Chapter 117: Can’t Kill You Now
Chapter 117: Can’t Kill You Now
A white robe, a long sword.
When the flying sparks gradually faded, a man with a sword stood proudly before the Princess Royal.
He was a young man with a very ordinary look, not tall or short, not fat or thin. He wore a coarse robe, his chin stubbly, and his flaxen long hair tied loosely back with a cloth string. Standing in a crowd, if he walked past you, no one would glance at him twice… Of course, if he had anything memorable, it was his bright eyes that shone like stars in the dark night.
Just looking into those calm eyes, full of unmatched might, you felt you were seeing not a human, but a God of War.
The long sword in his hand was very plain, filled with cracks big and small, even a bit rusty, so dull that a farmer might refuse it for chopping wood, let alone killing a person… But Sun Fei saw clearly that earlier, this rusty sword—seeming ready to break at any moment—burst out amazing sword force. It blocked all attacks by five terrifying Assassins within half a meter of the Princess Royal, not letting a single breath pass.
A miraculous display.
The man stood there silently, saying nothing, yet it spoke volumes more than any words.
The five cold-blooded Assassins were pushed back, forming a star shape that trapped the young man and the Princess Royal in the center. They were clearly shaken by the young man’s skill, so much that, as ruthless killers, they acted unsure and held off attacking again.
This young man, with just one sword, seemed worth an army of thousands.
He stood there, face blank, like an unbreakable wall shielding the Princess Royal from danger, as if no one under the skies could harm her now.
The scene turned tense and suffocating.
A purple figure flashed, and Purple Flame, the lovely purple-robed girl, returned near the Princess Royal.
The quiet felt strange and eerie.
The young man did not speak, so no one dared to utter a word.
Suddenly—
Thud thud thud thud!
Four spurts of blood shot out.
Everyone stared in shock as four Assassins spat blood unexpectedly: two twin knife-wielders beside the Princess Royal with unusual yellow curved blades, the burly Assassin farther ahead with a Horse-Cutting Blade who took an arrow from Sun Fei, and the white-robed Assassin with scary claws on his hands. They seemed hurt by something unseen.
The only normal one was the sword-wielding Assassin.
But the next second, he felt a coldness in his chest. Looking down in fear, he found his front robe slit open somehow by an unseen sword force, revealing white underclothes.
The five cold-blooded Assassins traded horrified looks.
They now realized that in the lightning-fast earlier skirmish, the young man used a rotten Rusty Sword to not only stop all their strikes but also sneak hidden wounds on them with his sword force. Only now did the injuries show.
This let Sun Fei see their strengths too.
The sword-wielding Assassin had his robe cut with no harm—the strongest of them. The white-robed Assassin with claws had a red streak by his mouth, weaker next. The twin knife users spat blood skyward, a step below that. The big man with the Horse-Cutting Blade almost stumbled, worst wounded and weakest of the group, partly from Sun Fei’s earlier arrow to his back.
As for the arrow expert hiding in the crowd, his silent shots, with no bow twang, left no clue to his whereabouts.
Then, the sword-wielding Assassin recalled a legend.
A cold chill shot up his spine to his head. He asked fearfully, “You… are you One Sword?”
At this, Sun Fei clearly heard nearly everyone on the Eastern Peak Summit gasp in shock. Hearing the name One Sword, they acted as if stunned, their gazes toward the young man changing instantly.
“That name sounds familiar… I think I’ve heard it before,” Sun Fei thought to himself.
The young man’s face stayed calm, his pupils unfocused as if daydreaming at the far-off sea of clouds. He paid no heed to the five strong cold-blooded Assassin around him, not even glancing at the sword-wielding Assassin who questioned him, treating the top fighters like posts unworthy of his attention.
After a short silence, the young man slowly shifted his gaze.
Surprisingly, he fixed it on Sun Fei, patiently scanning him head to toe with piercing eyes. Sun Fei instantly felt stripped naked before the crowd. Those eyes held deep, hard-to-describe weariness—like they held sun, moon, and stars—yet able to see through every shield and lie.
Sun Fei knew this showed the gap in their levels.
This ordinary-looking young man, with his bright eyes, was at a height Sun Fei couldn’t reach anytime. If they fought now, even with Sun Fei’s best mode—Level 21 Barbarian Might—he wouldn’t last one move.
“How did you spot me?” the young man suddenly asked.
Sun Fei paused, then grasped the meaning. The question was about Sun Fei’s earlier shout “still not acting?” during the near-fatal moment when the Assassin attacked the Princess Royal.
“Guessed,” Sun Fei replied.
The young man blinked slightly.
That expression was his first besides calmness since he wowed the Royal Altar. But soon, he steadied, gave Sun Fei an intense look, and stayed silent.
Sun Fei shrugged.
He told the truth—it was truly a guess.
Sun Fei knew the Princess Royal was wary of something, adding that during the Assassin attack, she looked too calm. Everyone else gasped or scrambled toward her, worrying for this frail woman, but only the Princess Royal herself, on the brink of death, kept her expression steady, a faint smile at her lips, not even glancing at the blades.
There was only one explanation—
She had nothing to fear.
The Princess Royal showed no worry about these Assassins; she had a way to beat them.
Sun Fei thought and thought. Her reliance must be simple—either a powerful Magical Artifact or the hidden skills of a super strong ally.
So, Sun Fei tried shouting that line.
Who knew? That shout indeed called up a young ace who stunned everyone on the Eastern Peak Summit. With godlike sword tricks, he reversed the deadly scene instantly.
Another brief silence fell.
“Paris, come out. I know you’re here!”
A slightly hoarse voice—this was the Princess Royal speaking. She stepped forward to stand shoulder to shoulder with the young man. Her clear blue eyes, pure like the ocean, swept the crowd below the Royal Altar. Her tone was soft, with no emotion, like chatting with an old friend unseen for ages.
“Hee hee, Sister Tanasha, long time no see! You’re still looking pale and weak!”
A sugary sweet female voice suddenly rose from the crowd, followed by a flash of silver light. Everyone’s vision blurred as a graceful female figure appeared beside the sword-wielding Assassin. She wore a white robe, golden hair flowing over her shoulders, holding a red rose with dewdrops. The mix of white robe and red rose brought a weird, contrasting vibe.
“What a pity! Who’d have thought Sister Tanasha could get the famous One Sword? Hee hee, looks like we can’t kill you today!”
The white-robed lady with the red rose was in her twenties, beautiful beyond words, alluring with endless charm. She smiled broadly at the corners of her eyes and brows. The word “kill” slipped off her tongue like flirtatious tease—normal as can be… She was a tempting, stunning woman through to the bone.
Princess Tanasha only gave a cold laugh, not answering.
But Sun Fei clearly saw her elegant brows unconsciously knit together in that second. She obviously loathed this woman, not wanting to exchange even a word with her.
“Who’s this flirty lady?”
Sun Fei stood near the Princess Royal and suddenly whispered it softly in her ear. Though quiet, it carried clearly to ears around. Your Majesty the King clearly meant it on purpose.
Sure enough, “flirty lady” brought a bright smile to the Princess Royal’s face, ripples like ocean waves in her blue eyes. But the white-robed lady with the red rose, though still chuckling as she eyed Sun Fei, hid deadly intent beneath her charming grin—making Sun Fei shudder inside.
“What do I care? With the ace guy here, you can’t bite me.”
Seeing the young ace with the Rusty Sword nearby, Sun Fei felt boosted with guts. He glared teasingly at the woman, his gaze scanning her chest a bit meanly—so small, barely B-cup.
That quick glance struck a nerve in Paris, the white-robed woman, her look turning sharp.
Soon, Knight Commander Roman Pavlichenko rushed onto the Royal Altar with over two hundred Knights. They surrounded the five Assassins and Paris tightly, a forest of spears and blades gleaming cold silver, all aimed at this group.
The scales of victory clearly leaned toward the Princess Royal’s side now.
The vital Farad tilting the scales was that common young man with the Rusty Sword. He stood far above the rest, alone enough to mop up everyone present with ease…
But somehow, Sun Fei felt puzzled. This Paris lady—was she dense? If almost beaten, why not stay hidden? Why pop out?
Just then—
“Princess Tanasha, my promise is done. Farewell.”
The Rusty Sword young man broke in with a baffling, unexpected phrase. Before anyone reacted, his figure flickered and vanished off the Royal Altar, his presence gone too… He left just like that.