393: Chapter 191: My Sword Has Never Been Dull 393: Chapter 191: My Sword Has Never Been Dull Qi Bing’s combat power wasn’t particularly outstanding, at least not up to the standard of the tough guys under Han Bin’s command.
But he was an elite agent of the Special Service Bureau, with extensive experience in handling special affairs.
Of course, he was very modest, always saying he knew nothing and was just a Big-Headed Soldier.
Wang Yunxiao held a reserved attitude towards his words.
The members of the Special Service Bureau in grey military uniforms basically all started as Garrison Soldiers, and the advantage of Garrison Soldiers was in Forming Array.
Forming Array required at least three people.
He and Liang Dao came as a pair, and they didn’t usually work very closely together.
Bluffing laymen was one thing, but in Wang Yunxiao’s view, he might not have been telling the truth, holding something back.
Just as the Echo Erosion at the scene was gradually subsiding, and something seemed about to be born from the flesh and blood in midair at that critical moment, Qi Bing suddenly made his move.
The timing he chose to strike…
wasn’t inappropriate, but Wang Yunxiao always felt something was off.
The enemy was clearly at the end of their tether.
They could probably call it a day after finishing the third phase.
We shouldn’t be in a rush at this time, so what are you rushing out there for?
To claim credit?
What was there to claim?
If you want it, take it!
Thinking about all the flesh and corpses left at the scene made Wang Yunxiao’s scalp tingle.
Little Gourd couldn’t handle it, he could only wait for the Special Service Bureau to come and clean up.
At that time…
It happened in a flash; Qi Bing’s sword glinted, and suddenly a distorted fissure tore through the air.
A bald head flew high into the air, and the body clad in a red nun’s habit slowly fell to the ground.
His first strike had actually decapitated the missing Holy Grail Bishop, who hadn’t shown his face!
It turned out that the man hadn’t been hiding in the basement concocting some plot, but had already come to the scene to micromanage—thinking about it carefully, it wasn’t unreasonable.
The boss’s transition between the stages had been so smooth and soft that Wang Yunxiao had begun to feel it wasn’t like fighting an AI.
And Qi Bing had keenly seized this rare opportunity, directly entering the scene and beheading the Holy Grail Bishop with one sword.
So that’s how it was; indeed, he was worthy of being an elite agent of the Special Service Bureau…
While Wang Yunxiao was thinking this, a sudden change occurred at the scene.
Qi Bing cut down the Bishop with one sword and was about to strike another to split the flesh in midair, but at that moment, the shadow behind him suddenly twisted, and his body was pulled and twisted involuntarily along with it.
That intended strike, under everyone’s gaze, actually changed direction, and with a reverse stroke, he slit his own throat!
“Shameless scum!”
Han Bin shouted angrily, taking a swift step toward Qi Bing’s back, placing his hands on his shoulders, and twisting his uncontrollable arms behind his body.
But the next moment, he kept stepping back, waving his hands as if fighting against an invisible enemy in the air.
An invisible enemy?
Wang Yunxiao suddenly realized and quickly put on the Multi-Dimensional Periscope Veronica had given him.
The world before his eyes shattered instantaneously, and he saw a slender Ghost Shadow with its lower half hidden in the shadow behind Qi Bing and its upper half conjuring dozens of arms, launching a relentless assault on Han Bin shrouded in eerie black mist.
And the Sword of Impermanence in Qi Bing’s hands had slipped from his control, tied with a rope and dragged into the depths of the Outer Dimension.
He wanted to steal the Sword of Impermanence?
Wang Yunxiao could see the scene unfolding before him, and naturally so could the Church’s tactical squad.
The nuns immediately dropped their heavy weapons and picked up daggers and entrenching tools, charging into the fray.
Because the combatants were entangled with each other, firing guns could easily harm their own people, and besides, gunfire was ineffective in battles that spilled into the Outer Dimension.
“Follow me!”
Wang Yunxiao shouted, but received no response; the clamor around him faded away.
He looked around and discovered, to his disbelief, that the world beside him had lost its color, and his brothers had charged past him without noticing his disappearance.
Was I also pulled into the Outer Dimension?
Wang Yunxiao quickly understood his current state and identified the source of the problem.
Someone had been lurking in the shadows, planning to steal the Sword of Impermanence from Qi Bing, and the means chosen were cunning, exploiting the chaos that ensued after Qi Bing fell to silently drag the sword into the Outer Dimension and make off with it.
Wang Yunxiao had noticed the issue right away but hadn’t had the chance to alert others.
Perhaps because he had been focusing on the Sword of Impermanence all along, he was also dragged into this dimension.
Whatever the purpose of the adversary, it was clear they would not appreciate their prize being weighed down by such an encumbrance.
Thus, in the next moment, two sharp daggers emerged silently from the void, hiding in the blind spot behind Wang Yunxiao, aiming a stealthy thrust at his lower back without a sound.
Trying to kidney punch me?
Wang Yunxiao himself was quite adept at these stealthy tactics and had remained highly vigilant.
How could he possibly fall for such a childish trick?
He lunged forward to dodge the twin daggers, and in doing so, he also reached the Sword of Impermanence, grasping its hilt in his hand.
The rope wound around the hilt, with the other end stretching into the unknown, suddenly tensed, nearly causing Wang Yunxiao to stumble and lose his balance.
But it still didn’t pull him off his feet.
Wang Yunxiao himself was unclear on how strong his hands were at the moment, considering he could do three hundred one-handed pull-ups at the school as easily as playing, without breaking a sweat.
He effortlessly cut the rope with a backhanded strike of the sword, and then the moves Han Bin had just revealed surfaced in his mind.
Holding Hill, Controlling River…
So this is how you perform the Eight Trigram Palm?
It seems my previous thoughts were somewhat limited.
Wang Yunxiao’s understanding of the Martial Path was still at the level of martial arts movies he had seen as a child.
The so-called martial artists he had seen after crossing over, like Guozi and Old Master He, practiced techniques that did not exceed his imagination.
He had thought that in such a chaotic world, the decline of the Martial Path, gradually being phased out by the times, was inevitable.
It was only after witnessing Han Bin’s display of the Eight Trigram Mastery that he was deeply shocked.
Hold on a second, are you telling me that the phrases in the Secret Manual are not adjectives or metaphors, but objective descriptions?
There’s an old saying, isn’t there?
“With a single thought, the universe broadens…” That’s not quite it, but something along those lines.
Watching the daggers vanish quietly back into the void, apparently intending another sneak attack, Wang Yunxiao smirked with disdain.
The opponent was clearly ignorant, not having noticed the Multi-Dimensional Periscope on his face.
What use is it to hide your form in another dimension when I can see you?
If I can see you, there’s no escape.
It’s the principle of “recognition”!