Seeing sixteen Yang nation men draw their swords and charge, their killing intent like a rainbow, Gu Qinghan’s gaze turned cold. She swiftly sheathed her Tang blade. As the sixteen Yang nation men reached her, Gu Qinghan’s blade gathered a thousand jin of force.
In that flash of lightning, Gu Qinghan’s blade was out of its sheath.
No one could describe the speed of this strike, nor its terror.
The moment this blade was drawn, all sixteen Yang nation men froze before Gu Qinghan.
These sixteen men did not advance a single inch further, for they were already dead.
The instant Gu Qinghan’s blade was unsheathed, it had severed their throats. It took less than a second to claim their lives.
This move was the Drawn Sword Slash, taught to Gu Qinghan by Shen Lang.
Unlike Shen Lang’s Sword Draw technique, this strike carried less power but was significantly faster. After killing, not a drop of blood was visible on the Tang blade.
"Gu... Qing... Han..."
Seeing Gu Qinghan kill sixteen men with a single strike, Yamamoto Nijugo’s face turned ashen.
From the moment he first saw Gu Qinghan, Yamamoto Nijugo had looked down on her, believing her to be merely a pretty face who had risen through the ranks solely due to her family background.
But now, witnessing Gu Qinghan’s successive attacks, Yamamoto Nijugo realized just how formidable this woman was. It was no wonder she had become the Director of the Criminal Investigation Department of the Nanling Martial Guard Bureau at such a young age.
There are some people who, if you cannot befriend them upon meeting, you must eliminate.
This is because such individuals are far too dangerous. If not a friend, they are an enemy, and as an enemy, their threat is immense.
Yamamoto Nijugo had resolved to kill Gu Qinghan and Qin Long today at any cost, ensuring his traitorous plan remained undiscovered.
"Gu Qinghan, I must admit, you have indeed shocked me. However, today you will still die."
Yamamoto Nijugo looked at the killing intent radiating from Gu Qinghan and shouted sternly, "I refuse to believe you can defeat eight hundred men alone."
With that, Yamamoto Nijugo waved his hand and continued to command, "Continue the attack! Kill this woman, no matter the cost."
"Kill—"
Yamamoto Nijugo, a high-ranking official in the Yang nation capital's Martial Guard Bureau, having become a deputy director at a young age, issued his order. This time, sixty Yang nation men surrounded Gu Qinghan from all directions, brandishing their katanas as they charged at her.
Honestly, if the terrain were not so narrow, preventing hundreds of men from pressing forward simultaneously, Gu Qinghan would have been overwhelmed by hundreds of attackers at once and would not have survived.
Gu Qinghan knew this, which was why she dared to face all her enemies alone.
"One man holding the pass, ten thousand dare not tread." For the first time, Gu Qinghan felt the spirit of the ancient warriors.
"Come—"
Facing the enemies charging from all directions, Gu Qinghan let out a sharp cry, and the Tang blade in her hand once again radiated a chilling edge.
Gu Qinghan knew that her current situation was akin to being surrounded by a pack of wolves. To survive, she had to be even more ferocious and ruthless than them.
Human potential is unleashed by challenging environments. To protect Qin Long and the others, Gu Qinghan's eyes turned red, her killing intent soared like a rainbow, and she completely abandoned defense, transforming into pure offense.
Facing the fifteen Yang nation men charging from the front, Gu Qinghan did not retreat but instead charged directly at them.
As three katanas slashed towards her, Gu Qinghan raised her blade and cut through all three. Then, with a horizontal sweep, the heads of three Yang nation men flew off.
These were all heinous criminals, wanted fugitives, and condemned prisoners. Gu Qinghan felt no mercy for them.
The moment three heads fell, Gu Qinghan’s eyes flashed coldly. Gripping her blade with both hands, she thrust forward. The next Yang nation man, a one-eyed individual, was directly impaled through the heart with a single strike.
"Bang—"
As the one-eyed Yang nation man cried out in agony, Gu Qinghan kicked him away forcefully, sending him crashing into the two Yang nation men who were charging behind him, knocking them to the ground.
The two Yang nation men, sprawled on the ground, didn't even have time to react. Gu Qinghan rolled forward and swiftly slit both their throats.
"Again—"
Gu Qinghan's ferocity sent a shiver of fear through the enemies charging from the front, causing them to retreat in disarray.
However, at this moment, enemies from the rear and flanks arrived.
Surrounded on all sides, yet Gu Qinghan did not feel overwhelmed. At this instant, her hearing and nerves were amplified to an unprecedented degree, and her reactions became incredibly swift.
"Swish—"
Gu Qinghan executed a graceful spin, her Tang blade tracing a full three-hundred-and-sixty-degree circle.
"Bang—"
In an instant, the throats of the twelve enemies behind and to the sides of Gu Qinghan were severed. With a gush of blood, they collapsed to the ground, their lives extinguished.
What Gu Qinghan hadn't anticipated was that while she was dealing with the enemies behind and to the sides, the ones in front had already closed in.
"Swoosh swoosh swoosh—"
Perhaps wary of Gu Qinghan's ruthless aura, the enemies this time chose to use hidden weapons.
Shuriken, a type of ninja projectile.
In a single moment, the nine enemies in front simultaneously drew a shuriken and hurled them like a barrage of raindrops towards Gu Qinghan.
Seeing this, Gu Qinghan's expression shifted slightly. She continuously swung her Tang blade, deflecting the incoming shuriken to the ground.
However, just as Gu Qinghan had deflected eight shuriken, enemies from the left and right flanks attacked again.
Gu Qinghan's expression changed, and she was momentarily distracted. As a result, the remaining shuriken struck her.
The shuriken hit Gu Qinghan in the abdomen, but she felt no pain. She quickly turned back, swiftly slew the two Yang nation men on her left, then spun around to evade the katanas swung by the two Yang nation men on her right, killing them with a single strike. She then kicked up a katana and caught it in her left hand. With the left-hand blade held behind her and the right-hand blade pointed at the enemies ahead, no one dared to advance rashly.
"Gu Qinghan, you are truly as I expected, the one Song Shadao values most. You possess extraordinary capabilities. To have killed so many of my men after two hours of desperate escape... even I must commend you."
As Gu Qinghan, drenched in sweat and panting heavily after her escape and subsequent battle, stood there, a man emerged from behind the crowd and stopped directly in front of her, speaking with a smile.
The man before her was in his early fifties, dressed in a black kimono, with a katana at his waist. The entire katana was crimson, and a string of prayer beads hung from its hilt.
He was none other than the person Gu Qinghan and her team were tasked with apprehending: the Asian drug kingpin, He Yaodong.
Gu Qinghan hadn't expected He Yaodong to dare show himself. After her initial shock, a daring thought took root in her mind.