Chapter 521: Fighting Nie Yu

Meanwhile.

San Francisco.

Clang-clang-clang-clang—

A flash of red shadow stepped on high poles, leaping up as lightly as if flying on clouds. The bright red lion head with ribbons fluttered in the air, its large eyes blinking from time to time, as if it had truly come to life.

Loud gongs and drums played incessantly, and cheers from the crowd erupted from the side. A group of white and black people held their phones, watching this scene in shock, their faces full of disbelief.

The lion-dancing figure stepped onto the highest pole in just a few steps, seven or eight meters above the ground. He stepped on the pole with one foot, his body sinking naturally, the other foot folded like a cross-legged position. From afar, it looked as if he were about to fall at any moment, causing the crowd to gasp repeatedly.

The bright red lion head blinked playfully, then suddenly performed a backflip, leaping down from the seven or eight-meter-high pole. His feet stepped on the void repeatedly, as if flying down a staircase, and then he landed steadily on the ground.

The next moment, thunderous applause!

Countless onlookers looked at each other in surprise, their lips seemingly saying "My God." They didn't understand how this was done, but in Chinatown, such things seemed to be commonplace... These guys from the East always had some magical power that was impossible to understand.

As the performance ended, the lion-dancing figure walked to the back of the queue and removed the bright red lion head with both hands, revealing a handsome young face to everyone.

He was a young man in his twenties, wearing a red and black Tang suit, with a string of shiny agarwood beads on his wrist. He waved to the boy next to him, took a pair of narrow round-framed sunglasses, placed them on the bridge of his nose, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

"Heh, the money from these foreigners is really easy to earn."

He put his hands in his pockets, leaning forward slightly, the small round sunglasses on his nose sliding down a bit. His gaze swept over the entire Chinatown with a smile, his expression and posture unconsciously revealing a hint of roguishness.

"Now, who is the coolest guy in Chinatown?"

"Mr. Sun, the audience hasn't left yet... please mind your image." The boy who looked like an assistant spoke softly.

"...Ahem." The young man glanced back and silently straightened up, walking straight into Chinatown.

"By the way, Mr. Sun, your phone seems to have been ringing for a while..."

"Hmm?"

The young man took the phone, saw the website and the image on the screen, and was suddenly stunned.

"Eh... what's going on? The dark web was hacked?"

He pulled down the sunglasses on his nose and squatted on the side of the road, watching carefully without any regard for his image. As a blood-stained figure passed by the lens in the image, his attention was instantly captured.

"This face... I think I've seen it somewhere? Is it that famous Soldier God Path guy from the Golden Triangle..."

The young man scratched his head, racking his brains.

However, as the image shifted, in the direction Nie Yu was moving, a figure draped in a bright red opera robe stood on the roof in the heavy rain, a touch of apricot red outlined from the corner of his eye.

Seeing this scene, the young man’s pupils shrank suddenly, and he stood up from the side of the road with a start!

"This is... the Opera God Path??"

……

Service Area.

Thunder roared in the clouds, and pale lightning flashed across the sky.

Amidst the flickering neon, Nie Yu carried his hunting knife, stepping through the ripples in the puddles, walking slowly toward Chen Ling’s position.

The rain washed the blood on his face, and his gaze toward Chen Ling was as sharp as a blade.

"You really did follow me..."

Chen Ling looked at him calmly, "I thought you would keep hiding in the dark, waiting for my guard to drop before suddenly delivering a fatal blow."

"To deal with you, such methods aren't necessary."

"Not necessary, or can't you afford the time? Your body is already reaching its limit, right? If you don't finish me off quickly and deal with the Demon-Subduing Blood Map, I'm afraid your rank will continue to drop... By then, you won't even have a shred of a chance to win."

Chen Ling saw through Nie Yu’s intentions at a glance and sneered.

Nie Yu’s hand gripping the hunting knife tightened, his pale knuckles appearing particularly ferocious under the washing of the cold rain.

"You should only be Tier 3, right?" Nie Yu said grimly, "Even if my rank drops and I'm injured, killing a Tier 3 like you is as easy as turning over my hand."

"Is that so?" Chen Ling chuckled, "Then come and try."

Looking at Chen Ling’s face, a surge of anger climbed into Nie Yu’s heart. Whether it was the trap on the plane, killing Vulture, or turning around and putting a bounty on him, all of it made Nie Yu’s murderous intent toward Chen Ling reach its peak... His chest heaved violently, his feet stomped hard on the ground, and his figure instantly crashed through the rain curtain like a cannonball, flying out!

Even though his body was covered in injuries and even walking was difficult and staggering, Nie Yu still erupted with terrifying power and speed at this moment, even accelerating vertically along the wall of the building. The uneven blade of the hunting knife sliced through the falling raindrops, emitting a whistling sound as it broke through the air.

He had to end this quickly!

Chen Ling only felt a blur before his eyes, and Nie Yu’s figure leaped into the air above the roof, his blood-colored robes flapping in the wind. As the hunting knife slashed down, dense sharp threads danced wildly, slashing toward Chen Ling’s throat!

His apricot-red eyes reflected the trajectory of the sharp threads. The bright red opera robe fluttered and danced like a butterfly on the roof in an instant. Chen Ling didn't retreat but advanced, forcing a path of no injury through the dancing threads.

With a flick of the wide robe sleeve, a bone-carving knife with a cold glint landed in Chen Ling’s palm, slashing lightly toward Nie Yu.

Clang-clang-clang-clang—!!

Nie Yu’s hunting knife and Chen Ling’s bone-carving knife clashed more than a dozen times in an instant, so fast that they dragged out afterimages in the rain.

Ear-piercing metallic clashing sounds rang out, and dense sparks splashed in the rain. Nie Yu didn't expect Chen Ling’s close-quarters combat power to be so strong; both his speed and his slashing techniques were on par with his own!

Nie Yu frowned, let out a low roar, and the muscles all over his body bulged, further enhanced by the 【Iron Armor】, slashing heavily at the bone-carving knife.

Boom—!!

Terrifying power came from the blade, and Chen Ling’s figure flew backward out of the rain, his feet only touching the ground after a full several meters, barely stabilizing his figure.

Feeling the numbness in his hands, making it difficult even to hold the knife, Chen Ling’s gaze gradually became solemn.

"Such strong power..."

Nie Yu was, after all, a Tier 5 【Heavenly Wolf】. Even if severely injured, his power under the enhancement of 【Iron Armor】 was not something a Tier 3 could compare to. If it weren't for Chen Ling spending every day for the past few months learning close-quarters combat techniques from his senior brother, significantly improving his fighting skills, he probably wouldn't have been able to take even a few of Nie Yu’s slashes.

Seeing this, the cold light in Nie Yu’s eyes grew even richer. He walked slowly from the rain, holding the hunting knife, and said coldly:

"I said... you're only Tier 3, you can't beat me."