Become a Knight Across the World

Chapter 141 The War King (Part 2)

After a brief exchange, Ye Chen knew very well that if he continued to fight the War King head-on, he would likely find it difficult to gain the upper hand. So, a plan formed in his mind.

Suddenly, his footsteps became erratic and unpredictable, leaving the War King bewildered and causing his attack rhythm to slow down slightly.

Taking advantage of the brief moment, Ye Chen swiftly reached into his robes and pulled out several silver needles that gleamed with a cold light. With a sudden flick of his wrist, the silver needles transformed into streaks of silver light, shooting towards the War King with lightning speed.

The War King, a veteran of countless battles, quickly sensed the approaching danger. He reacted swiftly, his body spinning rapidly like a top, trying to dodge the silver needles. However, despite his efforts, one of the needles grazed his cheek, leaving a thin line of blood.

"What a despicable villain! How dare you use hidden weapons to injure people!" Zhan Wang roared in fury, his eyes wide open as he stared intently at Ye Chen.

"Haha, as the saying goes, all's fair in war. Today, I'll let you experience the power of sweetness!" Ye Chen's lips curled into a smug smile.

Thus, the fierce battle between the two intensified, with neither giving an inch. As time went on, Ye Chen was secretly surprised: he had used all his skills and gone all out, but the two sides were evenly matched.

The two clashed fiercely once more, his attacks like a whirlwind, relentlessly striking the War King's body. However, despite his numerous successful strikes, each hit from the War King caused him excruciating pain.

As time went by, he inwardly groaned. If this stalemate continued, he would surely be the first to run out of energy. No, he absolutely couldn't just sit and wait to die; he had to find a way to end this battle as soon as possible.

Ye Chen devised a plan. He deliberately pretended to stumble and stagger forward. Seeing this, Zhan Wang was overjoyed. He thought that the perfect opportunity had finally arrived, so he did not hesitate to use all his strength to throw a heavy punch straight at Ye Chen.

But no one expected that Ye Chen's seemingly clumsy lunge was actually a trap. Using the momentum of his forward lean, he suddenly slid downwards, his entire body moving like a nimble eel, quickly disappearing beneath the War King. Immediately afterward, with lightning speed, Ye Chen swung his hand back, the silver needle in his hand piercing towards the War King's head like lightning.

When the War King realized the situation was dire, it was too late to dodge. With a soft "plop," the silver needle pierced his head with deadly accuracy. The War King groaned, his body swaying involuntarily. Ye Chen seized the opportunity to leap into the air.

Faced with Ye Chen's fierce attack, the War King was enraged. He endured the pain in his head and launched a desperate counterattack. He opened his blood-red maw and bit down hard on Ye Chen's arm.

Ye Chen was immediately shocked. He never expected that the War King would use such a ruthless move. Moreover, the War King's bite force was extremely astonishing. No matter how Ye Chen struggled, he could not break free from the opponent's restraint.

The War King's eyes widened in fury, radiating a chilling aura. He raised his thick, powerful arm high, and his enormous fist, like a meteor, slammed down towards Ye Chen's head with a sharp whistling sound. This punch was incredibly fast, like lightning streaking across the night sky, arriving in the blink of an eye.

Ye Chen felt an immense pressure bearing down on him, and his heart suddenly raced, as if it were about to leap out of his throat.

At this critical moment, a cold light flashed! A long blade, like a dragon emerging from the sea, pierced through the War King's chest with lightning speed. In an instant, blood splattered everywhere, blooming like a blood flower in the air.

The War King's fist abruptly stopped in mid-air. His eyes widened in shock as he stared at the wound on his chest. The wound was deep enough to expose bone, and blood gushed out, staining his clothes crimson. As his life force rapidly drained away, his body gradually lost its support and collapsed limply to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Ye Chen was utterly exhausted. His legs gave way, and he collapsed to his knees with a thud. He braced himself on the ground, panting heavily, sweat streaming down his forehead and soaking his clothes. The harrowing scene he had just witnessed still lingered in his mind; if someone hadn't come to his rescue at the crucial moment, he would probably be the one lying on the ground right now.

At this moment, the person who saved Ye Chen's life slowly walked up to him: "My master said that one person's strength is limited. It seems that I arrived just in time."

"Get up yourself, I'm not going to help you!"