Chapter 733: Broken Sword
The little glasses pushed up his spectacles.
"It's a bit far... hard to say for sure..." he muttered, "but it doesn't look like an outsider..."
Old Lu was also panting heavily, his fat belly rising and falling continuously. It seemed that the earlier attack had given him quite a fright.
"Zhang Shan..." Old Lu said, "You didn't have to worry about me... I've already 'Echoed'..."
He scratched his forehead, which looked like it had been cut by something, covered in bloody scratches.
"I didn't think that far ahead," Zhang Shan said. "I just saved you on the spot. Do you recognize those two people?"
Old Lu looked into the distance at the two figures, then lowered his head as if recalling something. He spoke softly, "That sword just now... could it be that kid? Young Han?"
"Han...?" Zhang Shan frowned. "Han what?"
"Hiss..." Old Lu scratched his face. "He was the writer who originally shared a room with Young Qi. What's his name again?"
"What is his 'Echo'?" Zhang Shan felt puzzled. "I've never seen such an ability—'Sword Control'?"
The little glasses shook his head from the side: "'Sword Control' doesn't sound like a type of 'Echo' at all. It sounds more like some immortal's skill."
"You two weren't there, but I saw it with my own eyes," Old Lu said, still shaken. "Back then in a classroom, that Writer Han summoned a sword and chased after Kim Won-hoon, almost hacking him to death. Fortunately, some unknown person suddenly intervened and saved Kim Won-hoon... At that time, I, Chu Tianqiu, Yun Yao, Li Xiangling—everyone was there. We all saw it."
"How peculiar," Zhang Shan said. "What happened then? That person is a teammate of Qi Xia, yet he attacked Kim Won-hoon?"
"Ah! Damn it, don't get me started!" Old Lu wore a bewildered expression. "It was way too complicated! Yun Yao wanted some Young Chen to become the leader of 'Heaven's Mouth,' but somehow that Young Chen died, and then a new Young Chen appeared, and we were all dumbfounded. Then Chu Tianqiu went and said a few words to Young Han, and Young Han suddenly got agitated. Then an earthquake came, the room was about to collapse, Kim Won-hoon tried to stop him, the sword flew again, and then crash, bang, boom..."
Zhang Shan and the little glasses stared at Old Lu. Although he had roughly explained something, neither of them understood a word.
"Alright," Zhang Shan nodded. "Since we've confirmed that person's identity... we can go talk to them."
"Zhang Shan, what do you want to talk about?" the little glasses asked.
"Of course, to ask them why they're doing this," Zhang Shan said, looking at the two people a hundred meters away, then at the countless bodies lying between them and himself. His expression gradually darkened. "What reason do these two have... to stand in 'Heaven's Mouth's' territory and keep slaughtering our people? Was it ordered by that Qi Xia?"
Han Yimo closed his eyes for a moment. Feeling that his conviction was strong enough, he suddenly opened his eyes wide. The flying sword above seemed to sense something and began circling in the air.
"Please..." Han Yimo said. "Go... strike at them..."
With a piercing dragon's roar, the body of the "Seven Black Sword" trembled and suddenly flew toward the three people in the distance.
Zhang Shan's face turned cold. He took a big step forward: "Old Lu, protect the little glasses!"
Old Lu immediately stepped up and stood shoulder to shoulder with Zhang Shan. The little glasses also hid behind Old Lu at this moment.
The flying sword didn't head for Zhang Shan; instead, it sped toward Old Lu and the little glasses.
Seeing this, Old Lu quickly closed his eyes and puffed out his chest. The black sword fiercely stabbed into his belly.
*Rustle—*
The sword struck, and the sound was like a branch scraping against leather.
A shallow bloody scratch appeared on Old Lu's belly.
"Damn it..." Old Lu gritted his teeth. "For real! It can even cut through 'Hardening'... hurts like hell..."
"Don't let your guard down!" Zhang Shan shouted.
The pitch-black sword, like a cunning hawk, realized that Old Lu's body was impenetrable. It circled high in the air, searching for another angle.
The three of them then realized that the sword's target had been the little glasses from the very beginning.
"Fuck," Zhang Shan flexed his arm. "They want us dead, we don't need to hold back either."
"What are you going to do...?"
"I want to win," Zhang Shan said. "This is just an attack-and-defense battle. Lose and die, win and live."
*Clang!!*
A huge sound rang out. Zhang Shan took a deep breath, and before the black giant sword could make a move, he leaped into the air and lunged at it.
The giant sword hesitated slightly in midair, then abandoned the little glasses and stabbed toward Zhang Shan's abdomen.
Man and sword were now inches apart, each speeding toward the other.
*Whoosh—!*
Zhang Shan dared not take this living giant sword lightly. He quickly clasped his hands together and raised them above his head. Just as the sword was about to pierce his belly, he spiked it downward with all his might, like spiking a volleyball.
*Thud!*
His heavy punch hit the exact middle of the giant sword, intercepting the attack. The powerful blow sent the sword crashing to the ground like a fallen iron plate.
*Clatter!*
After falling, the giant sword twitched on the ground a few times symbolically, like a fish out of water.
Zhang Shan landed without a second word. He stepped on the sword's body and reached for the hilt.
*Hum—*
The black giant sword, as if offended, emitted bursts of dragon roars. Its body trembled violently, but Zhang Shan still used his irresistible divine strength to grasp the hilt.
Then, with a flick of his hand, he lifted the hundred-catty heavy sword.
Even someone as strong as "Heaven Moves" found it strenuous. The sword was not only extremely heavy but also seemed alive, dancing wildly in his hand. If he loosened his grip even slightly, it would likely fly into the sky like a bird and never be caught again.
"Damn... this is really strange," Zhang Shan said. "This sword seems alive... Look at the patterns on it—so exquisite."
Old Lu and the little glasses, seeing that the giant sword had been "tamed" by Zhang Shan, dared to take a closer look.
The sword was entirely pitch-black, adorned with antique patterns. It really looked like a giant sword straight out of a wuxia novel.
Surrounded by onlookers, the giant sword seemed humiliated. It shuddered and tried to fly into the sky, but Zhang Shan applied extra force with his hands to keep it from escaping.
"Goddammit..." Zhang Shan spat on the ground. "You've killed so many people and you still won't behave. Today, I'll teach you a lesson."
With that, he gripped the hilt with both hands, raised it high above his head, and then slammed it viciously onto the ground.
He didn't strike with the blade, but with the flat of the sword.
*Crack!*
A crisp sound rang out. The black giant sword, which had seemed so alive, snapped cleanly in two in Zhang Shan's hands.