Chapter 302 Starry Night Seven Cups
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"Tianji!" Tang Lian turned around, drank the third cup of wine, and attacked again. This time, he was so fast that he wouldn’t have been outdone by Xiao Se when he exerted his Cloud Step Wind Riding skill.
"Tianquan!" Again, Tang Lian retreated into the tea shop and drank the fourth cup of wine. This time, his eyes were flushed and mist surrounded his entire body, somewhat resembling Lei Wujie when he exerted his Blazing Arts.
Tang Lian attacked a total of four times.
Of the twenty-one assassins, seven had fallen but there were another fourteen. Of the remaining fourteen, seven were bruised and battered, and at the very least, they would not be able to lift the hands they used to hold their weapons for the next few months.
"Seven more to go." Tang Lian was still sitting on the tea table with the last three cups of wine he had yet to drink.
Yuheng, Kaiyang, Yaoguang.
And there were seven people outside the tea shop.
Tang Lian frowned and looked at the man standing at the end. The man had a large golden-backed sabre on his back. During the four times that Tang Lian attacked, he did not make a single move. He simply stood where he was, straight as a pole. Tang Lian was confident that if he drank another cup of wine, he would be able to take care of the rest, except for the one who had yet to make a move.
How strong was he? Was it worth him drinking another cup?
But, if he drank that cup of Kaiyang…
Tang Lian picked up Yuheng, raised his head and drank it. "Let’s get this over with."
Six assassins moved at the same time. This was the first time they initiated the attack.
At this moment, Tang Lian was more than just the head disciple of Snow Moon City. In their eyes, his strength was already comparable to the three Heads of Houses.
Tang Lian seemed to be drunk, his eyes suddenly blurry, and he whispered softly, "I was once a youth in a play of the human world, and I saw the most ultimate scene in the world."
He struck a fist, and six swords crumpled in succession.
"I once sang all the songs of the mundane world, and met a person who weaved a cocoon without regret."
He struck with both fists again, and the six assassins were forced to crouch on the ground by the fist wind.
"I also once entered a ten-year dream in a flash, and saw a scarlet martial world, boundless with skeletal remains. Heroes stood in great numbers, as they drew forth their swords and shouted loudly!"
Fist after fist, Tang Lian's drunken poems became louder and louder. He had never felt more carefree in his life. That glass of Yuheng wine seemed to have opened his mind.
At this moment, he felt as if he had become the Wine Immortal Baili Dongjun, dead drunk on the battlefield, smiling up at the sky, and his laughter was filled with the heroic and carefree emotions in his heart.
No, he was himself. He was Tang Lian. This was the real him, not the severe head disciple who represented Snow Moon City, nor the Xuanwu Guardian who guarded the prince of Beili, just Tang Lian. The real Tang Lian!
"Kneel!" Tang Lian waved his arm, and six people all knelt onto the ground.
The assassin with the large golden-backed sabre finally made his move. He swung the long sabre off his back and took one step to land in front of Tang Lian. He swung the long sabre downwards, his blade aura bitingly cold, and it was far more terrifying than the combined strength of the previous six assassins! Tang Lian reached out his palm to block.
The assassin with the sabre retreated three steps.
Tang Lian reached for the last two cups of wine, retreated to the deepest part of the tea shop and carefully put the last two cups of wine down. He looked at the assassin with the sabre and frowned. "You’re very powerful. If you’d attacked from the start, then your people wouldn’t have been so severely injured."
"I never join with another to fight. Just one person is enough to kill a man. That’s how it’s always been." The assassin with the sabre panted lightly.
"You’re good. What’s your name?" Tang Lian asked.
The assassin with the sabre said evenly, "Xie Jidao."
Tang Lian suddenly found the person in front of him seemed a little familiar, and said in confusion, "Then, Xie Qidao is your…"
"He’s my older brother. But I didn't come for his sake. His skills couldn’t match up so he died. That’s it." Xie Jidao hefted his sabre. "You only have two cups of wine left."
"But you’re the only one left." Tang Lian looked at the two cups of wine on the table.
With his current strength, he was confident he could defeat the man in front of him. But the intense shock of drinking five cups of wine at once was already making him a little dizzy. He could not be sure how long he could hold on. Soon, the qi in his body would gush out forcefully. Even if his life would not be in danger, he would probably have to lie in bed for at least ten to fifteen days.
End this fight quickly!
Tang Lian did not hesitate further. He picked up Kaiyang from the table and smiled bitterly. "This is already my limit." After speaking, he drank it all.
He felt like his body was being engulfed in flames and he was no longer feeling the heartiness from the previous cup of wine. Now, he felt as if tens of thousands of bugs were crawling all over his body and biting him!
"Argh!" Tang Lian’s eyes rounded in an angry glare, his hair standing on their ends. He rushed at Xie Jidao to attack, sending one fist straight for his long sabre.
"Break!"
The long sabre shattered in an instant!
Xie Jidao's eyes widened in disbelief. A moment ago, he was still confident he could fight Tang Lian, but the next moment, the large golden-backed sabre which was his pride was smashed into pieces by Tang Lian’s palm. What sort of power was this? This wasn’t just the Unfettered Heavenly Realm. This was already comparable to the overbearing power of the Wrath Sword Immortal Yan Zhantian!
"Rise!" Tang Lian waved his hand furiously upwards and the fragments of the sabre flew up together with Xie Jidao's body before he brought the corpse down to slam heavily into the ground.
Neat and tidy, without a moment’s hesitation.
Tang Lian breathed a long exhale, and the feeling of his body being bitten and chewed suddenly disappeared. Instead, all that was left was a feeling of emptiness and bewilderment. All the power in his body hollowed out in an instant, and only a deep fatigue took its place. He couldn’t help but feel an urge to close his eyes.
Fortunately, everything was over. Tang Lian felt his eyelids getting heavier and heavier, but he forced himself to stay up and picked up the last cup of wine. Although the twenty-one assassins were no longer in any shape to fight for now, there were still many who were only injured. If he really lost consciousness here, he was afraid he would be killed by a single sword. But, just as he prepared to leave, he felt a sudden shock in his heart.
Murderous aura.
A total of seven very powerful murderous aura.
He had clearly beaten down everyone. Why was there still such a powerful murderous aura?
Tang Lian forced himself to exert his last bit of qi and turned around to look.
There were seven people standing, and their eyes were watching him coldly. Those were the seven people he had defeated at the start of the fight. But, they were only pretending, lying in wait for this final chance.
Now Tang Lian still had a cup of wine, but there were seven people in front of him.
The ones at the forefront were Su Zhan, who started the whole fight with his sword, and two other assassins who were also armed with swords.
"Your wine was named after the seven stars of Beidou, known as the Seven Cups of Starry Night Wine. Coincidentally, we are also named after the stars. I am Greedy Wolf, and the two of them are Seven Kills and The Vanquisher," Su Zhan said lightly.
Tang Lian calmed down and said slowly, "Sha Po Lang." He naturally knew these three stars with the strongest killing power.
"I can tell. You’ve run out of energy." Su Zhan glanced at Xie Jidao's body on the ground and sighed. He drew a short blade from his waist. "You still have that last cup of wine, but I think you probably won’t drink it."
Tang Lian picked up the cup of Yaoguang and asked quietly, "Won’t I drink it?"
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