What appeared outside Guhan's car window was a chase. On one side was a running cheetah, and on the other side were two sword bearers who were running for their lives. Behind the two sword bearers were two swordmaidens who were attacking the cheetah, trying to slow it down.
However, the cheetah looked very strange. It did not have the texture of a normal cheetah's fur. On the contrary, it had a waxy metallic feel to it!
It did not look like an animal, but more like a shiny car that had been waxed.
"Guhan, the two sword bearers are in danger. We have to save them!"
Song Yifei saw the two sword bearers running for their lives, and immediately stood up, eager to save them.
"Alright, I'll go find Lord Eagle Cat right now!"
Guhan nodded. Helping each other was the rule of all sword bearers. Once they saw their companions in danger, they had to draw their swords to help … Although this was not a mandatory rule, on the contrary, it was stated in the rule that if there was a huge disparity in strength between two parties, they could ignore the sword bearers who were running for their lives, and protect their own lives.
However, in some cases, the sword bearers would ignore this rule and draw their swords to help!
Only when you help others today, will others help you at other times!
"Whoosh …" The hovering bus suddenly stopped in the next second. It seemed like the Eagle Cat Sword Spirit had also discovered their companions in danger.
Even though the Eagle Cat Sword Spirit was not in a good mood, he was not someone who did not know the severity of the situation when it came to the safety of his companions.
"The three of you, go down with the two sword bearers and kill that Yuan Kou." The Eagle Cat did not show his face, but his voice was broadcasted throughout the entire bus.
At the same time, the front and back doors opened simultaneously. Guhan and Song Yifei looked at each other, and Ming Yuan, Yi Tian, Qingpin, and Hannya, who were in the room, each turned into a ray of light and flew into Guhan and Song Yifei's scabbards. Then, the two of them jumped down from the bus door, and faced the two sword bearers who were running for their lives.
At this time, the distance between the two parties was about one kilometer. Before the apocalypse, the world record for running one kilometer was set by an African with a time of two minutes and eleven seconds.
Before the apocalypse, the world record for running one kilometer was about 0.02 seconds. This was set by the Sky Swimmer Jiandi, and he had indeed completed this one kilometer by running.
If he did not run, but used the ability to travel through space or the Void, then time would be meaningless. To Jiandi, one kilometer or one kilometer would take the same amount of time.
However, Gu Han and Song Yifei did not have the ability to cross the void, so they could only use the traditional method of running to get close to the two fugitives. With the physical attributes of the Sword Ladies, this time was shortened to about 50 seconds.
Fifty seconds sounded very short, perhaps not even enough time to read a page of a novel, but fifty seconds was very long, long enough for Yuan Yan to kill an unlucky sword wielder in front of Gu Han.
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In Yi Wenjun's memory, today was probably his most unlucky and tragic day. As he was patrolling the beacon tower, he suddenly realized that a dimensional rift was forming not far from the beacon tower. Then, an agile leopard jumped out of this dimensional rift.
"Tiger-grade Yuan Kou: Gold Patterned Leopard."
This was the Yuan Kou that Yi Wenjun's personal terminal had provided after scanning this leopard. This allowed the treasure-grade Yi Wenjun to completely relax and immediately decide to kill this unlucky tiger-grade Yuan Kou.
What a joke. Although Yi Wenjun did not have a great reputation among the treasure-grade sword-bearers, he was still a treasure-grade sword-bearer. Dealing with the tiger-grade Yuan Kou, who was one grade higher than him, was still a piece of cake.
Moreover, Yi Wenjun had another ancient sword-bearer by his side. It was too easy for two sword-bearers to kill a tiger-grade Yuan Kou.
Indeed, a treasure-grade sword-bearer and an ancient sword-bearer could easily kill an unlucky tiger-grade Yuan Kou. But the problem was, what if this Yuan Kou was not tiger-grade?
What if the personal terminal's information was wrong?
Unfortunately, all of these things happened. In the actual battle, this Gold Patterned Leopard's strength had exceeded Yi Wenjun's and his companion's estimations. In less than 20 seconds, Yi Wenjun's treasure-grade Sword Lady's shield had been torn apart by the Gold Patterned Leopard's claws. Had Yi Wenjun not retrieved it in time, his treasure-grade Sword Lady would have been broken on the spot.
Sure enough, when Yi Wenjun put his sword back into his hand, he found that the blade was covered in cracks … These cracks extended from the tip of the sword all the way up to the hilt.
If these cracks had successfully extended to the hilt, then this treasure-grade Sword Lady would have been broken and died at the hands of Yuan Kou.
Therefore, it could be said that he was lucky to be able to retrieve his Sword Maiden in time.
But here came the problem. If even a treasure-grade Sword Lady was almost torn to pieces by this Yuan Kou in less than a minute, then what was this Yuan Kou's level?
Or to put it more realistically, without the treasure-grade Sword Lady, how could Yi Wenjun deal with this unknown level Yuan Kou?
Yi Wenjun's answer was very simple, and that was to run … He ran as fast as he could. He wanted to escape to another nearby beacon and meet up with the sword-bearers there. He wanted to borrow the defensive power of the beacon to defend against this terrifying Yuan Kou.
Yi Wenjun ran with all his might!
However, the distance between each beacon was 20 kilometers. Even if he ran at full speed, it would take him around 20 minutes to reach the next beacon. That Yuan Kou would not give Yi Wenjun twenty minutes to escape.
After discovering Yi Wenjun's tracks, it immediately chased after Yi Wenjun and his companions.
The distance between the two sides continued to decrease.
Although Yi Wenjun and the other sword-bearer had sent out their own ancient sword grade Sword Ladies and ordered them to use all sorts of methods to slow down the leopard Yuan Kou … the leopard did not care about the Sword Ladies' attacks at all. It only continued to chase after Yi Wenjun.
The attacks of the ancient sword grade Sword Ladies did not seem to cause any damage to the leopard's body.
In just a few seconds, the distance between the two had shortened from 600 to 700 meters to less than 50 meters. Yi Wenjun could even breathe in the smell of the bloody mouth behind her that was filled with the smell of engine oil.
Wait, why did the bloody mouth smell like engine oil?
Well, that was not the point.
At this time, Yi Wenjun's mentality could be said to be almost the mentality of waiting for death. His physical strength was already beginning to weaken. With every step he took, there was a repulsive smell of blood in his throat. If he continued to run, Yi Wenjun reckoned that he would vomit blood.
The sword-bearer beside Yi Wenjun immediately cheered him on. "Young Master, pull yourself together. The hope of our family rests on you!"
Unlike the youthful Yi Wenjun, who was around 20 years old, this sword-bearer who called Yi Wenjun "Young Master" looked to be in his sixties or seventies. His face was full of wrinkles, and his skin was dry and old. He looked like he did not have long to live.
To be an ancient sword grade sword-bearer at the age of 67 … was not surprising. More than 80% of ancient sword grade sword-bearers would be stuck at the ancient sword grade for the rest of their lives.
However, this Yi Wenjun was actually a young master. It seemed like this old sword-bearer was Yi Wenjun's retainer.
Yi Wenjun didn't know which family's young master he was from to be in such dire straits.
"Uncle Huang, you run first. I can't run anymore, I can't run anymore …" Yi Wenjun said, panting heavily. His heart was filled with sorrow, and he wanted to give up.
He, Yi Wenjun, was a descendant of a prestigious family. If he lived such a useless life, he might as well die.
"Young Master, you can't give up, Young Master. You have to at least leave a descendant of the Yi family before you die …" Uncle Huang said sincerely. He did not know that this only made Yi Wenjun feel even more sorrowful. In Uncle Huang's eyes, Yi Wenjun's greatest value was to leave a descendant of the Yi family.
Just as Yi Wenjun was about to give up, an angel-like bus appeared in front of them.
"Young Master, we're saved! Young Master, this is Yuzhang City's hover bus. There must be a sword-bearer inside. We're saved, Young Master!"
Uncle Huang said excitedly, "Young Master, let's run faster. Once we reach the bus, we'll live!"
When there was no hope, humans were the most prone to despair. But once they saw a glimmer of hope, they could unleash their unparalleled potential.
Under the illumination of the light that represented life, Yi Wenjun's running speed suddenly increased by 20% to 30%. When they found that the bus had stopped, and two people jumped out of it and ran towards them, they became even more excited and ran even faster.
But at this time, the leopard was already less than five meters away from Yi Wenjun's back. The leopard opened its bloody mouth and suddenly leaped up, landing on top of Yi Wenjun's head.
Yi Wenjun felt someone push him from the back. He lost his balance and fell to the ground.
Then, Yi Wenjun let out a blood-curdling scream, because his shoulder blades were directly pierced by a pair of sharp claws. Waves of intense pain struck Yi Wenjun's brain, causing him to howl uncontrollably.
"Don't touch my young master! I'll kill you!"
Uncle Huang, who could have chosen to escape, ran back without hesitation. He pounced on the leopard with his body, intending to exchange his life for Yi Wenjun's.
"Roar!"
The leopard roared and whipped its tail at Uncle Huang's chest, sending him flying more than ten meters away. His ribs were broken in an instant. Uncle Huang had lost his ability to fight with just a whip of the leopard's tail.
Then, one of the leopard's claws clamped onto Yi Wenjun's throat. As long as the leopard squeezed slightly, Yin Wenjun's throat would be slit. In less than ten seconds, he would die from excessive blood loss … or die from having his head cut off.