. Lu Ke walked out, removed the black mask from his face, a trace of scornful sneer at the corner of his mouth, and said to Song Yun, "Kid, not bad, you got it all right."
"However, my nickname is Shadow Assassin, not Illusion Assassin. Do you know why? Because when I use my true strength, only a single shadow flashes, and my opponent becomes a corpse. That is my trump card. You should all be grateful—today, you’ll get to witness my real skills."
As his voice fell, Lu Ke suddenly attacked.
Sure enough, just as he’d said, a dark shadow was seen rushing at Song Yun, its speed actually not inferior to that of a Blood Clan high Earl.
Moreover, that shadow was somewhat erratic, carrying a chilling eeriness that made it hard to grasp.
Seeing Lu Ke charging over, Song Yun raised a brow, a glint of cold light flashing in his eyes.
It had to be admitted, Lu Ke’s speed was quite fast.
And he had put away the playful attitude from his fight with Gude earlier, drawing a sword over a meter long and hacking toward Song Yun.
That sword, in the dim space, gleamed with a cold light and killing intent.
The blade came down, aiming straight for Song Yun’s head.
"Watch out!"
Nie Wushuang cried out in shock, her face full of worry.
But Song Yun remained motionless.
Swish.
The blade came down, cleaving from the top of Song Yun’s head and slicing his body cleanly in two.
"Ah!"
Nie Wushuang’s expression changed drastically; she covered her mouth with a gasp.
Gude’s brows knitted tight. Thinking Song Yun had been defeated, he darted glances all around, already plotting to run again.
But just then, everyone suddenly noticed something strange.
Song Yun’s body did not spurt blood.
His figure rapidly faded, then vanished.
An illusion?
Could it be that Song Yun used his own way to give him a taste of his own medicine?
No.
This wasn’t an illusion, it was an afterimage—speed pushed to the extreme, leaving a residual shadow.
Just as everyone came to their senses, Song Yun whooshed into existence behind Lu Ke, smiling faintly as he said, "You want to compare speed with me? You’re way out of your league."
Indeed, Song Yun’s current speed had reached one step, three hundred meters, comparable to a Blood Clan low Marquis.
No matter how fast Lu Ke was, he was ultimately only a high Earl, and without the Blood Clan’s speed talent. How could he possibly be faster than Song Yun?
Hearing Song Yun’s voice behind him, Lu Ke’s body trembled. He hurriedly spun around and swung his sword.
Swish.
The blade met no resistance at all, slicing cleanly through Song Yun’s neck.
An afterimage—yet another afterimage.
"Blood Clan... Are you Blood Clan? Are you from the Desla Family?"
Lu Ke exclaimed in shock, suspecting that Song Yun was Blood Clan.
Because in his eyes, an ordinary human could never possess such speed.
If Song Yun was Blood Clan, then at this speed, wouldn’t that mean he’d already reached the strength of a low Marquis?
Cold sweat broke out across Lu Ke’s forehead at once, his heart pounding with dread.
He was strong, but in the end he was just an Earl, no match for a higher-ranked Marquis.
"I have a death feud with the Desla Family. How could I possibly be one of them?"
Song Yun’s voice sounded from Lu Ke’s left.
His figure appeared there as well.
Swish.
Lu Ke swung his sword again, still only cutting through an afterimage, failing to harm Song Yun in the slightest.
"Who the hell are you?"
Lu Ke roared hoarsely, his eyes full of fear.
Just moments ago, he had been the one toying with others; now he’d become the one being toyed with.
And he never would’ve expected that the "injured man" lying on the stretcher would possess such terrifying strength.
"I’m just a Huaxia adventurer."
Song Yun’s lips curled into a faint smile as his figure appeared in front of Lu Ke, his gaze icy as it locked onto him.
Lu Ke only felt a chill run down his spine. A vicious look flashed in his eyes, and with a sudden movement, he ignored Song Yun and turned to attack Nie Wushuang on the other side.
He planned to take control of Nie Wushuang and use her to threaten Song Yun.
Song Yun saw through Lu Ke’s intentions; his figure moved as he suddenly shot forward in pursuit.
"Miss Wushuang, be careful."
At this moment, Gude stepped out.
He spread his arms wide, shielding Nie Wushuang and Emily behind him. His eyes were full of resolve, his posture that of fearless heroism.
Seeing that Song Yun could pin down Lu Ke, he actually got excited.
This guy really knew how to act tough.
Seeing this, Song Yun, who had been planning to intercept Lu Ke, slowed his pace. A trace of mockery flashed in his gaze as he looked at Gude.
The people he looked down on the most were exactly this kind of bully-who-fears-the-strong.
"Gude, get lost!"
Lu Ke roared, swinging his sword to cut Gude down.
Gude’s strength was ultimately a bit inferior, and his courage had already been shattered by Lu Ke earlier. Seeing Lu Ke charging in with such ferocity, and with Song Yun not coming up to help, his guts instantly gave out. His figure shifted as he dodged to the side, no longer caring in the slightest about Nie Wushuang and Emily behind him.
"You..."
Seeing this, Nie Wushuang and Emily were speechless to the extreme.
"Gude, at least you know what’s good for you."
Lu Ke barked coldly, thrusting his sword toward Nie Wushuang’s shoulder.
Just as the blade was about to stab into Nie Wushuang’s shoulder, a figure suddenly rushed in from the side toward Lu Ke—it was Song Yun.
He kicked Lu Ke squarely in the waist.
His speed was too fast; Lu Ke had no time to react at all. His body took the heavy blow, his direction changing as he slammed diagonally toward the lower side.
Boom.
Lu Ke crashed to the ground, and because of the angle, he scraped up the rocks on the ground, blasting out a deep pit.
His head was cracked and bleeding, his face covered in blood. His nose slammed into the ground and collapsed entirely, his face blooming open.
Lu Ke had originally been considered quite handsome; now he was downright hideous, unfit to be seen.
The power of that kick from Song Yun, however, shocked everyone.
Lu Ke sprang up from the ground. As a High Earl, he would not be defeated so easily.
He looked at Song Yun, a thick dread in his eyes.
"Retreat, head deeper into the cave."
Suddenly, Lu Ke shouted, his figure blurring as he bolted madly toward the front of the cave.
"Hmph!"
Song Yun snorted coldly. How could he possibly let Lu Ke go? His figure flashed as he gave chase.
The two of them vanished into the darkness at the same time, their traces gone.
The remaining Werewolves and the Dark Holy See, meanwhile, were tangled in battle.
The powerful combat strength Song Yun had displayed sent the Werewolves’ battle spirit soaring.
The people of the Dark Holy See had their minds set on escaping; their fighting power waned, and they fell into a disadvantage.
Just as the two sides were locked in fierce combat, a violent surge of energy suddenly came from the cave ahead, an immense pressure that made it hard to breathe.
Boom.
Something collided with something else, and the entire cave began to tremble.
Everyone couldn’t help but look toward the front. They saw a streak of dim black light shoot out, then gradually dissipate.
From within the black light, a figure burst out—it was Song Yun.
Seeing him appear, everyone knew that Lu Ke had definitely already been dealt with by him.
The Werewolves’ fighting spirit flared even higher, pressing the Dark Holy See back step by step.
After returning, Song Yun didn’t hesitate and immediately joined the fray.
With him making a move, those people from the Dark Holy See were even more vulnerable, cut down by him like melons and vegetables.
Almost all of the enemy were slain by his hand.
When everyone from the Dark Holy See had fallen and the battle was decided, the Werewolves all let out a breath of relief, reverting to their human forms.
The battle just now had consumed a great deal of their energy.
But at this moment they didn’t feel tired at all; instead, they were endlessly excited.
Their gazes all focused on Song Yun.
Gratitude, admiration, reverence!
Song Yun was without a doubt the key figure in this battle.
Nie Wushuang walked toward him, her pretty face flushed, blinking her eyes. "Thank you, Song Yun."
Song Yun smiled. "No need to thank me. When I was unconscious, you rescued me. Of course I have to help you too."
"You’re a good person."
Nie Wushuang looked at Song Yun, a shy expression suddenly appearing on her face.
Seeing this, Gude frowned, his gaze shifting to Song Yun, his eyes filled with sinister malice.