chsdbacks Chapter 169 Aheng: I can feel that they are all going in one direction.
Chapter 169 Aheng: I can feel that they are all going in one direction.
A brief silence froze between the three of them, forming a thin, brittle layer of ice.
Then, the ice shattered.
The battle started abruptly.
He didn't say a word.
The battle began immediately five seconds after they met.
Ge Xiaolun was the first to make a move.
Without the slightest hesitation, Ge Xiaolun swung his blood-red greatsword directly at Yaheng.
Ding!
Facing Garen's two-handed sword strikes, Aheng wielded a gun with one hand.
Easily accepted
He seemed to be under no pressure at all.
Very relaxed
Seeing this, Cheng Yaowen immediately stepped forward to help.
The crimson spear was aimed directly at Aheng's chest.
Aheng frowned, realizing the difference in their strength.
Are you planning to team up with this Darkin next to you to eliminate me first?
That's fine...
With a powerful thrust, Aheng deflected the greatsword with his spear.
Then I'll send you all to liberation!
He brandished his spear, clashing fiercely with the spear thrust by Cheng Yaowen.
The two spears collided violently in mid-air, spear tips to spear tips, facing off head-on.
The impact point unleashed a ring of dark golden shockwaves, blasting away the crimson dust within hundreds of meters and exposing the bare rock layers beneath.
Cheng Yaowen felt an overwhelming force coming from the gun, his hand trembled violently, and his entire right arm went numb.
So strong!
Both being Darkin, yet the difference is so vast!?
It was even stronger than when he used one hand to block Ge Xiaolun's full-force slash, so strong that it made people doubt that this guy had used his full strength at all.
Cheng Yaowen quickly made a judgment in his mind.
He has no chance of winning in a one-on-one fight. He must cooperate with Ge Xiaolun to form a pincer attack and wear down his stamina with a continuous offensive before he can find an opening.
Thinking this, he stopped engaging Aheng in direct combat and instead used the recoil from the gun to retreat rapidly.
Ge Xiaolun, who was standing to the side, instantly understood what Cheng Yaowen meant.
"I'll help you!"
Ge Xiaolun leaped high from behind Cheng Yaowen, holding a greatsword. The scarlet patterns on the sword lit up, and he gripped the sword with both hands, using the momentum of his fall to slash down with all his might, without holding back.
The shrill sound of the air being torn apart took a full half-beat to reach the ears of everyone present, and before that, the sword's edge had already cleaved less than three feet above Aheng's head.
At the same time, Cheng Yaowen's spear thrust out from directly in front, the tip transforming into dozens of indistinguishable afterimages, each pointing towards a different vital point.
He didn't need to actually stab him; he just needed to distract Aheng so he could distinguish which shot was real and which was fake.
The real killing move is Ge Xiaolun's slash; he's just an auxiliary.
Facing the combined attack of the two, the killer move
Aheng simply raised his crescent-shaped longsword calmly, and the sun patterns on the blade lit up.
Long sword swung
A beam of light slashed out from the God of Blades
Ge Xiaolun, who was about to strike Aheng, and Cheng Yaowen, who was about to stab Aheng, instantly felt a threat from death.
Forced to halt their offensive, they instantly switched to defense.
After a loud bang, the two were knocked back dozens of meters and landed heavily on the ground.
Ge Xiaolun plowed two deep trenches, several meters long, into the reddish-brown rock.
The tip of the greatsword dragged on the ground, drawing a straight line of fire.
Cheng Yaowen used the force of his spear hitting the ground to barely steady himself, the spear tip piercing a series of fine cracks in the rock.
The two looked up at the same time, their eyes wide with shock at the silver-gray figure holding a crescent-shaped longsword in mid-air.
Aheng slowly floated down from the sky, his silver-gray ascended divine body standing out against the crimson sky like a god emerging from ancient mythology.
His landing was extremely light; not a speck of dust was stirred when his boots touched the ground, but the invisible pressure made the surrounding air seem to freeze.
"Good teamwork."
Yaheng finally spoke, uttering his first words since they met.
His gaze swept calmly over the two of them, his tone devoid of sarcasm, yet carrying an undeniable air of judgment.
"But their strength is still somewhat lacking."
He raised the crescent-shaped longsword in his hand, and the sun pattern on the blade lit up again, with crimson-gold flames slowly spreading along the blade.
A complex emotion surfaced in those crimson vertical pupils.
It wasn't murderous intent, but rather a feeling akin to pity.
"I'm sorry, my former comrades. For the sake of this world, you must be sealed away."
After he finished speaking, he prepared to swing his sword and re-seal the two men back into their weapons.
"Wait!" Ge Xiaolun suddenly called out.
Aheng paused for a moment, but showed no intention of stopping.
In his view, the other party was simply trying to say things like "let's take revenge together," "let's rule the world together," or "let's destroy the world together."
He had heard these words far too many times, from countless kin who had once fought side by side but whose minds had ultimately been devoured by the void.
Ge Xiaolun clearly realized that the other party had no intention of stopping, and quickly shouted:
"So... did you lose your mind?"
These words finally made Aheng stop.
He tilted his head slightly, his crimson vertical pupils scrutinizing the young man in scarlet armor before him.
He then turned his gaze to Cheng Yaowen, who was also dressed in blood red, and remained silent for a moment.
"You don't have any either?"
Ge Xiaolun and Cheng Yaowen both breathed a sigh of relief.
I thought I was going to die here after being corrupted by the power of the Darkin.
Aheng's arm, which had been gripping the crescent-shaped longsword, slowly fell to his sides.
The chilling light on the blade diminished considerably, and the oppressive aura emanating from it, as if it were judging all living beings, vanished without a trace.
Ge Xiaolun relaxed his tense defensive posture and let out a long breath:
"Yaowen and I... oh, you know, the guy next to me, were also just affected by this weapon."
"Although it does feel different from before, at least I can still feel that a sliver of a bottom line remains in my heart."
As he spoke, he pointed to Cheng Yaowen standing to the side.
Aheng was taken aback for a moment upon hearing this, but quickly understood.
At least if you can hold onto your principles, you won't go insane, which is good.
but... ...
"You said you were just affected by the weapons?" he pressed.
Ge Xiaolun and Cheng Yaowen nodded without thinking much about it.
Yaheng fell silent.
He recalled what Zhao Xin had said.
"My brother is nearby. If he finds I'm missing and comes looking for me, we'll both beat you to a pulp."
It seems that these two are the brothers Zhao Xin was talking about.
Seeing that Yaheng remained silent, Ge Xiaolun and Cheng Yaowen exchanged a glance, both feeling a little apprehensive.
Is this guy planning to make a move?
Do you know Zhao Xin?
Aheng suddenly spoke up and asked a question that had nothing to do with the current standoff.
Ge Xiaolun and Cheng Yaowen were both stunned for a moment.
Ge Xiaolun frowned, his tone becoming more wary:
"Zhao Xin is our brother. Why are you asking him? What did you do to him?"
As he spoke the last few words, his fingers gripping the greatsword tightened unconsciously.
"Where did you hear that name from?"
Cheng Yaowen raised his spear slightly, and the dark golden light re-condensed at the tip, ready to strike again at any moment.