"Good, old man has never seen a dead man come back to life, nor have I ever fought a man who was dead with a blade!" Qiu Ruhai held his curved saber, its cold light dazzling.
The three women pulled Ren Yuanhao aside in unison. Before they could speak, Ren Yuanhao already knew what they wanted to say.
"I'm fine. As a man, to have three women protecting me, my pride won't allow it."
Ren Yuanhao's long saber trembled, his back appearing as majestic as a mountain. The three women's hearts pounded like deer, yet they couldn't help but worry about the man before them.
At this moment, Qiu Yang, after observing for a while, finally confirmed that Ren Yuanhao was alive and not some corpse. His heart relaxed slightly, and then he jumped out from behind the screen, hands on his hips, and said arrogantly, "Uncle Hai, it doesn't matter if he's human or ghost, I'll take responsibility if he's killed! Let this brat know the consequences of fighting me for a woman."
Qiu Ruhai ignored him entirely, instead staring intently at the man who had come back to life, and said in a deep voice, "Pride? I'll take away your pride right now!"
He lunged forward, his lean body exceptionally agile. The curved saber, reflecting the lightning, glinted with points of cold light, like blue sparks erupting from the tip of an arc. Ren Yuanhao also stepped forward, his black saber like a Flood Dragon in his hand. As they collided, he brought it down with a head-splitting chop. Their blades met, sending sparks flying, and both felt their tiger's mouths go numb. The curved saber unleashed several more moves in an instant, while the black saber blocked horizontally and vertically.
In the blink of an eye, they had exchanged forty to fifty moves, fighting fiercely and seemingly evenly matched. Qiu Yang, watching from the side, was filled with impatience.
He thought, if this bastard hadn't come back to life, I probably would have already taken those three women into my arms, stolen their virtue, and been in a passionate embrace by now.
The thought fueled his desire, and he yelled at Qiu Ruhai, "Damn it, Uncle Hai, aren't you usually so capable? How come you can't take down this little brat after thirty to fifty moves? Your Qiu family saber skills must have greatly declined with age!"
"Nonsense!"
Enraged by Qiu Yang's words, Qiu Ruhai’s saber speed suddenly increased. To his great shock, not only could the young man keep pace with his saber movements with his long saber, but he was also getting more and more adept at fighting!
"Holy crap, old man, aren't you intentionally holding back and delaying my good deeds?"
Qiu Yang seemed completely unaware that he was walking on the edge of extreme danger. Every provocative word he uttered pushed him further into the fire pit!
Impatience was the greatest taboo in combat. Qiu Ruhai, repeatedly questioned, grew agitated. Although his moves remained sharp, he was subtly losing strength. Half of the reason was Ren Yuanhao, and the other half was Qiu Yang.
"Brother, you are truly a divine being. To have all 36 great dead meridians opened, and then to recover to normal within a few short hours, and not only that, but to fight the Qiu family swordsman to this extent, it's truly incredible!"
Shi Jingtian praised him sincerely. Such physical resilience was considered incredibly heaven-defying, one in ten thousand.
The three women clenched their fists, their brows furrowed at every critical moment. When they saw Ren Yuanhao escape danger and counterattack, their worries immediately dissipated, their beautiful eyes filled with affection.
At this point, as the two fought to the very end, only streaks of saber light could be seen twisting and turning, the wielders of the blades becoming blurred. It was as if the souls of two sabers were colliding and intertwining, sparks flying.
"Damn it, if this keeps up, that old guy will eventually run out of stamina, might as well~"
A wicked thought struck Qiu Yang. He suddenly drew a pistol from his waist and ducked behind the screen again, only his head and the muzzle of the gun peeking out. At this moment, everyone's attention was focused on the fight, and no one noticed Qiu Yang's actions.
He gripped the gunstock tightly, his fingers trembling slightly. Sweat beaded on his forehead, and the grin on his lips was reminiscent of the white mask from V for Vendetta!
However, he aimed for a long time but still couldn't get an accurate lock on their positions. He was anxious, but fate seemed to favor him. The intermittent flashing of light and shadow in the battle immediately created a gap of two to three meters when the two sabers clashed fiercely!
Fierce lightning flashed, arriving in an instant, the entire building trembling under the power of heaven and earth.
Just then, as Qiu Ruhai was about to speak, he suddenly heard a gunshot like cracking stone and waves behind him!
The expelled bullet grazed Qiu Ruhai's ear and shot directly towards Ren Yuanhao's chest.
The bullet's speed was incredibly fast, and the distance was short. Coupled with the complete lack of preparedness, by all accounts, Ren Yuanhao should have met with disaster.
The three women's faces went pale. They didn't even have time to cry out a warning as the whistling of the bullet passed by their ears!
"Holy crap, a sneak attack! This is truly a sinister and cunning villain!"
Ren Yuanhao felt the bullet, capable of piercing his flesh, approaching him like a speeding supercar, the accompanying gust of wind ruffling his hair, the air current enough to engulf him.
His mind went blank, and he instinctively raised his black saber horizontally across his chest!
Perhaps it was fate that Ren Yuanhao was not meant to die. The bullet struck the blade with dramatic flair, and with its residual force, the savage momentum pushed Ren Yuanhao back several steps before he could regain his footing.
He looked down at his black saber and saw only a shallow bullet mark on the blade. Cold sweat poured down his back.
Seeing his first shot miss, Qiu Yang fired two more bullets. However, due to fear and the recoil of the firearm, these two shots completely deviated from their trajectory and flew directly towards Qiu Ruhai!
With his guard up, Qiu Ruhai moved like a ghost. He first severed one bullet with his saber, then leaped forward. The other bullet tore through his trouser leg, grazing his calf by mere inches.
"You little bastard, you shot me while we were fighting!"
Qiu Ruhai stomped his foot and, before Qiu Yang could react, lunged in front of him.
His eyes flashed with a predatory ferocity that scared Qiu Yang into retreating two steps, his corpulent body nearly slipping on spilled wine.
"Damn it, why are you glaring at me?" Qiu Yang suddenly remembered he had a gun and, considering his status, figured the other man wouldn't dare do anything out of line. He immediately broke free from his fear.
Qiu Ruhai remained silent. Qiu Yang, however, mistook his silence for fear. He advanced his gun further, aiming directly at Qiu Ruhai's forehead.
"Don't point a gun at my head," Qiu Ruhai said, his voice as deep as water.
"Who do you think you are? You're just a dog of our Qiu family. I can point it at you however I want. Don't you dare act all high and mighty just because you're old."
Qiu Yang reached out and slapped Qiu Ruhai's withered face hard twice, shouting, "What, you don't like it? Cut me if you can!"
Qiu Yang raised his hand, preparing to slap him again, but suddenly, a cold glint flashed, and blood sprayed from Qiu Yang's severed arm!