LAN
Lan watched the scene while grasping the hilt of his sword. He was unwilling to fight. He recognized that three against ten was not a good idea, especially with Quan present. His younger brother was a poor swordsman, which added to his disadvantage.
As Bian took up the little round wooden platter coated in blood, Bian eyes shuddered uncontrollably. "Bastard! What are you doing to them? What happened to them?!" He inquired.
"Crown Prince, we sent them to eternal bliss. We were able to finish them without trouble thanks to your assistance."
Veins emerged around Bian's forehead. On his arms, thunder-shaped veins developed.
Lan recognized that his brother was outraged.
"Let us now send you to heaven. Who knows, you could run into them." His pals raced to assault Bian as he nodded slowly.
They were equipped with swords, and their motions were swift as the whirlwind, fierce as blaze.
Bian fed four foes while remaining stationary. He deflected any sword swung with his sword, like a reef against the breaking seas.
"Step back, third brother!" Lan pulled his blade and danced with three of his opponent' swords, using the distinctive dance he learned from Lin Pin Zi to overpower three assailants. But, Lan didn't recognize the enemy's technique. He had a hard time reading their movement.
Meanwhile, Quan screamed, he ran to the alay. "Don't kill me, please!" The two fighters behind him were struggling to catch up.
"Third brother, don't go far!" Lan starts to lose sight of his sibling. It's difficult enough fighting with three opponents and protecting Quan.
Every time Lan was about to catch up with Quan, a slash of the sword cut him off. He had nowhere to go before he overcame the three assailants.
Liao's sword dance technique created a shrill sound that sent dust flying, and each clank sounded loud as he parried the opponent's onslaught.
"You guys are great, what sword techniques do you guys use?" Lan took notice of the three warriors that surrounded him. At behind, in front, and to the side.
"You talk too much, boy!" The guy behind Lan sprang to his feet, brandishing his sword against Lan.
Lan turns around to parry. Sparks flashed as their swords clashed. Two other adversaries assault at the same time, making things difficult for Lan.
He was on the loose. Lan's arm and thigh were slashed, with the last slice ripping her back garments. He got down on one knee and thrust the sword into the ground.
The three adversaries seemed to be professional assassins rather than average swordsmen. Furthermore, they are so close together that they may attack at the same time and help each other. If things continue as they are, he will die.
Fortunately, Lan's three adversaries were also struggling to regain their breath, allowing him space to take in his environment.
One against three, he was no match for them. However, in a one-on-one match, he definitely wins. Lan smiled, he had an idea.
Jumping into the empty house through the window, Lan immediately ran through the back door.
"Where are you running away, vile?!" The three assailants pursued him.
Lan dashed along the narrow alley. He was panting, therefore his adversary must be as well. He had one opponent so near to him as he emerged from the tunnel.
Turning around, Lan attacked the man, but he managed to fend off the exchange of attacks several times, but the man was no match for Lan without his two friends.
Lan noticed two attackers coming. He didn't want to lose his moment, so he grabbed the first man, thrusted his sword against his neck, and ran away.
Two pursuers preyed on him like a hunter chasing a wild boar. Lan ran, placed some gap between the two assailants and killed the first one who was approaching him.
He now stands with his bloodstained blade, ready for the final foe.
The adversary was aware that he now alone again Lan.
"Come here. Let us fight like a true man," asked Lan.
"N-no." He trembled, took a step back, then turned and ran away. The hunter has become the hunted.
"Never turn your back on your enemy!" Lan hurled his sword, which stabbed his opponent in the back, and made him drop dead.
Lan panted as he drew the blade from a prone body in the alley. He slumped against the wall, panting for air and bathed in bloody perspiration. His hair was tangled and adhered to his skin, and his vision was beginning to distort. This was his most difficult struggle. "I have to train harder next time."
He was about to stand up when he realised his legs were like wet noodles. He was unable to stand after sprinting many minutes ago.
The clanking of swords rang from the town centre. His older brother was still battling. "Quan, my younger brother. What happened to him?"
A piercing cry alerted Lan about the whereabouts of Quan. He attempted to get up to assist hi., using a sword as a fulcrum, but he fell.
"God dammit, my fatigue beat me down."
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