Chapter 141: A Hero's Sacrifice
Xiaoyao Lang found it amusing; these two were even more eloquent than shrewish women, practically masters of insults.
Nie Han could no longer contain himself. "You filthy wretch, you don't know what's good for you! Take a look at your grandpa's knife!" As soon as he finished speaking, he spurred his horse and swung his knife through the air.
Upon seeing this, Lang and Si immediately somersaulted down to the ground, avoiding the force of Nie Han's blade. With a "plop," the force of the blade carved a platform out of the earthen mound.
"Fight them!" Instantly, they swarmed forward, launching an attack on Nie Han's men. "Kill!" Nie Han's men were equally fearless, brandishing their swords and riding their horses to fight against the Five Lakes and Four Seas Gang. The clanging of weapons filled the air, along with the sounds of battle and shouts.
Nie Han wielded his sword against two opponents, and Lang and Si were clearly no match for him, quickly falling into a disadvantageous position. Nie Han was still smug; he didn't even need to use his Overlord Sword Technique against them, he already had them completely under his thumb. "You two pieces of trash, all you can do is spout nonsense! If it really came down to it, you wouldn't even be worthy of carrying my shoes!"
Before Nie Han could finish speaking, his wrist twisted sharply, and the longsword flashed with a cold light, heading straight for Lang Chengbo's face. Lang Chengbo was forced to lean back hastily, revealing an opening at his waist. "Watch out!" Si Haiping cried out in alarm, swinging his sword to save him, but Nie Han parried with a backhand strike. A clang rang out, and Si Haiping's hand went numb from the impact, the longsword nearly slipping from his grasp.
Nie Han sneered, his footwork shifting rapidly, and in an instant he was behind the two men. The blade sliced across the man surnamed Si's neck, the force of the wind causing him to freeze in place, cold sweat rolling down his forehead.
In the instant of Lang Chengbo's panic, Nie Han leaned back, bracing himself against the ground with his sword, and kicked Lang Chengbo's arm with his right foot. A muffled groan was heard as the longsword slipped from Lang Chengbo's hand. Si Haiping then slashed down, aiming for Nie Han's head. Seeing this, Nie Han rolled three times in quick succession, accompanied by three crisp clangs, his swift sword deflecting Si Haiping's longsword in two.
The moment Nie Han landed, he unleashed a palm strike with his left hand. A cry of pain rang out as the force of the blow sent Si Haiping sprawling to the ground. He then took several steps back, his blade already pressed against Lang Chengbo's neck, ready to sever his head if he dared to move. "Stop! All of you! If you resist again, I'll kill him!" Nie Han shouted at the crowd.
"Ah..." "This..." "What do we do?"... Hearing this, the crowd stopped fighting and huddled together in a daze. Nie Han's subordinates were also in a bloodthirsty frenzy, and not one of them was still safely on horseback, their faces stained with blood.
Seeing this, Nie Han was very pleased. The blade was pressed against Lang Chengbo's neck, already drawing a line of blood. He said coldly, "Tell them to lay down their weapons and surrender! Otherwise, I'll kill you right now!" As he spoke, whether intentionally or unintentionally, he increased the pressure on his hand, and a bloody path instantly appeared on Lang Chengbo's neck.
Si Haiping forced himself to sit up, pressing his left hand to his chest and pointing his right at Nie Han, shouting sharply, "Don't hit me!... Let's talk this out!" His face was full of pleading.
Although Lang Chengbo was terrified, he was determined to die. He immediately declared, "Brothers, don't listen to him! I, Lang Chengfeng, am not afraid to die. Don't forget to avenge our leader!" With that, he turned his neck and prepared to die.
While Lang Chengbo was making his boastful remarks, Nie Han had already seen through his intentions. While he was trying to subdue everyone and make them work for him, Nie Han couldn't let him die. He immediately dodged with a swift blade, sealed Lang Chengbo's acupoints with one hand, and said coldly, "Want to die? Not so easy."
Just then, Xiaoyao Lang flicked his right palm, and the Wu Can Sword silently shot out, its blade heading straight for Nie Han.
Nie Han sensed something and swiftly drew his blade to parry the sharp sword. In the blink of an eye, Xiaoyao Lang appeared like an arrow released from a bow, already upon him. The Black Remnant Sword, controlled by the force of his energy, returned to his hand at the same time.
Still reeling from the shock, Nie Han had barely regained his composure when Xiaoyao Lang swung his sword mid-air, spinning and slashing downwards, attacking his leader again. Nie Han parried with his sword, the force of the slash causing his feet to sink three inches, but he gritted his teeth and endured it.
Xiaoyao Lang's lips curled slightly as he swung his sword, aiming for Nie Han's neck and arm. Nie Han's brow furrowed, and he instantly knelt, his attack missing its mark. He then thrust his sword downwards, the tip aimed directly at Nie Han's throat. Nie Han immediately swung his blade upwards, the blade slicing through Xiaoyao Lang's wrist.
Xiaoyao Lang quickly changed his move, switching from a thrust to a parry, his sword brushing past the other side with a "whoosh." Without pausing, he used his footing to launch another attack like a serpent, slashing, thrusting, and hacking repeatedly. The flashes of swords and blades were continuous, and the sounds of their collisions were incessant.
The crowd was already dazzled, unable to distinguish who was attacking and who was defending. Then, with a clang, the two were finally separated by several feet. Nie Han's arm trembled slightly as he thought to himself: This guy's sword has incredible strength; he can wield it like a knife! He then said, "You are extremely rude. Without explaining why, you come to fight me? What are you after?" With that, he pointed his blade directly at Xiaoyao Lang.
Xiaoyao Lang stood tall and straight, his chivalrous spirit as refreshing as a gentle breeze. He looked up at Nie Han and said loudly, "Like the brothers of the Five Lakes and Four Seas Gang, I will not kill anyone but Ouyang Longyuan! Since you are working for him, you either lay down your sword and surrender, or use your head to offer sacrifice to this sword in my hand!"
Upon hearing this, Lang Chengbo cheered from the side, "Hey Nie, the man who's here to take your dog's life is here! Be careful, or you'll lose your life. You'd better just lay down your knife and surrender!"
"Hahaha..." This caused a burst of laughter from everyone.
Nie Han cursed inwardly: "That old bastard Ouyang Longyuan! I've pretended to risk my life for you and still gotten myself into so much trouble. I'll have to ask for more money when I get back." He then glared coldly at Xiaoyao Lang and shouted in a deep voice, "Take him down!" He pointed his blade at Xiaoyao Lang again and gave the order to his subordinates.
Upon hearing the order, the crowd drew their swords and stepped forward, ready to fight Xiaoyao Lang. Xiaoyao Lang raised an eyebrow, his right hand pointing his black sword at the crowd. His once affectionate peach blossom eyes suddenly flashed with a chilling killing intent. "Everyone, do not make a move," he said, his voice low but carrying an unwavering chill. "I do not wish to kill innocent people. You had better disperse, otherwise, if I make my move, it will be a single, decisive blow to the throat!"
Nie Han chuckled inwardly: Are you kidding me?! You're telling all of us not to act rashly?! Are you out of your mind?! But everyone was intimidated by Xiaoyao Lang's imposing aura, and their feet involuntarily stopped, their grips on their swords tightening slightly. They looked at each other, hesitant, none daring to step forward.
A mountain breeze swept by, and Nie Han was almost stunned. His own disciples lived a life of constant danger, never showing any fear of death, yet they were actually intimidated by Xiaoyao Lang.
Enraged, the stubble on his beard stood on end again. He roared at the crowd, "Who the hell are you all with? Kill him!" His roar startled the old man at the teahouse in the distance.
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