CHAPTER 403: CHAPTER 355: A MATTER OF LIFE AND DEATH IN AN INSTANT_2

The Mo Blade in Yu Wenye’s hand came slashing down from above his head!

"Watch out!"

The crowd from Wanggang Village gasped behind him, and Shantong’er instinctively swung up his copper hammers, blocking them above his head——

With a "clang," he immediately felt his arms sink!

Yu Wenye’s blade struck heavily against the copper hammer, the blow so fierce that it sparked a few flames, and Shantong’er’s arm, along with one leg, were forced to bend.

However, the weight of the Mo Blade was ultimately incomparable to the copper hammer. Although Yu Wenye pushed down with force, Shantong’er instantly tightened his whole body, like a bow drawn to its limit suddenly released, fiercely thrusting the copper hammers forward, making Yu Wenye unable to suppress him and causing him to lean back slightly.

In that moment, Shantong’er had already swung the large hammer in his right hand, with a whooshing wind sound, fiercely smashing towards his chest!

Yu Wenye was startled, hurriedly gripped the blade in defense, and the copper hammer clanged heavily against the blade.

This strike, coupled with Shantong’er’s Divine Power, bore down with at least hundreds of pounds of force, forcing even Yu Wenye to retreat several steps, the tiger’s mouth of both hands suddenly splitting open!

When his arms trembled, and the handle of the blade slid back in his palm, stabilizing against the ground, his heart sank again.

The blade of the Mo Blade had actually been bent from the impact!

At this, not only he but the people of Wanggang Village also expressed their astonishment—they knew that young as he was, Shantong’er had been exceptionally promoted by Wang Quyi for his Divine Power, but they didn’t expect his strength to be so great that even a single blow could bend Yu Wenye’s Mo Blade!

And seeing this, a faint cold smile appeared on Xiao Yuansui’s face.

Looking at the hand Yu Wenye used to grip the blade handle, already blood-color showed, he said faintly: "Do you think this child could become the Ninth Master solely based on his strength?"

Yu Wenye slightly raised his eyebrow, glanced at him.

Xiao Yuansui said: "Although I didn’t know before why he had such skills, your words just now gave me the answer."

"..."

"Since he’s in Daxing Palace, with so many court guards, how he developed such skills isn’t hard to imagine."

"..."

"Second Young Master, compared to the combat skills you’ve learned on the battlefield, how do his skills measure up?"

"..."

Yu Wenye quietly listened to his words, then slowly directed his gaze towards the child before him. Despite the few moves exchanged, Shantong’er’s face remained unchanged, not even panting, and the hands holding the two copper hammers showed not a hint of trembling.

As it turns out, the rumors of his innate Divine Power were indeed true.

This child not only had great strength, but strength so extraordinary that even a brawny man several times his size might not have such power.

As he looked down at his own hand gripping the blade handle, the blood flowing from the wound at the tiger’s mouth had already seeped through the crevices between his fingers to the palm and the blade handle, making the handle slick with blood.

Upon seeing the blood, a complex expression appeared on Shantong’er’s face.

He said: "Do you need bandaging?"

Yu Wenye shook his head.

Shantong’er said: "But like this, you won’t be able to grip the blade tightly."

Yu Wenye replied calmly: "On the battlefield, there’s no time for bandaging."

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"Those who can’t grip their blades tightly have long since died on the battlefield."

Upon hearing these words, Shantong’er’s brow furrowed again.

Perhaps Yu Wenye’s words held a truth, but they also conveyed a fact—that Yu Wenye himself was someone who had survived countless real battles and slaughter, that bleeding to him meant little, that even bleeding, he could grip the blade tightly and kill the enemy who made him bleed!

Standing alive here, he was a blade that had gone through countless battles, maybe bent or chipped, yet still capable of killing!

Realizing this, Shantong’er suddenly felt a chill on his scalp.

And behind him, Xiao Yuansui coldly said: "Lao Jiu, why haven’t you acted?"

"..."

Shantong’er didn’t immediately speak, just turned his face slightly and gave him a glance. Although brief, the contradictions, even struggles, in his eyes were deeper than before.

He might have been fighting others, but deep down in his body, his soul seemed to be fighting too.

Seeing the child’s face once again showing a kind of childlike innocence, Xiao Yuansui frowned, suddenly said: "Have you forgotten your identity?"

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"Even if you forget your identity, you shouldn’t forget your promise."