God-Level All-rounder Expert
Chapter 337 - 361, Uriel

Chapter 337: Chapter 361, Uriel

The blond man was none other than Uriel, and the long sword he held in his hand was a greatsword used by Western samurai, as wide as a palm and double-edged. It appeared to weigh at least several dozen pounds, yet Uriel handled it easily with one hand.

When Uriel charged forward, Fang Yi also slowly stood up, but he took his time to light a cigarette.

As Uriel closed in, a cold light suddenly burst from Fang Yi’s eyes.

Immediately after, Fang Yi leapt forward to meet him.

Uriel gripped the long sword with both hands, and in the darkness of the night, the blade reflected a chilling, icy luster under the surrounding lights. He used the most straightforward method, chopping down at Fang Yi with the sword.

Fang Yi immediately executed the Divine Travel Steps and dodged the sword strike from Uriel.

Uriel’s mouth curled into a smile and said, "To dodge a strike from me, Uriel, shows you’ve got some skill."

The next moment, Uriel gripped the sword, which weighed over thirty pounds, with one hand and swept it horizontally toward Fang Yi.

Uriel was armed, and Fang Yi was unarmed, putting Fang Yi at a disadvantage. During their brief encounter, Fang Yi had already assessed Uriel’s strength as at least Earth Level.

However, according to the Western division of power, Uriel was a level ten Samurai, much stronger than Raguel previously.

He was, after all, one of the ’Angels’ of the God of Killers Organization, not comparable to an ordinary Earth Level.

In a few exchanges, Uriel had already demonstrated his killer moves, relentlessly attacking Fang Yi’s vital points. During this process, Fang Yi was merely dodging, as he had yet to find Uriel’s weakness.

"Just dodging? Abandoned Dragon, you seem to be all bark and no bite," Uriel taunted while rapidly attacking.

"If I don’t dodge, you would be quickly defeated," Fang Yi replied coolly.

"Ha, I don’t believe that!"

Uriel arrogantly said, "Oh, and let me give you some bad news. Your two female companions that came with you are now on my colleague’s radar. If you keep dodging, those two women are likely to be ravaged by my colleague."

Fang Yi’s expression suddenly darkened, "You are courting death."

Uriel disdainfully said, "Courting death? I don’t believe it. Come on, let’s settle this, or those women will indeed suffer. After I deal with you, I’ll join in the fun too."

Uriel’s intention was clear, to provoke Fang Yi. In a battle like this, if the difference in strength wasn’t too vast, one needed to seize the opponent’s flaws to strike a fatal blow.

Clearly, Uriel excelled in this method, and he seemed as comfortable as a fish in water, constantly throwing taunts to disturb Fang Yi’s composure.

"Provoke me? Fine, I’ll let you provoke me," Fang Yi’s eyes once again erupted with a cold gleam.

The next moment, Fang Yi used the Divine Travel Steps, accelerating to his utmost speed, and charged at Uriel.

Seeing Fang Yi taking the initiative to strike, Uriel was overjoyed.

"Come, Abandoned Dragon, you will die by my sword!"

Uriel also moved, gripping the long sword with both palms and sweeping it out.

However, Uriel might have underestimated one thing, and that was Fang Yi’s speed.

When Fang Yi pushed the Divine Travel Steps to the limit, he was fast as lightning, unstoppable.

In the world of martial arts, speed trumps all!

Even if Uriel had a long sword, giving him an advantage with a weapon, what of it?

The two fought again, this time with Fang Yi taking the initiative. It was a situation with no turning back, and Fang Yi did not plan to turn back, feeling the surge of his fighting spirit.

During his time abroad, Fang Yi fought many enemies, including those like Uriel, and he found himself reclaiming that fervor, as if he was back on the battlefield.

There were no rains of bullets or fields of cannon fire, but what prevailed was the soaring fighting spirit.

Bang!

In the blink of an eye, Fang Yi landed a punch on the side of the sword’s blade, causing Uriel’s arm to momentarily spasm with a slight paralysis. This surprised Uriel, who was exceedingly prideful.

At the next moment, seizing the offensive, Fang Yi’s fist rained down like droplets, pummeling densely.

Uriel’s swordsmanship became disorganized, slashing randomly. He found it hard to believe that, armed with a weapon, the opponent could still gain any advantage barehanded under such circumstances. It was a great insult to him.

However, it wasn’t over yet. Just as Uriel was momentarily distracted, the surprise in his eyes turned to astonishment.

Uriel’s long sword was suddenly clamped from the side by Fang Yi’s palms. When Uriel tried to pull it free, he couldn’t.

"Uriel, you’re not much better than Raguel," Fang Yi mocked this time.

"Don’t compare me to that guy who stays in bed all day!" Uriel roared furiously, kicking towards Fang Yi.

However, Fang Yi had anticipated this. When Uriel lifted his foot, Fang Yi also kicked out.

Boom!

In an instant, Uriel’s expression twisted in pain, for he realized that his opponent’s calf was as hard as steel.

Fang Yi’s body was extraordinary, having been toughened since childhood with medicinal wine based on Chinese medical theories, superior to the Western methods of devilish physical training, and much stronger.

Uriel involuntarily stepped back, his grip on the long sword loosening. Then, with a twist, the sword switched to Fang Yi’s hands. Uriel’s weapon was snatched away.

Uriel couldn’t help but stare, eyes wide with fury, as he watched his beloved weapon fall into the enemy’s hands, staring intensely at Fang Yi.

"Good! Very good! Abandoned Dragon! You’ve successfully enraged me!" Uriel’s face gradually contorted.

"Your weapon is in my hands, just come and take it," Fang Yi said indifferently, "but let’s see if you’re capable."

Uriel said nothing, his eyes gleaming viciously. The next moment, he seemed resolved, pulling out something like a test tube from his pocket, containing some liquid.

Then, Uriel opened the test tube and poured all the liquid into his mouth.

Snap!

Uriel threw the test tube to the ground, staring at Fang Yi with a ferocious smile, "Abandoned Dragon, prepare to die."

Uriel seemed transformed, his eyes wild and his face filled with madness, he charged at Fang Yi.

Fang Yi coldly smiled, muttering, "H6 drug, huh? Too bad, that’s still not your own power."

He flicked the long sword in his hand, and this time, it was Fang Yi who launched an attack with the sword.

Meanwhile,

In a brightly lit room.

Remyer adjusted his glasses, revealing a gentle and scholarly smile, looking at the bloodied woman opposite him, "A Level Four Samurai, truly is not ordinary. But no matter who you are, you will leave your life behind."

Cai Qin’s expression turned serious, she glanced sideways at a young man standing not far away, Bai Mingqi.

Then, Cai Qin returned her gaze to Remyer, "The ’Angel’ of the God of Killers Organization is indeed formidable. But I have some unfortunate news for you—people from Dragon Team are on their way here. As long as I can stall you, you can imagine what will happen when they arrive."

Hearing the words "Dragon Team," Remyer’s expression suddenly changed. How could he not have heard of Dragon Team? Could the woman in front of him be a member? And more members were coming?

Although Remyer held the high rank of ’Angel’ in the God of Killers Organization, facing Dragon Team was daunting; the organization had a fearsome reputation that unsettled him.

But just then, Bai Mingqi suddenly chuckled, speaking up, "Lord Remyer, no need to worry. This woman is merely stalling for time. If someone was coming, they would have arrived by now. Why else would she be here alone dragging this out?"

Remyer was startled, then, with a cold smirk appearing on his cultivated face, he stared at Cai Qin, "Almost had me fooled."

The next moment, Remyer’s hand suddenly held a hook-tipped dagger, and he charged aggressively.

Having been exposed, a hint of resignation flickered in Cai Qin’s beautiful eyes.

"I wonder how that guy is doing..."