Indestructible Body Of Vajra Of The Village Leader
Chapter 86 - 088: The Sad Knife

Chapter 86: 088: The Sad Knife

"Why do people who love swords often die by the sword?"

Just like why the person who breaks your heart is always someone you care about...

Heartbroken Little Knife was extremely sorrowful at that moment.

True to his name, he was heartbroken by the sword.

When he was invited here, he was full of pride, believing that with the sword in his hand, he could measure the entirety of Hui City Green Forest.

He wore his most flamboyant purple robe, carrying a beautiful curved blade that resembled a crescent moon.

Riding the finest horse from Tyrant Hall, he swaggered through the town committing murder, leaving everyone in Black Wind Village shaking with fear.

Back then, he was happy, relishing the blade’s gleam and the swordplay of the Martial World as well as the blood and gore he created with the sword in his hand.

However, this happiness was quickly ended by another swordsman with a blade.

He would never forget that dazzling flash of the sword, like the rising sun.

Even the sound of the sword being drawn was like a ferocious tiger ready to pounce on its prey.

The sun-like sword light brought tears to his eyes.

The terrifying roar of the sword made his ears buzz, and he lost his composure, eventually falling to such a slice.

"Good sword! What a good sword. Since leaving Blood Saber Sect, it has been a long time since I’ve felt this heartbroken. I thought I was worthy to seek the Demon Blade, but now I realize, I have been looking at the sky from the bottom of a well..."

Heartbroken Little Knife’s face bore a smile that looked much like crying.

"Gulp gulp," he drank the wine that was even more bitter than bile.

His eyes, still bright, stared intently at the drawing of a sword on the tabletop.

He was born into a Martial Arts Family, certainly not of the flashy yet empty Lightning Five Whips variety.

But he had a genuine Basic Martial Arts foundation and was among the first group from Tyrant Hall chosen to enter Mixed Martial Arts World.

He had spent a full two years in Mixed Martial Arts World.

He had no desire to concern himself with the struggle for power, completely intoxicated by this world, and had utterly fallen in love with the sword.

So, at the moment, the pain and dejection he displayed, which seemed somewhat laughable in the eyes of the surrounding players, were not understood by anyone, as the warmth or coldness is known only to the heart.

"Heartbroken Guardian, Black Wind Village’s people have now surrounded both city gates. They won’t be attacking us, will they? What should we do?" asked a trusted player nervously.

Heartbroken Little Knife continued looking at the sword, but his gaze began to focus, and he nodded, "Don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid. We won’t die, and since we won’t die, let’s use every possible opportunity to become stronger, even if it means dying for it. What does it matter?"

The surrounding players were somewhat stupefied.

If they were all dead, how could they get stronger?

If dead, they would only become weaker.

Some thought Heartbroken Little Knife had suffered a great shock and had perhaps gone a bit mad.

But no one dared to speak up.

"As long as Black Wind Village’s people don’t dare to storm into the city, we can survive until Lu Xiaofeng arrives.

As long as Lu Xiaofeng arrives, we won’t die.

But that takes time, and we don’t know if or when Lu Xiaofeng will come. I will buy you time..." Heartbroken Little Knife had not finished speaking when his speech suddenly stopped, as if someone had hit him on the behind, he jumped up and drew a blade next to him, rushing to the window.

He heard a loud eagle’s scream.

Almost at that moment when he reached the window,

He saw the nightmarish giant Demon Hawk diving down from the sky.

A majestic figure of a swordsman leapt from the back of the Demon Hawk, landing steadily on the ground, immediately attracting the attention of everyone on the street, drawing away all the screams and sobs.

Wild and unkempt long hair.

Erect and thick eyebrows.

Cold and wild eyes.

And that slight smile that always lingered on his lips, the chill.

All the Tyrant Hall players, upon seeing the newcomer’s smile, couldn’t help but feel a chill rise from within, drawing swords and blades in anxious fear and shouting the man’s name.

"Black Wind Village Chief!"

"You damned robber leader! Completely unpredictable, actually chasing us beyond your territory."

...

"Black Wind Village Chief??"

In the distance across the street, two figures of government officials appeared.

The moment they saw Jiang Dali descending from the sky, the muscles on their faces tensed, their bodies stiffened, and their feet seemed rooted to the spot, unable to move; their hearts seemed to constrict within their chests.

"That’s the Black Wind Village Chief!"

The faces of the two officials turned pale, their eyes wide with shock.

Before this moment, they had imagined a scene like this many times.

If they encountered the notoriously evil Black Wind Village Chief outside the city, their blood would boil with excitement as they rushed forward to fight to the death, even if it meant a heroic sacrifice.

But when the moment actually came.

Seeing the silhouette of the man with the great saber on his back, their blood ran cold.

Their first thought was of the gruesome state of their bodies after death, the wailing of their families; reason kept them rooted to the spot, trembling hands and feet.

Amidst everyone’s fearful gazes, Jiang Dali walked to the entrance of the tavern with an easy smile, his eyes on Heartbroken Little Knife, "Do you want me to come in, or will you come out yourselves?"

Heartbroken Little Knife gripped the knife in his hand and said fiercely, "Black Wind Village Chief, most of your men were killed by me, so let’s settle our own scores. If you let my brothers go, let them leave, I will stay to experience your sword skills."

"You are brave? But you insult my intelligence."

Jiang Dali scoffed, "None of you will escape. You are surrounded."

Heartbroken Little Knife glared, "Just you alone are surrounding us?"

Jiang Dali’s smile was playful, "Just me."

Heartbroken Little Knife yelled angrily, "Then what are you waiting for?"

Jiang Dali turned to look at the fear-stricken tavern master with a mournful face, "I shouldn’t wait, after all, I am a mountain bandit leader. Even if I were to destroy a tavern, that would only be right."

As his words fell, Jiang Dali’s foot violently stamped the ground, and his body shot into the tavern like an arrow from the bowstring.

"Kill! —"

Various hidden weapons and flying needles immediately shot towards Jiang Dali in unison.

The elite players from Tyrant Hall roared as they charged, maintaining a delicate balance of offense and defense in their formation, their swords aiming for Jiang Dali.

Jiang Dali sneered, his body’s Qi force exploded violently, and the Nine Yang Divine Skill condensed a wave of energy that formed a fierce, round Qi shield around him, forcefully deflecting all the incoming hidden weapons.

This process took but half a breath.

In the next moment, a terrifying sword cry, like a tiger’s roar, carrying a dazzling golden sword light, suddenly erupted within the tavern.

"This is the blade!"

Heartbroken Little Knife’s eyes shone bright.

The wild and tyrannical golden sword light had already fiercely sliced through the swords of the five Tyrant Hall disciples at the front!

Like a fan-shaped sweep of Saber Qi flashed by, then suddenly surged.

The five screamed as their swords broke, and their bodies were swept in half, falling to the ground and vanishing in a white light.

All the Tyrant Hall players who rushed next sucked in a breath of cold air, their hearts chilled, forcing themselves forward.

Instantly, they were again swept up in the dazzling sword light.

The entire tavern was as if swept by a golden hurricane, like a storm tearing through a dilapidated building; where it passed, limbs and arms flew, turning into streaks of white light and disappearing.

Some onlookers in the distance turned pale with fright upon seeing this.

The remaining elites of Tyrant Hall trembled, watching as the blood bar of the Black Wind Village Chief flickered before their eyes, but that long, despair-inducing blood bar would not drop.

They struggled to reduce the opponent’s Qi-Blood by seven or eight points, finally making the blood bar wiggle, but in the next second, it recovered automatically.

They, a group of elite Tyrant Hall players, were inflicting damage at a slower pace than the opponent’s recovery...

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