Age of Heroes, 10-game winning streak

At this time, their battlefield was far away from the previous flames, and there was only the light of street lamps and the not-so-bright moonlight around them.

The famous sword Kuaiyu was unsheathed, and the cold light that cut through the fierce night turned into a streak of light.

Not only was the knife fast, but he also swung it from the side and rear.

The moment he drew his sword, Yueyin took a step forward, his body driving the blade, and the attack of the sword seemed to disappear before his eyes.

When——!

The knife hit Zhou Youyi's back, but made a bouncing sound, as if it had hit a Ming Guang armor, and the recoil force was felt.

Zhou Youyi took a deep breath and held it. A white mark appeared on his back, and the broken skin was faintly visible.

Extraordinary skills and iron bones

This move is a defensive skill, but it is by no means invincible, nor can it be effective continuously. It converts a portion of the internal Qi into acquired Gang Qi and stores it. When attacked, it will be actively stimulated, causing the muscles throughout the body to harden. Through tense muscles, the whole body is hardened to withstand the attack.

It can be understood as a layer of shield.

Since it is a shield, it will not automatically recover once it is consumed.

If the shield is broken, he will also be injured by the cut.

He indeed didn't see the knife just now, but he immediately came to his senses when he was hit, and threw a punch from bottom to top, bringing out a violent gust of wind.

Bai Yu raised his sword and stepped back to avoid the punch, while at the same time swinging the sword back and turning his wrist in a standard cassock slash.

The so-called robe slash is a slash in which the knife is hidden under the robe. By adjusting the wrist movement, people cannot tell where the knife will come out from. Its angle is changeable, so it is often used in assassinations.

The kasaya is the clothing of monks, so the kasaya is also the assassination knife of monks.

It just needs a thick coat like a kasana to cover it in order to show its unexpected effect, such as the furisode of the kimono worn by Amamiya Mahiru.

The cassock slash that was swung in front of him was just an ordinary slash.

However, the exquisiteness of this knife lies in the fact that it was pitch black, and Bai Yu was standing against the light. When he turned his wrist, the blade changed from a reflective horizontal position to a horizontal position. That is, when you look at it, it no longer reflects light, but is like a thin sheet. Naturally, you cannot detect the direction of the blade's swing.

With Bai Yu's limited experience in using a knife, it was impossible for him to have such a subtle reaction. This was purely due to the "intuition" of the Wuming Ghost, which allowed him to subconsciously find the best solution in battle.

With this knife, Bai Yu slashed at the opponent's eyelids. No matter how strong the defense is, there is a place that cannot be defended, and that is the position of the three eyes.

This knife was extremely vicious. If it took away his eyesight, he would be almost half disabled... Even if he wasn't killed, the damage to his eyes could be cured with the medical technology in this world.

However, when he swung the knife, Bai Yu suddenly felt a chill. He also closed his eyes at this time, and his third eye took effect. He sensed an attack coming from the dark, so he gave up the attack and leaned back suddenly.

Gunshots were heard from behind. Bai Yu dodged two bullets, rolled on the ground, and picked up the glass fragments on the ground and threw them away.

"Ahhhh——!"

The glass hit a hand that was sticking out of the window, and the gun fell to the ground. Zhuang Dao covered his bloody palm and screamed.

"Just sit still and I'll come back to kill you later."

Bai Yu snorted. If the previous blow had hit him, there would be no need to waste time.

At this time, Zhou Youyi had already pounced on him, this time ignoring defense and just attacking.

He is an underground boxer, and he doesn't care about appearances, but about bloodiness and practicality, and it is best to win with one blow.

Therefore, fists are basically aimed at the vital parts of the human body. The temples, neck, and chest are all attack points for continuous punches.

But his punches were almost all in vain, and Bai Yu would not let him off and directly chopped him with a knife. Several consecutive punches hit the blade, and Zhou Youyi's hands were already torn and bleeding.

No matter how hard the armor is or how thick the calluses on the fists are, they cannot compare to the sharpness of the famous sword Kuai Yu.

His hands were so numb that he could hardly clench his fists... Decades of calluses on his fists were cracking, and bright red blood was flowing out.

This knife is sharper than the two front claws of the second-level disaster beast, the Blade Mantis, with whom he had a life-and-death battle in the underground black boxing ring.

When low-level transcendents fight, one piece of equipment is enough to fill the gap in strength between the two sides, and the opponent's advantage depends on the knife.

Zhou Youyi also knew that if he wanted to win he had to try to disarm the opponent. However, it was not easy even for a martial artist to disarm an ordinary person. He had to catch the opponent off guard or use Master Chen's unregulated fighting techniques. Both sides were extraordinary people, and it was almost impossible to disarm them with bare hands.

Even so, he had to take a gamble. As long as he could successfully surrender, he would have a chance to turn defeat into victory.

He wants to give it a try.

Then he lowered his raised hands and his fighting posture began to change.

Bai Yu couldn't judge the opponent's moves, so he just focused his attention on his legs.

He opened his eyes and no longer used his third eye to observe, but instead activated his own extraordinary skill... He named this skill 'Listening to Songs and Recognizing Music'.

What you see and hear is the other person's melody. This step can be called "listening to the song", and the step of replicating it is to play it again or synchronize it, which is also called "recognizing the song".

Unfortunately, listening to music and re-playing it are not easy. It is difficult to achieve a perfect reproduction, and the previous state of being of the same mind is difficult to achieve.

But it is more than enough for observation only.

With just one look, Bai Yu immediately determined that Zhou Youyi was planning to use the self-sacrifice technique.

He was anxious to determine the winner.

Just delay it a little.

Bai Yu thought so, but then stopped the idea. Instead, he sheathed his sword, took a few steps back, created a sufficient distance, and took a posture ready to face the enemy head-on.

Both sides wanted to end the fight in one move, and they all shared the same idea of not wanting to drag it on any longer.

Zhou Youyi took a deep breath and gathered all his true energy in his hands and feet. He made up his mind, rushed in, got close, and then used his kick desperately. The road here was quite soft, and this kick was enough to destroy the opponent's balance. Then he rushed forward to fight in close combat and grab the knife. Even if he would get hit by the knife, he would bet that the knife would not hit the vital part.

The idea was complete. He bent down slightly, tensed all his muscles, and began to accumulate tremendous strength. He was like a compressed spring.

Then, just as he thought, he rushed in and kicked the opponent closely, destroying his balance.

He waited for the moment when the other party would draw his knife, aiming at his wrist.

But Bai Yu was too slow to draw his sword, missed the best opportunity, and was already at a distance where he couldn't draw his sword anymore.

...He hesitated?

...good opportunity!

Zhou Youyi didn't have time to think any further and only wanted to grab the knife.

At this moment, Bai Yu raised his head and threw the knife in his hand directly over.

Zhou Youyi's CPU burned out immediately... His goal was to seize the knife, but the other party just lost the knife like that?

This kind of preemptive anticipation made his offensive intentions inconsistent, and his thinking could not keep up with the speed.

What's the next step to attack?

Is the target the wrist, ankle, or face?

He thought quickly, but not faster than his body. He couldn't even catch the knife. The contradiction in his thinking made it impossible for his body to coordinate.

He was hit on the nose by the scabbard and blinked subconsciously.

This blink completely deprived him of the opportunity to attack.

A hand pressed down on his shoulder, and a slight push made him lose his balance and fall forward.

What followed was a fierce knee strike. The kinetic energy of his forward lean and the force of his downward pressure made this knee strike particularly heavy.

The force of the collision went through his chin and directly to the top of his head, and the impact turned his brain upside down.

The series of actions looked as if Zhou Youyi himself rushed forward to receive the knee strike.

This was naturally not his original intention, but was predicted in advance.

The bald strong man fell to the ground and fainted. The severe concussion may also be accompanied by brain stem damage. Even if he is an extraordinary person, it is impossible for him to wake up in a short time.

Bai Yu was about to turn around when he suddenly felt a pulling sensation on his ankle.

He was bleeding from all seven orifices, but he still opened his mouth and tried to make a sound.

Bai Yu bent down and picked up the famous sword Kuai Yu, pulled out the safety pin of a fragmentation grenade, and placed it next to him.

"I wanted to let you go, but..."

He said expressionlessly, "You asked for it."

An explosion sounded from behind.

The flames lit up, and the human body was submerged in the explosion. Many pieces of blood and flesh were splashed around and smeared on the ground, which was extremely desolate and tragic.

Bai Yu put away his knife and gun, and walked towards the silent luxury car unarmed.

The car door was closed and the window was raised. A fat human figure could be vaguely seen through the translucent black window.

He reached out and patted the car door, knocked on the window, and greeted in a relaxed tone.

"Hey, Mr. Zhuang."

"We've arrived at Caishikou."

"You, it's time to get off..."

Chapter 102 I heard that capitalists and street lamps are a good match

I knocked on the car window, but there was no response from inside.

Bai Yu sighed and swung his knife fiercely. The sharp blade of Kuaiyu cut through the glass windows and steel doors.

The severed glass didn't break at all, but slid to the ground.

Bai Yu grabbed the edge and pulled, tearing a path through the locked car door.

He calmly stared at the obese man in the back seat covering his bleeding hand, and said in surprise: "To be honest..."

He said with some disappointment: "You are far worse than your brother."

Judging from his appearance, this man who seems to have at least three high and two high diseases is not as intimidating as his younger brother Zhuang Sheng.

But capitalists are probably like this. They may look fat and ugly, or they may be elegant, but when they eat people, there is never any blood. They are vampires who suck blood from everyone.

Bai Yu sat in the back seat of the car. Since it was an extended luxury car, it could accommodate two people.

He sat down opposite Zhuang Dao, threw away the Kuai Yu Knife with his right hand, and the weapon stuck into the ground after leaving his right hand, reflecting the faint moonlight. With his left hand, he opened the small refrigerator in the car and took out a bottle of quite expensive brand of wine.

"Johnnie Walker... I never tasted this kind of wine until I died in my previous life."

Bai Yu took a look at the brand and sighed. He didn't expect that there were such luxury wine brands in this world. The most expensive one he had ever drunk in his previous life was Feitian Moutai. It seemed that the other party brought it when he attended the company banquet for the tenth time. Because the business talks went very smoothly, Bai Yu was also given a bottle of wine for free.

He took out a glass and put two pieces of ice in it. Instead of using a bottle opener, he twisted off the bottle cap with his bare hands and poured out the fragrant brown-gold wine.

After taking a sip of the fine wine, Bai Yu leaned back in his chair, looking at the luxurious interior of the car, and sighed, "It's great to be rich."

Zhuang Dao covered his bleeding palm with an ice cube to stop the bleeding. Blood mixed with melted water flowed onto his pants.

He looked at the man in front of him with a ferocious expression and couldn't utter a word. Although he held the ice pick in his right hand, he had no confidence in killing the other person.

Bai Yu continued to rummage through the refrigerator and found two bottles of champagne. A few expensive cigars also fell on the ground, but he didn't smoke, so he threw the cigars away.

"If you like, I can give you my watch..."

Zhuang Dao's eyes were dark. "This is a special limited edition item I bought. It's very expensive."

"Oh? How expensive?"

"A few million."

"Even gold isn't this expensive." Bai Yu sighed, "As expected of a capitalist, he's very rich."

"What's the use of having money..." Zhuang Dao suppressed his anger. "I still can't stop you, a madman. I spent so much money, hired so many people, and sacrificed so many lives, but I can't stop you alone!"

Bai Yu took a sip of Johnnie Walker whiskey and nodded. "Indeed, if it weren't for me, you would probably be able to escape unscathed today. You could have escaped somewhere else and continued the rest of your life squandering money, then married and had children, building a happy family. Finally, you could close your eyes surrounded by your children and grandchildren, ending a life of abundance and without regrets."

He glanced at Zhuang and said, "What a pity! You'll die here. Even though it's night time, I can't allow you to have such a beautiful dream."

Zhuang Dao opened his mouth, his expression twisted, his hair disheveled, and he roared, "You've destroyed everything I have! You killed my brother! You've ruined my life and career! I'm completely finished. Yes, just as you thought! You've successfully destroyed a wealthy man like me! Are you satisfied?"

Ding ding! Bai Yu swirled his wine glass, the ice making a crisp sound as it hit the glass. He raised his glass, peering through the glass at the other person's distorted expression. He spoke slowly, "You seem to have misunderstood something... Actually, whether you're rich or poor, what does it have to do with me? I won't look down on you for that, nor will I despise you for that. Everyone has their own destiny and aspirations. Everyone is different. If your wealth stems from your achievements, then I can commend your strength and courage—but you've crossed the line. You should never consider yourself superior and trample on the lives and dignity of others."

He dropped the glass, the ice rolled along the floor, and the wine soaked the expensive carpet inside the car.

"Capitalist, rich... before these labels, you're just a human being, an ordinary person. You're no more noble than anyone else. When you trample on the law and justice, you become a mere criminal. Your multi-million dollar watches or this luxury car are nothing more than external possessions. No matter how much money you have, it can't save your life."

"Having money is great, having power is great, having force is great, but... these are not enough to justify trampling on the lives of ordinary people."

"The Ruan siblings are already trying hard to survive. They just want to live a normal life. What crime have they committed? Why do they have to become a stepping stone for a fat pig like you?"

Bai Yu let out the bad breath that had been accumulating in his chest.

"The greatest fairness in the world is that everyone has only one life."