Chapter 2211 - 2208: Mutually Slaughtering

Chapter 2211: Chapter 2208: Mutually Slaughtering

"Baga, what are you waiting for, kill him!" Hou Xinchang endured the sharp pain and roared viciously.

Swoosh swoosh swoosh...

A faint tearing sound of wind rang out as three throwing knives flew out from the crowd, all shooting toward the same target—Lin Tian.

Lin Tian’s expression didn’t change. His hand flipped and a few coins appeared, about to be flicked out, but someone moved even faster. Ling Zishan flicked her finger and three sky-cyan Sword Qi blades appeared, instantly shooting down the three hidden weapons.

She lifted her hand again and another three streaks of Sword Qi shot out, accurately piercing into three spots in the crowd. Three miserable screams rang out, the crowd stirred in panic and hastily backed away, and three people appeared in everyone’s line of sight.

Three young men, short in stature, lay on the ground. Blood flowed from each of their feet; just like Hou Xinchang, all three had their right foot crippled.

"Tie them up." Ling Zishan said calmly, as if it were nothing.

Disciples of the Ling Family immediately stepped out, trussed the three up tightly, and pushed them into the middle of the arena.

"To actually sneak into the tournament, these Island Country samurai really have some nerve." The Ancient Martial Artists were furious.

"The Hua Xia Martial Arts World and the Island Country Martial Arts World have always had grudges. Them doing this is normal, very much in line with their usual ’all’s fair in war’ bushido spirit."

Back then, Japan came to the Yun Family to stir up trouble and stole the Wang Family’s eldest grandson, resulting in the Wang Family leading a large group of Ancient Martial Artists to Japan for a bloody slaughter. So this kind of enmity has always existed.

With something like this happening, it was actually the Independent Ancient Martial Practitioners who were more agitated. As for the few Ancient Martial Families, from beginning to end they remained very calm, even in a watching-the-show mood—like the Situ family and their ilk.

"Trash!" Hou Xinchang cursed his three companions savagely. The three kept their heads down, not daring to speak.

"Pavilion Master, how should we deal with these Japanese?" the Ling Family disciples asked respectfully.

"Ling Pavilion Master, why not hand them over to my Situ family, and we’ll deal with them." Situ Yuanzhong’s eyes flashed as he suddenly spoke, putting on a very selfless expression.

Lin Tian sneered inwardly. So eager—obviously for the Mo Blade Technique. He wanted to force it out. Too bad: meat that’s already in my hands, how could I possibly gift it to your Situ family for nothing.

As expected, Ling Pavilion Master rejected the Situ family’s kind offer, looked at Lin Tian and said, "It was Lin Tian who captured Hou Xinchang. I think it’s better to let Lin Tian handle the matter."

Situ Yuanzhong frowned and, unwilling to give up, said, "Hou Xinchang is a Japanese, yet he possesses the Mo Blade Technique. This Martial Arts skill has been lost for hundreds of years. It’s finally reappeared today, and you hand him over to a junior to deal with? I’m afraid that’s a bit inappropriate."

The old man was straightforward. Seeing Ling Pavilion Master agree, he directly laid the issue on the table.

"Hehe, you bunch of Huaxia Ancient Martial Artists still dreaming about getting the Mo Blade Technique? I say you’re daydreaming in broad daylight." Hou Xinchang sneered, face full of disdain.

"As long as you write out the Mo Blade Technique from memory, I’ll spare your life." Lin Tian didn’t care what the Situ family thought and spoke directly.

Hou Xinchang’s eyes flickered, but his expression remained disdainful. "Our mission failed—we never expected to live. Even if you let me go, I’d die when I go back. Tell me, what reason do I have to give you the Mo Blade Technique? I’d rather die happily here than go back and be punished."

When he mentioned punishment, Hou Xinchang’s whole body trembled, as if he’d thought of something terrifying.

Lin Tian naturally understood that for these Island Country samurai and Ninja, if they failed their mission, their master behind the scenes would never let them go. What awaited them would be punishments worse than death.

Lin Tian moved his wheelchair a few times, came to stand before Hou Xinchang, and smiled faintly. "People like you who lick blood off the blade walk on the edge of life and death every mission. When you’re not on a mission, you definitely live a life of debauchery and indulgence, right?"

"If I’m not mistaken, you’ve got a few secret lovers overseas, don’t you? Dying like this, can you really bear to leave those beauties behind? Oh, right—if you die, those women of yours will definitely throw themselves into other men’s arms."

"Think about it: however those women used to serve you, that’s exactly how they’ll serve their new men." Lin Tian deliberately slowed his speech, giving Hou Xinchang plenty of time to imagine the scene.

Your own lover crying out beneath another man—that kind of scene is something no man can tolerate. Of course, Lin Tian didn’t actually know his situation; he was just guessing.

Reality proved Lin Tian’s guess right. Hou Xinchang gnashed his teeth, clenched his fists, and said darkly, "Baga, they’re loyal only to me. If I die, they’ll die for me."

That sentence was equivalent to admitting Lin Tian’s guess. Ling Shuiyao shook her head and said, "Lin Tian really is a devil, always able to grab the enemy’s weak spot."

"It’s despicable, but I have to admit, it’s very effective." Miss was already used to Lin Tian’s filthy mouth. If it had been before, with Lin Tian saying something that crude, she would definitely have despised him first.

Besides, she also wanted to take back the lost Mo Blade Technique. For hundreds and thousands of years, many Japanese traveled in Huaxia, and when they returned home, they quietly took away quite a few national treasures.

Those national treasures included many unique heirlooms—Five-stringed Pipa, authentic paintings and calligraphy, porcelain, one-of-a-kind classics, among them Ancient Martial classics.

In the Tang Dynasty, the Mo Blade and Mo Blade Technique were not to be passed on. Tang law even stipulated that even imperial relatives weren’t allowed to collect Mo Blades, much less use them as burial goods, because Mo Blades were too hard to forge and were only allowed for the army to use in killing enemies.

But since the Japanese actually know the Mo Blade Technique, it’s very likely that the technique was secretly taken out by traveling Japanese of that era. So her thinking was the same as Lin Tian’s: they both wanted to reclaim the Mo Blade Technique.

Hou Xinchang lowered his head halfway, silent, no one knowing what he was thinking.

Lin Tian tapped the armrest of his wheelchair, pulling his mind back, and said, "I know what you’re thinking. You all came out together on this mission. If you betray them, your companions, in order to atone for their failure, might expose you..."

Before he finished speaking, Hou Xinchang suddenly flicked his hand, and three hidden weapons flew out, in the blink of an eye piercing into the necks of the three Island Country samurai. Blood sprayed as the three slowly toppled over, clutching their throats, blood gushing constantly from their mouths, unable even to speak.

This scene of killing his own people stunned all the Ancient Martial Artists. Even Lin Tian was momentarily dazed, thinking, this guy is ruthless—before I even made a move, you silenced them yourself.

"I agree to your terms." After killing, Hou Xinchang’s attitude did a complete one-eighty. This sentence made the Situ family’s faces look a bit ugly, while the other families took it better than the Situ family did.

"A wise man submits to the circumstances." Lin Tian smiled, then turned to Ling Zishan. "Ling Pavilion Master, I’ll need to borrow some brush and ink from you."

Ling Zishan waved her hand, and a disciple carried out a low table and set it in front of Hou Xinchang, with paper and brush on top.

Hou Xinchang sat down at the table directly, ignoring the wound on his foot, and began to write. Whether intentionally or not, Hou Xinchang didn’t use anything to block the view; he just wrote it out in front of everyone. Quite a few people craned their necks, trying to see what he was copying down.