Chapter 1586: Chapter 936: Disguise
The Fisherman’s advance was formidable, an intimidating presence that made it hard for one to breathe, especially with the Ghost Face Mask he wore, seemingly forged from steel.
Yang Xiao was meticulously calculating the distance, waiting for the opponent to fall into his trap.
But things did not go as planned. When the Fisherman was about two meters away from the blade, Yang Xiao was startled to discover that the blade had manifested, not very clear, but indeed a narrow streak of light appeared.
Then the hidden blade was shattered by a strike from the boat paddle, and the Fisherman paid no regard to the closer Yang Xiao, instead charging directly toward Jiang Qingluan.
Having promised the Yi Church to protect Jiang Qingluan, he would not renege. Hardening his resolve, Yang Xiao raised his Ring-Headed Saber and dashed towards the Fisherman.
Along the way, he launched two attacks with the Human Bone Staff to create an opportunity for close combat.
The two Human Bone Staff attacks slightly disrupted the Fisherman’s attacking rhythm. At this moment, Yang Xiao reached his side, raising the saber to strike diagonally downwards, executing a fierce Reverse Kasaya Sword Technique with fluid grace.
Under the guidance of the Esoteric Blade Elder, Yang Xiao’s Sword Skill had improved dramatically. He did not learn those flamboyant and impractical flashy techniques; they were all lethal moves.
He mastered the timing well, the Fisherman couldn’t evade; if he tried to force his way through, he would only send himself under Yang Xiao’s blade.
Unsurprisingly, the enraged Fisherman counterattacked, swinging the boat paddle that was as long as two of Yang Xiao’s swords. At the moment the two Magic Artifacts collided, Yang Xiao’s Ring-Headed Saber was directly knocked flying.
But this time, Yang Xiao did not retreat along with the saber. Rather, he consciously abandoned the saber; this was his plan.
What he needed was a close combat opportunity.
Conventional methods wouldn’t kill this guy, so Yang Xiao raised his left hand. In the next second, a tattered sleeve robe suddenly appeared. Although the robe was shabby, the remaining purple-gold embroidery on it exuded nobility and legitimacy; it was a symbol of status.
The ability of the Ghost Sleeve Robe was activated, and Yang Xiao chose the most baffling cloak, a most peculiar thing. As long as it provoked backlash from this thing, even if the Fisherman didn’t die, he would shed a layer of skin.
But the events that transpired next were utterly beyond his expectations. Just as the Ghost Sleeve Robe’s ability was activated, the cloak suddenly moved without wind, abruptly rising, and then instantly swallowed his Ghost Sleeve Robe.
Yang Xiao: "!!!"
At this moment, Yang Xiao’s emotions could no longer be described as despair. What kind of bizarre object was this? It first took Director Nalan’s steel pen and then devoured his Ghost Sleeve Robe. How was he supposed to fight now?
But that wasn’t the end; with one failed strike, Yang Xiao immediately retreated. He vaguely felt that the cloak still had something to do, and sure enough, in the blink of an eye, a silver light flew out from the cloak, shooting straight at him.
The distance between the two sides was too close; Yang Xiao had no room to dodge and was instantly pinned by that silver pen, nailing his shadow.
Indeed, it was Nalan Shuo’s steel pen, surprisingly controlled by the Fisherman.
At this moment, the Fisherman resorted to attacking the underdog, striding forward while swinging the boat paddle, executing a forceful Horizontal Sweep at Yang Xiao’s head.
With the heavy paddle combined with the Fisherman’s strength, if it struck, Yang Xiao was certain his head would explode like a watermelon.
Fixed in place by his shadow, Yang Xiao couldn’t break free, but his quick reflexes served him well; with a flick of his wrist, the Ghost Lantern appeared and exploded in a burst of green light.
Using this light, the shadow on the ground was dispersed, and Yang Xiao was finally free.
Though he was fast, he was still a step too slow; the boat paddle was already in front of him, less than a meter away.
At a critical moment, the Fisherman’s arm holding the paddle seemed suddenly tugged by something, causing the strike to deviate slightly, nearly grazing Yang Xiao’s nose as it swept past his face.
The wind from the strike left several bloody marks on his cheek.
"Run quickly!" Jiang Qingluan shouted.
In the final moment, Yang Xiao saw clearly; it was a whip, and Jiang Qingluan had intervened. He dared not linger, quickly retreating to gain distance.
Before the Fisherman could pursue, another figure appeared behind him; Nalan Shuo struck, leaping up and swinging a short staff down at the back of the Fisherman’s head.
The Fisherman’s response was swift; shaking off the binding of the whip, he turned and countered with a paddle strike from below, exerting great force.
When the two Magic Artifacts collided, without a doubt, the short staff was sent flying, and Nalan Shuo’s right arm holding the staff was twisted and broken by the immense force.
At this moment, Yang Xiao’s heart contracted, because Nalan Shuo’s fighting strategy went wrong. Having failed in an attack, he should have retreated with force, to receive only minor injuries instead of losing an arm. This was a major loss.
Moreover, even with his right arm broken, Nalan Shuo showed no sign of retreating, lunging at the Fisherman instead.
This time, Yang Xiao understood; the Director’s plan matched his earlier one, both willing to sustain injuries to get close to this guy. The Director was evidently more resolutely determined, bearing a much heavier price.
But Yang Xiao couldn’t understand. The Director’s two offensive Magic Artifacts were both knocked away; one steel pen was stuck in the ground not far away, and the short staff had flown over ten meters away.
Without these two Artifacts, what good would closing in do?
But in the blink of an eye, Nalan Shuo gave the answer, causing Yang Xiao to involuntarily widen his eyes. Nalan Shuo’s left hand, hidden in his sleeve, stretched out.
That was no ordinary hand, but rather a beast’s claw, covered in sharp golden scales, and at this moment each Dragon Scale stood up like the sharpest of daggers.
