Light Fortress
Chapter 136 - 124: The Long Night (Part 2)

Chapter 136: Chapter 124: The Long Night (Part 2)

"Boom!"

This punch was like thunder.

The sounds of explosions filled the river’s surface, hard to imagine they were produced by a mere human body.

Crow’s fist struck against the Heavenly Curtain, that thin layer of arclight almost twisted out of shape by the impact, teetering on the edge of shattering... It was then that the Transcendents of the Sincere Heart South Hall understood the second meaning within Crow’s earlier words.

He intended... to shatter the Heavenly Curtain!

The droplets of water on the river’s surface began to tremble violently. The Heavenly Curtain that enveloped the area allowed the rules within its domain to be rewritten, comprising their biggest home-field advantage... If the Heavenly Curtain were to break, the outcome of this battle could already be determined.

"Kill—"

Wu Yong, brandishing his sword, charged forward. He did not hesitate to launch an assault towards the man at the far end of the river.

The battle tonight was never meant to be a dragged-out fight. He saw himself as a starving wolf, Song Ci as a mighty lion—pouncing, clashing head-on, it was time to decide the victor!

Following Wu Yong’s charge, the fat old fourth with Finger Tiger followed closely behind.

The riders of the convoy drew their long blades and short swords. In a moment, flames blazed on the river, a tumultuous wind turned, and thunder roared— the Transcendents of the Sincere Heart South Hall surged forth. The mist and ice on the river shattered into haze and fragments at this moment—

At the back of the convoy.

Qi Lv set up his sniper rifle, took a deep breath, and his eagle eye opened once more.

In his vision, the man’s shadow suddenly blurred again. This was no slight sway of dynamic perspective but an actual splitting.

Qi Lv thought he was experiencing an illusion.

Song Ci’s figure went from "one"... to nearly overlapping, branching out in all directions like "ten thousand".

Or, even more.

...

...

Wu Yong quickly closed in on Crow.

The man in the thin floral shirt bore no weapons, just a pair of fists.

Twenty years of sword practice.

The day his foster father took him back to the Sincere Heart Association, he invited a highly reputed sword master from Yinghai to personally teach him the practical sword techniques for slaying enemies. The sword master praised his talent, dubbing him a once-in-a-decade prodigy, with a character nearly fused with sword spirit.

In the sword skills he practiced, the fastest one was the Sword Drawing Skill. This technique was not flashy, no majestic poses or flowing movements, often just a glint of arclight, shining only after someone had been killed.

The Great Success of Sword Drawing Skill was invisible as the sword left its sheath.

The only sound was a crisp clink when the sword was sheathed. Then the head would fall, followed by the slow drawing of the sword, which would not even have a drop of blood on it.

Killing imperceptibly.

On the day he graduated, his master told him the most important thing about this sword skill was not the speed of drawing, but always holding on to the conviction of absolute victory. With the confidence of certain victory, one could always draw the fastest sword and win every duel.

But once you lose faith in your sword,

the Sword Drawing Skill also loses hope of victory.

Wu Yong’s Sword Drawing Skill had never failed. He had more than once slain High Order Transcendents. And this time was no exception; he was confident that if Crow let him get close enough, he could strike him down with his blade.

Almost there.

Fast approaching.

Wu Yong moved at an incredible pace, his legs a blur, his body almost parallel with the river surface, like an arrow loosed from a bow. His eyes discarded everything else, focusing solely on Song Ci.

The other did not dodge or move.

Now!

But just before the collision, Crow suddenly moved. His figure blurred instantly, and such a blur was beyond Wu Yong’s eyesight. He felt as if shadows flickered before him, and among them, one shadow stomped down in a flash.

A mass of river water exploded suddenly.

Wu Yong’s pupils contracted in an instant, instinctively wanting to draw his sword to slice through the water curtain, but the sense of life-and-death crisis made him suppress the urge. He knew that this was within the domain of the "Heavenly Curtain," everything under his eldest brother’s control.

The next moment, the group of water droplets that had exploded out of nowhere diffused into an extremely thin mist in an instant.

The master of the Heavenly Curtain had altered the properties of the river water.

The moment his vision cleared, Wu Yong felt a chill down his spine.

A black shadow flashed before his eyes.

Instead of retreating, Song Ci advanced; in that instant, he darted forward, and the two collided emphatically.

"Clang—"

Sword drawing.

No longer silently killing, the noise of the sword being drawn from the scabbard was even more grating than the mocking caws of distant crows.

Wu Yong couldn’t comprehend any of it—

In just a blink of an eye, Song Ci had nearly pulled him into an embrace.

A palm pressed down on his own hand; he wanted to draw his sword to kill the enemy, but as the blade emerged an inch from the scabbard, it was pressed back an inch.

In the end, the cold light shattered inch by inch within the scabbard, Song Ci withdrew his hand, allowing Wu Yong to draw his sword, only to find a sheath full of fragments and a hilt tightly gripped in his hand.

Song Ci’s expression was calm, his face without any emotion, quietly watching Wu Yong.

He was waiting for the other’s next move.

But Wu Yong did nothing. After drawing the hilt, he stood there frozen solid like a wooden statue.

In that moment, Wu Yong finally understood what his master’s teaching meant before he left to make his own way... He had another long sword at his waist, but now he didn’t even have the courage to draw it.

He realized he had made a grave mistake.

Song Ci was indeed a lion.

But he was not a hungry wolf... He was more like a ludicrous ant.

"Is that all?"

Song Ci spoke softly, and Wu Yong looked up with a lost expression.

He saw a fist growing large in his field of vision, until it finally landed on his face.

Crow’s punches were painful.

This was something the entire Sincere Heart Association knew... but only those who had truly been hit knew just how painful that punch was.

"Boom!"

The water curtain burst apart, and Wu Yong’s body was smashed into the river with a punch, like a collapsing building.

As Wu Yong fell into the water, Song Ci mercilessly followed up with a powerful kick, sending his adversary’s body skimming across the river like a stone, creating wave after wave.

"Second brother!"

A roar of rage echoed over the river.

That roar drew Song Ci’s attention.

He surged forward with a knee strike that landed right on the chin of Lao Si, the fat man wearing Finger Tigers.

This time it was a mid-air spinning kick.

The running group of dozens was scattered by a corpulent figure, someone tried to catch the fourth leader of South Hall, but instantly regretted it the moment they raised their hands as the immense force transmitted to their arms caused them to fracture.

The reason Qi Lv, at the rear wielding a gun, looked deathly pale was not because he had consumed a lot of spiritual power to maintain his "Hawkeye,".

It was because the scene before him was utterly shocking.

One figure after another surrounded Song Ci, and then one figure after another was sent flying with great force, like sandbags, like sacks.

The long night on the riverbank was shattered.

A flock of dormant crows flapped their wings and cried out loudly.

There was a disguised hungry wolf among the flock of sheep, feasting to his heart’s content.