boyutpedia Chapter 218 All of Su Ming's Attack Routes
Chapter 218 All of Su Ming's Attack Routes
"It seems there's no one here." A deep voice emanated from the man, revealing an unfathomable coldness. He slowly walked into the basement, his steps light yet purposeful, heading straight for the corner, as if he knew there was some unknown secret hidden there.
Su Ming's heartbeat accelerated again. He remained silent and lurking, but his inner vigilance was at its peak. The newcomers seemed to have a very clear goal, and their gaze was likely focused on a secret—could it be the black weapon?
His mind raced, a storm of speculations flooding his mind. What was the purpose of these people? Did they know about the existence of this black weapon? If so, it would mean that he and Lao Zhang were being targeted. Su Ming began to consider various responses. Should he expose himself in advance, or wait and see?
As Su Ming weighed the pros and cons, Lao Zhang suddenly emerged from the shadows, silently appearing behind the newcomer. Su Ming's heart tightened, his fingers already reaching for the dagger hidden in his sleeve, ready to strike at any moment. However, Lao Zhang didn't strike immediately. Instead, he stood quietly behind the newcomer, gazing at him coldly.
The newcomer seemed to sense something and turned around with lightning speed, but as soon as he turned, he was locked in Lao Zhang's grasp. The two men instantly confronted each other, and the air was filled with a tense atmosphere. Lao Zhang's eyes were cold and sharp, like a wolf staring at its prey, while the newcomer appeared calm and experienced, without the slightest panic.
"Who are you? What is your purpose here?" Lao Zhang asked coldly, with a sense of oppression in his voice.
The visitor smiled slightly, with a hint of teasing in his eyes: "Before asking who I am, you'd better think clearly about what you have done."
This statement made Su Ming's heart tighten, as if some vast conspiracy was slowly coming to light. The people who came couldn't have come without a purpose; they clearly knew something. Their target wasn't just this basement, but something far more hidden.
Lao Zhang didn't answer, a dangerous glint in his eyes. He knew that nonsense was pointless at this moment; the other party's presence clearly had a clear purpose. Any hesitation at this moment would make the situation even more complicated and difficult to control.
The visitor was not in a hurry to act. Instead, he looked at Lao Zhang with interest and said, "You are calm, but you should know that there are some things that cannot be solved by being calm."
Old Zhang's eyes were like knives, and he whispered, "You shouldn't have come here."
"Oh?" The man smiled, his tone provocative. "Then where do you think I should go? Or have you forgotten what you were hiding?"
Su Ming's heart trembled when he heard these words. He instantly realized that the "thing" they were referring to was most likely the black weapon! They already knew of its existence and might even be coming for it.
The situation was more complicated than Su Ming had imagined. He couldn't confirm the backgrounds and identities of these people, but it was clear that they knew about some of Lao Zhang's secret operations and even knew their whereabouts. This made Su Ming wonder if this was a long-planned plot.
The man said nothing more and suddenly moved. His movements were extremely swift, and the blade in his hand flashed with a cold light as he rushed straight towards Lao Zhang! At this moment, Su Ming's heartbeat accelerated. He had almost no time to think, as his body reacted faster than his mind.
Just as the attacker's blade approached Old Zhang, Su Ming's dagger flashed out like lightning. He leaped from his hiding place, nimble as a cheetah, and stabbed the attacker's side. The two men clashed instantly, their swords flashing and the air resonating with the crisp sound of metal clashing.
The man had clearly not anticipated Su Ming's sudden attack, and he jerked his body, narrowly avoiding a fatal blow. But Su Ming gave him no chance to breathe. His dagger, like a venomous snake, attacked the man's vital points repeatedly, each strike as fast as lightning and deadly.
Old Zhang watched coldly, a subtle flicker of approval in his eyes. This was a rare moment of affirmation for Su Ming, but more than that, it was a sign of concern for the situation.
Su Ming's heart pounded wildly, the rhythm of the battle driving his inner anxiety and tension to a fever pitch. Every swing of his sword was laced with determination to win, and every resounding clash of metal was like a warning bell ringing in his heart. At this moment, he felt as if he had been thrust into an unavoidable fight. The only thing he could do was to give it his all, leaving no room for error.
The man's reaction speed far exceeded Su Ming's expectations. He dodged every attack by the tiniest millimeter, like a fish swimming in water, swift and agile. Each thrust of Su Ming's dagger carried an overwhelming sense of pressure, but the man deftly deflected it, even attempting a counterattack. Whenever Su Ming thought he was about to gain the upper hand, the man would quickly adjust his strategy and regain the initiative.
Old Zhang stood aside, his gaze cold as ice, his occasional smile tinged with an inexplicable complexity. He didn't intervene in the fight, merely observing with aloof eyes, as if waiting for a chance. Su Ming could sense Old Zhang's gaze, as if evaluating him. This assessment filled Su Ming with immense anxiety and unease, knowing that every action he took could determine whether he would earn Old Zhang's true approval.
Su Ming's anxiety stemmed not just from the battle itself, but also from a fear of the future. He knew this battle wasn't just a matter of life and death, but also a test of his future. He was filled with uncertainty about whether he could persevere to the end, and every corner of his heart was filled with fear and uneasiness about the unknown.
"Can't stop!" Su Ming muttered to himself. His gaze flashed like lightning, his sword swift as a rainbow, attempting to break through the attacker's defenses. However, the attacker's form shifted in an instant, evading him swiftly, causing Su Ming's attacks to repeatedly miss. Whenever Su Ming approached, the attacker managed to evade with the slightest movement, seemingly having already discerned all of Su Ming's attack routes.
During the fight, Su Ming's hands were already scratched and bleeding from the constant friction of the knife handle, but he was unaware. His whole body was tense like a bowstring, and beads of sweat dripped from his forehead. Anxiety and pressure were like a heavy lead block, weighing him down and making it almost impossible to breathe.
Old Zhang's silence seemed to only deepen Su Ming's pressure. Every attack was scrutinized by Old Zhang, as if waiting for him to make a fatal mistake. Su Ming could even sense that Old Zhang's assessment of this battle might already determine his future. This pressure made him even more anxious, but he knew that only by remaining calm could he find a breakthrough.