Chapter 1379 - 1378: Piercing Heart Style

Chapter 1379: Chapter 1378: Piercing Heart Style

When Kazama Ichiro reached out, Hong Ye seemed as if she hadn’t seen it at all. She had no intention of acknowledging him. A mere Fengjian Clan, in her eyes as the Liu Sheng Family’s young lady, was simply too weak to speak of, no different from an ant.

However, Kazama Ichiro was oblivious to this fact. Seeing Hong Ye unresponsive, with the demeanor of a distant beauty, he was even more moved. His palm reached forward, intending to grab Hong Ye’s hand.

Just as Kazama Ichiro was about to succeed, suddenly another hand grasped his wrist, preventing his palm from advancing even an inch.

With a sudden change in expression, Kazama Ichiro turned his eye, only to see that the person who obstructed him was surprisingly a white-clad swordfighter. His heart slightly startled, for a moment ago, his attention was completely focused on Hong Ye, thus forgetting there was another person beside her.

"Troublesome fellow."

Kazama Ichiro mobilized his strength, preparing to shake off Ling Chen’s hand, but an overbearing and unparalleled force suddenly transmitted from Ling Chen’s hand, instead causing him to retreat backward, taking several dozen steps.

"How is this possible?"

Kazama Ichiro’s face showed disbelief. He had just reacted but unknowingly retreated so far back.

"Get out."

Ling Chen merely glanced at Kazama Ichiro, then withdrew his gaze, speaking coldly.

"Who are you, seeking death?"

Kazama Ichiro’s eyes turned red, staring at Ling Chen with a chilling gaze. In his view, Hong Ye must be a young lady from a prominent family, while Ling Chen was likely her servant, follower, or at most, a guard.

A mere servant, such a lowly fellow, dared to be so disrespectful to him.

"I am her master."

Ling Chen’s expression remained calm, pointing at Hong Ye beside him, "And she is my maid."

"What, master, maid?"

Kazama Ichiro was immediately stunned.

He’d imagined various roles like servant, menial service, protector... but never the word master.

His gaze shifted to Hong Ye, almost too shocked to speak. The enchanting figure that could captivate any man’s heart turned out to be Ling Chen’s maid?

"You must be joking; how could she be your maid? More likely, you are her servant."

A Sea-State Warrior behind Kazama Ichiro sneered, expressing disbelief.

"To dare call one’s master a maid, such a bold servant is a first for me."

Kazama Ichiro processed, his face improving slightly, then smirked mockingly.

"Ling-kun is indeed my master."

However, the next moment, as Hong Ye spoke, Kazama Ichiro and the others were petrified.

Her aura was already extremely noble, and her beauty was breathtaking. Now, her voice sounded delicate, akin to a kitten, further stirring the primal desires within men’s hearts.

This phrase from Hong Ye’s mouth left no room for doubt.

Meanwhile, their expressions became exceedingly unpleasant, internally exploding with jealousy. Why would such a rare beauty be Ling Chen’s maid? How fortunate is this young man to encounter such luck?

"Miss, are you from Yingzhou?"

Kazama Ichiro quickly caught the key in Hong Ye’s words. Typically, only Sea-State people use honorifics like ’kun’ or ’san’.

Clearly, Ling Chen’s accent differed from Hong Ye’s; this man wasn’t from the Sea-State.

Realizing this, Kazama Ichiro’s face immediately changed, his eyes coldly fixing on Hong Ye, "Beautiful lady, are you being held by this man? Did he capture you, forcing you to be his maid?"

Upon hearing, Hong Ye instead smiled, surprised, "How do you know?"

"Indeed!"

Kazama Ichiro sneered, promptly saying, "Miss, fear not. I will rescue you immediately, returning your freedom."

His heart rejoiced; this was his chance to rescue a beauty. Once he dealt with Ling Chen and saved Hong Ye, wouldn’t he be able to command whatever he desired from her?

Saying this, Kazama Ichiro turned to Ling Chen, his eyes suddenly cold, "You thief! How dare you force this lady to be your maid. Release her now, or I’ll take your life!"

Yet, to his loud threats, Ling Chen paid no attention, slightly lifting his head instead, looking toward Hong Ye, making her slightly uneasy, spreading her hands, "I didn’t do anything; he guessed it himself."

"You’d best avoid playing tricks."

Ling Chen’s voice turned icy. How could he not see that Hong Ye was intentionally causing him trouble?

"I’m like this; what tricks could I play?"

Hong Ye’s expression was innocent, continuing, "You are my master now, protecting your maid is only natural, isn’t it?"

"Kid, still threatening this lady; I see you’re courting death!"

Kazama Ichiro’s eyes suddenly flashed fiercely, the tachi at his waist abruptly drawing out, slicing horizontally at Ling Chen’s abdomen!

This strike, almost without forewarning, stabbed toward Ling Chen’s vital area.

"What a fierce strike."

Not far away, the powerful individuals on the deck all changed their expressions. The Fengjian Clan belongs to the Martial Arts Family of Yingzhou, categorized under the Swordsmanship School of "Piercing Heart Style," featuring one deadly cut. This is somewhat similar to "Single Sword Style," but fundamentally differs.

Compared to "Single Sword Style," "Piercing Heart Style" appears simpler, lacking the use of momentum. However, discarding these details means faster strike, achieving unexpected effects, making it hard for enemies to defend.

Judging by his stance, Kazama Ichiro suddenly employed the "Piercing Heart Style" Blade technique, clearly intending to put Ling Chen to death!

Clang!

Accompanied by a deafening, crisp noise, to the surprise of everyone, the tachi in Kazama Ichiro’s hand was tightly blocked by Ling Chen’s sword scabbard, unable to advance even an inch.

"Damn!"

Kazama Ichiro’s face reddened. No matter how much force he exerted, he couldn’t move Ling Chen’s sword scabbard an inch, as if he chopped into a mountain.

Thump!

At this moment, Ling Chen’s left hand suddenly drew the Treasure Sword from the sword scabbard, filling Kazama Ichiro’s vision with brilliant sword light, blurring his sight completely.

"Not good!"

Kazama Ichiro screamed, his face turned pale, realizing he couldn’t evade Ling Chen’s sword, about to have his head sliced off.