Indestructible Body Of Vajra Of The Village Leader
Chapter 439 - 357-358: Overpowering Thousands of Troops, Subduing Feng Han (Added - 34 for Monthly Ticket)_2

Chapter 439: 357-358: Overpowering Thousands of Troops, Subduing Feng Han (Added Chapter 34 for Monthly Ticket)_2

But his preemptive strike, still resolute on its original trajectory, stabbed slowly and firmly through what felt like air as dense as an iron plate.

With every inch he advanced, Feng Han’s complexion grew rosier, his sweat poured like syrup, and his kneeling body trembled incessantly, with both spirit and body under immense pressure.

This stab was extremely precise, without the slightest deviation or change in angle, targeting the side of the golden knife wielded by Jiang Dali as it descended.

It looked as though Jiang Dali’s furious slash had been predicted in its path, and even the flaws and opportunities within that strike were seen through.

Clang—a loud explosion!

The moment his blade touched the side of the golden knife.

The golden knife deflected, passing by.

A strand of hair floated through the air.

Feng Han’s body reacted as if struck by lightning, his arm throbbing in pain, the treasure sword Heavenly Weapon slipping from his bones, flying out of his grasp.

He was blasted away by the formidable impact, his body rolling in the air like a kicked ball, tumbling several times before thudding onto the ground, lying prostrate.

At that moment, his face turned pale, a spurt of fresh blood staining his clothes and he almost fainted, and when he looked up at Jiang Dali again, his eyes were filled with disbelief.

A dismal defeat!

A defeat unlike any before!

Such a defeat.

He had only ever experienced it at the hands of the Black List’s number one, Rain Covering Sword Lang Fan Yun.

Since then, no one had managed to defeat him so decisively.

Furthermore, his opponent’s saber skill couldn’t be said to be very intricate; he could foresee and counter many of its flaws.

Yet despite this, he still suffered a terrible defeat.

Because his opponent’s saber skill, though not intricate, was deceptively simple yet immensely powerful and unstoppable.

He had initially thought to use finesse to overcome brute force, believing that the opponent’s use of such a heavy sword would surely lack agility, that the speed and variations of the blade would be completely subdued by him, allowing for an easy victory.

Yet, in that instant, the opponent’s momentum soared, and his strength seemed to surge.

That weighty blade became as light as straw in his opponent’s hands, effortlessly wielded, negating any lack of agility.

Instead, its agility was accompanied by overwhelming power, easily plunging him into a desperate situation.

Sucks of breath, like gasps of shock, reverberated from all around.

Especially among the players standing at a distance, craning their necks to watch the battle, who erupted into shouts and cries of amazement.

Some looked on in bewildered amazement, feeling that before they had a clear grasp of what happened, in the flurry of movement, Jiang Dali had thunderously subdued Left-Handed Blade Feng Han with clanging explosions.

Only experts like Su Xinghe, Duan Yanqing, Ye Erniang, and Shaolin Xuan Nan, who saw the detailed exchange between the two men, wore incredibly grave expressions, feeling as if towering waves were surging in their hearts, filled with shock.

A swordsman like Feng Han, with his exquisite left-handed saber technique, considered top-notch in the Martial World, was effortlessly defeated by Jiang Dali with three strikes as swift as thunderbolts, the fourth strike would certainly be fatal.

On the other side, Duan Yu, who was in the midst of combat with Wan Wan, was also affected by the outcome of this battle, retreating step by step, being driven into a state of disarray.

"Wan Wan! Come back, there’s no need to fuss and compete with this foolish boy."

Jiang Dali, in a state of Destruction, with his clothes taut against his body, uttered a low shout holding the golden knife, his voice booming like thunder in the valley.

Instantly, Wan Wan huffed, struck Duan Yu into a face-plant, spread her arms, and flitted lightly next to Jiang Dali like a sprite, looking up at him, now nearly two heads taller than her, with eyes full of curiosity and innocence.

"Village chief, you’ve gotten so big!"

With that, she stretched out her palm, curiously measuring the height difference.

"Stop fooling around! Go control that Foreign Monk from the Western Regions! Feed him this ’Three Corpses Brain God Pill’!"

Jiang Dali huffed, reaching into his bosom to retrieve a medicine bottle tightly wrapped in his clothing against his chest, and handed it to Wan Wan.

Then, his entire body shivered as his Inner Strength withdrew, exiting the Destruction State.

"Oh! Heehee, this is fun!"

Wan Wan chuckled softly as she took the medicine bottle, then immediately turned to look at the Cangling Master whose face had turned ashen. She walked over to him, light on her feet.

The people around, upon hearing the name Three Corpses Brain God Pill, all had their expressions change drastically, looking extremely troubled.

The severely injured Cangling Master was even paler as he stared at Wan Wan, his face filled with fear. Struggling to back away on the ground, he pleaded, "No, no, don’t come over!"

Wan Wan giggled as she approached even faster, her tone as gentle as a caring little wife, "Don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid. You’re hurt, when you’re hurt you should take medicine. This is good medicine given by the village chief. You’ll be better after taking it."

"No! No, get away!!"

Cangling Master shouted angrily.

"Eat up quickly, or Wan Wan will have to hit you!"

Like a flash of lightning, Wan Wan struck at Cangling Master’s acupoints and with an innocent smile, she squeezed his mouth open like coaxing a child. Laughing merrily, she took out a Three Corpses Brain God Pill from the bottle and popped it into the terrified Cangling Master’s mouth.

"Wan Wan, one pill is enough; this medicine is precious. This Foreign Monk from the Western Regions is only worth one pill."

Jiang Dali shouted a warning as he watched Wan Wan about to pour the entire bottle of medicine down Cangling Master’s throat and then turned his gaze towards the direction where Jiumozhi had taken the chance to flee.

At that spot, Black Wind Village Players who had returned grumbling, some of whom had nearly been killed by the critically injured Jiumozhi during their interception.

"Jiumozhi is full of cunning tricks. But I’ve broken both his arms this time; he will probably be quite restrained. He escaped by luck this time; who knows if he will show up at the next great battle on Shaoshi Mountain with the Sweeping Monk."

Jiang Dali mused to himself, eyes flashing as he looked toward Feng Han struggling to rise from the ground. A faint smile formed on his lips.

"Left Hand Blade, famed in the Black List, indeed lives up to its reputation. For you to withstand two strikes under my Destruction State is already impressive; it’s normal to lose.

I admire your left-hand saber technique and your understanding of saber skills. Would you like to serve under me?"

"That bastard!"

Feng Han clenched his teeth, eyes flashing sharply, "You want to feed me the Three Corpses Brain God Pill as well, huh? Pfft, not only such poison, even through a valley of knives or a forest of flames, you cannot make Feng Han kneel."

Jiang Dali laughed heartily, with a surge of strength, he reinserted the massive blade, weighing two hundred pounds, back into its sheath on his back, and calmly stated, "Of course, the village chief knows a man of spirit like you can’t be subdued by mere poison.

Unfortunately, since we’ve come to blows, in my dictionary, you’re either an enemy or a dead man."

Feng Han’s eyes glittered fiercely, his long, thin face filled with haughty pride, "Kill or maim, do as you will!"

"Hehehe."

Jiang Dali shook his head, folded his arms across his chest, and said, "Let’s not rush to death, how about we make a bet instead? If you lose, you follow me for three years."

Feng Han’s eyebrows shot up, "What are we betting on!?"

If it was possible not to die, of course not dying would be best.

Except for those whose hearts are already dead, no one wishes to die while they can still live.

"Lang Fan Yun!"

Jiang Dali said with a light smile, "I know you’ve been defeated by Lang Fan Yun and want to defeat him again. But you should know you’re no match for him.

If I can defeat him within the next year and take you to challenge more experts afterwards, you’ll follow me for three years.

However, if I can’t defeat him within the next year, then the confrontation between us today will be completely dismissed."

"Lang Fan Yun!"

Feng Han’s eyes hardened as if involuntarily recalling the torrential Sword Rain that had defeated him, the world-famous "Rain Covering Sword Technique", his expression becoming somewhat dazed...

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