With the Blade

Chapter 299: Chapter 250: Two Li Carpenters

All along, Du Chengfeng primarily relied on the heavy great saber obtained from Yang Sanlang, and the bladeless sword left by Ruan Shantao.

It’s not that he was unwilling to use other weapons, it’s just that these two were enough. The blazing fire blade cut through everything like grass, while the bladeless sword broke through fortifications. With such a combination, most of the time, other weapons were unnecessary, as the battle would be over by then.

Moreover, he only had two hands.

Two hands naturally meant two weapons, and as for the extras, they could only collect dust in the saddlebag—though that didn’t mean he didn’t know how to use them. In the process of sharpening his skills, he’d long since mastered the use of these weapons.

And now, after understanding the advanced application of unleashing evil qi, he had liberated his hands even further.

"Heh!"

With Du Chengfeng’s explosive shout, two sharp blades crossed, blocking the incoming sword from the Yin warrior Wu Zhao.

In that brief moment of parry, Du Chengfeng, holding the great saber, had already leapt forward.

"My apologies."

Gazing at the unfamiliar face before him, Du Chengfeng offered a moment of silence for the unknown swordsman.

Immediately following, the great saber swung upwards with the force of an avalanche.

"Farewell."

Boom—

Torrential flames instantly engulfed everything in sight.

And the blade caught within was almost about to slash into the flesh before him.

But only almost.

Feather-like hardened sword leaves were stuck, blocking the powerful strike.

"Learned my tricks, have you..."

Wrapped in gray-black flames, the Yin warrior Wu Zhao showed his teeth.

"So why would you think I can’t do this?"

Zheng—

Originally attached to the skeleton greatsword, the wing-like blades shattered, transforming into a flurry of steel feathers, enveloping Wu Zhao entirely.

"Come on! Show me everything you’ve got!"

"You..."

Taking a deep breath, another retractable short spear flew from Du Chengfeng’s saddlebag.

The bladeless sword, brass magic sword, heavy great saber, retractable short spear—four weapons floated simultaneously around Du Chengfeng, as if gripped by four powerful phantom arms, making him appear as if the Demon God himself had manifested.

But opposite him, behind Yin warrior Wu Zhao, rose a skyful of steel feathers, their dense numbers far exceeding the weapons on Du Chengfeng’s side.

This was no ordinary battle, nor typical combat of the strong. At this moment, in the eyes of the surrounding onlookers, what they saw was a scene straight out of myth and legend.

A terrifying six-armed Demon God against the four-armed fiend with wings; who would win, who would lose?

No one could predict the outcome of such a clash, and they dared not continue to guess.

The instinct for survival told them continuing to watch even the aftermath could lead to their sudden demise.

"Run! Run quickly!"

The people who originally resided in Dengzhou City fled, whether wealthy merchants, arrogant soldiers, civilians, or beggars—their identities were irrelevant in the face of death.

Run, the faster, the better. When two monsters fight, the farther away you are, the better. At this moment, they instinctively knew this could be a calamity more terrifying than warfare—a disaster with not one but two monstrous calamities.

"Run! Run quickly!"

The crowd flowed outward, away from the monsters.

Yet within the torrent of people, a single figure moved against the current.

Wrapped entirely in a cloak, it wasn’t even clear if the figure could be called human, for those passing by caught glimpses underneath—revealing a wooded form.

"Old Li! Come back!"

A shout seemed to come from afar, but the figure gave no indication of stopping, continuing to push through the crowd towards the battle.

"I’m going to help!"

The wooden figure within the cloak shouted loudly, responding to the distant voice.

That’s right, though he couldn’t help much before, maybe even hindered, now he had gained some abilities. The disaster hadn’t taken his life; it gave him a new body. Surely now he could offer some help?

"You... why are you here? What can you do?"

Even Du Chengfeng, amidst the intense battle, noticed the wooden figure emerging from the crowd. He no longer had the patience for respectful address.

"Go back! This is not a fight for you! Quickly..."

"Yes, how could you get distracted in such a battle?"

In the split second that Du Chengfeng’s attention waned, a blood-stained staff slammed onto his shoulder.

The sudden immense force nearly shattered his left shoulder on the spot. As he leaped back, he saw clearly the staff’s form.

Not an ordinary round staff, it was oval-shaped with a dried heart skewered at the center, stained with dried blood.

At the sight of the withered heart, Du Chengfeng’s heart seized up.

Indeed, he couldn’t possibly mistake it—the familiar sensation, the wound on Li the carpenter’s chest... this sinister weapon was clearly crafted out of Li the carpenter!

"Oh, so this is what angered you."

Yin warrior Wu Zhao chuckled.

"Do you know the carpenter? His craftsmanship was quite impressive. This staff he made would be considered top-notch even in my time..."

"Did you pay for it to say it’s yours?"

Before Wu Zhao could finish, a voice rang from afar.

"I made that! Give it back to me!"

"You made it... you made it?"

About to continue his attack, Wu Zhao paused, stunned.

He looked at the blood-stained staff in his hand and then the distant wooden figure, momentarily entranced.

"Who... are you?"

Wu Zhao looked back at the blood-stained staff in his hands.

"And who are you?"

Wu Zhao raised his head again, looking at the distant wooden figure.

"How... is it possible?"