Super Combat Soldier
Chapter 302 - 301 [Brothers, I’m Back!]

Chapter 302: Chapter 301 [Brothers, I’m Back!]

It’s not that the Thirteen Heavenly Kings weren’t strong, but rather, these four black-clad assassins—one tall, one short, one fat, one thin—were not only powerful in their own right, their weapons were even more unpredictable and peculiar. Their slaughter skill was so extreme it bordered on the abnormal. On the grounds of the villa, one could only see a massive tornado whipping up sand and stones, destroying everything around it. The villa itself was nearly blown away, amidst which countless shadows of swords, mixed with the power of thunder and lightning, struck with overwhelming force. Above them loomed a silver shield, heavy as Mount Tai, pressing down. This incredible display of slaughter skill was truly a rare sight.

The four black-clad assassins had not expected that the twelve men of the Thirteen Heavenly Kings would push them to this point; it had been many years since they last used this move.

Wuxue, Wang Jie, Bao Tianglong, and Lin Duan, these were the four most powerful individuals in the Thirteen Heavenly Kings, speaking in terms of single combat prowess. All wore grave expressions, for they were undoubtedly not weaker than the four black-clad assassins, yet they also felt that the attack was immensely powerful to an extreme degree, distortedly so, and with the four assassins working together flawlessly, there was simply no way to evade. They could only meet the force head-on. If they failed to withstand it, they would face the threat of death. No one could have foreseen that these four, with their own strength and that of their weapons, could unleash such a powerful and twisted technique.

"Stop resisting, wait for Death God’s sanction. No one has ever lived through this attack!" the short assassin said with a sinister laugh.

"Finally, we can wrap this up. It took so much effort it’s embarrassing!" the tall assassin said with disdain.

"Kill!"

Wuxue roared, his legs in a horse stance, as he gripped his hands tightly. His entire body radiated light, incredibly powerful as he now performed the most formidable move of Xingyi Boxing, called ’Eagle Hits the Sky.’

The great eagle spread its wings to strike at the heavens, never to succumb, even in the face of death. They soared between the heavens and the earth, unfettered by the rules of this world. Such was the reason for naming this technique, signifying its strength.

Boom!

A colossal eagle soared against the heavens, colliding with the silver shield, and simultaneously a figure followed the great eagle shadow summoned by his inner strength, striking back. The figure was Wang Jie, glowing all over, having reached the level where he could freely emit inner strength. With all his inner strength erupted, he set to meet the silver shield with his fists.

At the same time, Lin Duan and the others had also moved. The Seven Stars Saber became immensely huge, slicing towards the tornado. The rest poured their greatest strength into the Seven Stars Saber, facing such a formidable attack; one had no choice but to be proactive, otherwise only death awaited.

Bang!

Thud!

A massive explosion resounded, leaving the villa area shaking. In the distant lake, the water churned up fierce waves. If it were not for Wuxue and others striking directly, confronting and blocking most of the blowback, the enormous luxury villa would have been destroyed. Despite that, within a kilometer radius, everything had been leveled; the large swimming pool was already ruined, and the surrounding scenery, sculptures, and plants were all destroyed. Had the villa not been situated far from other residences, it surely would have alarmed everyone and caused innocent harm. It was reasonable then that Ye Tianchen chose such a location for Wuxue.

"These idiots, truly unaware of their impending doom, faced with such an attack and they don’t run but dare to meet it head-on, seeking death!" the short assassin sneered coldly.

"They’re all smashed into pulp!" the thin assassin said with scorn.

"Let’s go. There’s no need to chop their heads off anymore, they’re already reduced to ashes!" the tall assassin coldly put away the Fish Intestine Sword, reducing it to the size of a dagger.

"We’re off!" the fat assassin also hoisted the black hammer onto his shoulder and said.

Boom!

Just as the thin assassin was about to retract the huge silver shield that had grown immensely large, a loud noise erupted, and two figures sent the colossal silver shield flying. It could be said they burst from the ruins, covered in blood, both seriously injured. Wuxue was bleeding from the corners of his mouth, suffering significant internal damage, and Wang Jie wasn’t faring any better; his entire right arm was twisted and mangled, nearly reduced to mush, his expression gravely serious.

As for the other members of the Thirteen Heavenly Kings, they all lay on the ground. They had shattered the tornado filled with vast sword shadows and the power of thunder and lightning, and also suffered severe injuries. Lin Duan was the worst off, with a sword shadow piercing through his chest and blood gushing out, yet he stubbornly stood up. The Seven Stars Saber in his right hand shone brilliantly, an awe-inspiring sight in this heated moment of rage.

The four assassins, seeing none of the Thirteen Heavenly Kings had died and had blocked their most powerful combined strike, nearly dropped their jaws in astonishment. It was incredible; no one had ever escaped their attack before. These twelve were indeed very strong, strong enough not only to withstand their onslaught but to do so without a single casualty—an unprecedented event.

"You really are strong, respect!" the tall assassin said earnestly.

"With the twelve of you, Ye Tianchen really might have a chance to succeed," said the skinny assassin, furrowing his brow.

"What a pity that all twelve of you have to die, since you’ve already become a threat to the young master!" The chubby assassin took a step forward and declared.

Whoosh!

The short man was the first to charge forward. His feather fan had already been put away, as he felt there was no need to use it now that the twelve Wuxue had all suffered severe injuries. He launched a punch with a powerful aura directly at Lin Duan.

Lin Duan was seriously injured. Despite forcing himself to stand, holding the Seven Stars Saber tightly in his right hand, he did not take a step back; however, he had lost his ability to fight. Not only had a streak of Sword Qi pierced his chest, but he also had severe injuries of varying degrees all over his body, with the wound in his chest being the most critical.

Boom!

That all twelve Wuxue could still withstand such a tremendous attack was extraordinary. Remember that they were not fighting against four assassins, but against four different divine weapons, each with terrifying, overwhelming power. No one had ever survived the combined might of these four divine weapons, yet the Wuxue had managed to do so.

Just as the short man launched his lightning-fast attack, planning to kill Lin Duan first, a figure rushed out and threw a punch; it was Bao Tianglong. His injuries were also severe. Having been at the forefront when dissipating the tornado, his body was badly damaged by Sword Qi and the power of thunder and lightning, yet he still managed to block the short man’s attack.

"The one you should be dealing with is me, don’t even think about touching my brother!" Bao Tianglong said, bloodied but with a hint of a smile on his lips.

"You’re asking for death!" the short assassin said viciously.

Boom!

Confronted by Bao Tianglong’s interference, the short assassin unfolded his feather fan, unleashing a force like a wind blade, slashing at Bao Tianglong. Bao Tianglong staggered back two steps. It was challenging to kill these four assassins, who had not even been slightly injured, given the severe wounds they all had. The twelve of them were in mortal danger. Withstanding the combined attack of the four divine weapons was already the stuff of legends.

Crack!

The wind blade missed and cut a large tree in the distance cleanly in two, causing it to collapse with a thunderous crash. At the critical moment, Hu Long tackled Bao Tianglong to the ground, narrowly avoiding the lethal blow.

"If you want to hurt my brother, you’ll have to get through me first!" Hu Long was also seriously injured but didn’t hesitate to save Bao Tianglong.

At that moment, everyone could feel that in the most dangerous times, amidst the cruelest battles, all the brothers of the Thirteen Heavenly Kings bonded together in unity. It was at times like this that their true cohesion became apparent. Even Zhang Lei and Zhang Da, who had caused trouble at first, realized that although the Thirteen Heavenly Kings had not been formed for long and everyone had only just got to know each other, without deep affection, at this moment, each person’s heart was bound by the honor of the Thirteen Heavenly Kings. The honor of the Thirteen Heavenly Kings must not be sullied; better to die in battle than to forsake that honor.

"The Thirteen Heavenly Kings would rather die in battle than suffer dishonor. We are brothers!" Wuxue declared loudly, blood still streaming from his mouth, as he stepped to the forefront.

Wang Jie and the others also followed close behind, stepping toward the four assassins dressed in black. At this moment, all four assassins were taken aback as they felt a strong momentum. The Thirteen Heavenly Kings were truly formidable, not just in their own strength, but in their spirit and the collective sense of honor of the twelve men, undaunted by death and moving bravely forward.

"Hmph, then you all can go die!"

The chubby assassin with the black hammer made his move. The black hammer in his right hand seemed to enlarge many times in an instant. A bolt of thunder and lightning descended from the sky and struck it. Even the chubby assassin was nearly sent flying by the strike. Using almost all his strength, he summoned a bolt of thunder and lightning out of nowhere—no trivial feat as the energy contained within lightning was immense and beyond what ordinary people could withstand. The hammer came crashing down with the enormous force of thunder and lightning, targeted at Wuxue and the other eleven.

Boom!

The thunderous noise shook the heavens, and the power of the thunder and lightning scattered. Frankly, that the twelve Wuxue could withstand a joint strike by the four divine weapons was already commendable. Now, with virtually no fighting power remaining, they were lambs to the slaughter, yet they all shared a spirit not to fear death and to guard the honor of the Thirteen Heavenly Kings. Though everyone thought this strike would be the end, when they looked closely, the chubby assassin with the black hammer had been sent flying backward, crashing heavily to the ground. A crack had appeared on his black hammer.

At that moment, in front of Wuxue and the others, a figure appeared. He looked coldly at the four assassins ahead and then turned around with a smile to say to Wuxue and the others, "Brothers, I’m back!" (To be continued. If you like this work, please visit Qidian to vote for recommendation tickets and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)