Chapter 287

Chapter 287: Without Hesitation! The Young Hero Surpasses Cheng Yu!

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󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄁󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄀󠄁󠄀󠄂the young hero was drenched in blood from head to toe, his tall, upright frame and handsome features were still plainly visible. His face bore an expression of unwavering, righteous resolve.

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Unable to withstand the assault, they were sent flying. But before they were knocked back, they managed to slash out with their Xiuchun Sabers, leaving two terrible wounds on the young martial artist's body.

Yet the young hero seemed utterly oblivious. Heedless of his worsening injuries, he threw himself at the next group of Jinyiwei.

He shouted at the top of his lungs. "Hurry and save them!"

The Jianghu martial artists who had come along were stunned by what they saw, but they sprang into action immediately.

"Save them now — don't waste the opening this young hero has given us!"

The Jinyiwei were held at bay.

They surged into the execution grounds, rescued the Jianghu fighters about to be executed, and ran for their lives.

Many of them instinctively glanced back as they fled, looking at the young martial artist who had blocked the Jinyiwei. Shock and bewilderment filled every heart.

They had come not only for the rewards, but also under pressure from the major sects — half-willing, half-coerced. Why was this young hero fighting so desperately? Wasn't he afraid of Cheng Yu's retaliation?

If that Living Yama set his sights on you, not even someone backed by the Nine Great Sects would end well!

They couldn't understand!

The young hero seemed to have no reservations at all. His eyes held nothing but steadfast devotion to the righteous path. He fought the Jinyiwei without fear of death.

Having activated a secret technique, he was unleashing impressive power. Combined with his reckless, injury-ignoring fighting style, he actually managed to suppress several Jinyiwei at once.

He bought the other Jianghu martial artists precious time.

Most of the condemned Jianghu fighters were quickly rescued, and the retreat began as planned.

As for the area near Zuo Yang — his guards were more numerous, and no opportunity had arisen to save him yet.

At that moment, the Jinyiwei fighting the young hero pulled back, disengaging from this fearless Jianghu maniac.

Per Lord Cheng's orders, the priority was ensuring the prisoners weren't taken!

"Don't you run!"

The young hero's eyes widened as he made to give chase, but then he spotted Zuo Yang, still shackled nearby. He shouted and lunged toward him.

"Fear not, brother — I'm here to save you!"

He clashed once more with the Jinyiwei guarding Zuo Yang.

While this side erupted into fierce combat and new variables emerged, a good number of Jianghu martial artists were rescued.

But on the other side — the high-end battlefield — the Jianghu's situation was far less favorable.

The saber light in Cheng Yu's hand flashed with lethal sharpness as he blasted the Myriad Flower Valley woman aside.

She possessed Ninth-Rank strength and held a senior position within Myriad Flower Valley — a figure of repute in the Jianghu. Yet before Cheng Yu's assault, she was being pushed back at every turn.

The woman clenched her silver teeth, her eyes full of wariness.

"You fiend, your strength really is something. A pity you've walked the path of evil. Today, I'll show you the spirit of our Jianghu heroes!"

For someone like Cheng Yu to emerge among the Imperial Hounds was truly the sorrow of both the Jianghu and the world!

Still, the Myriad Flower Valley woman did not let this dampen her spirits entirely.

She had been watching the other side of the battle as well, and she looked upon the young martial artist with deep approval.

"Fortunately, the Jianghu has its own share of talented heroes!"

The young hero was no more than twenty-five or twenty-six by bone age, yet he could hold his own against several Fifth-Rank Jinyiwei.

A true prodigy!

Their Jianghu, built on chivalry and righteousness, was sustained generation after generation by people just like him!

A prodigy of such chivalrous spirit — Cheng Yu's savage temperament couldn't hold a candle to him! The fiend was destined for destruction!

The only thing that puzzled her was that, with this young man's strength, he shouldn't have been unknown.

Yet she had never seen him before.

"He looks completely unfamiliar. I wonder which school he trained under?"

Just as she was feeling heartened, her expression changed drastically. A savage arc of saber light came shrieking toward the young martial artist.

Cheng Yu had struck!

Facing the enormous disparity in strength, the young hero was instantly pinned to the ground. His aura plummeted.

The secret technique's effects had worn off!

He was on the verge of death, teetering at any moment!

Cheng Yu sneered. "Bold enough, but you don't have the strength to match!"

As his words rang out, several Jinyiwei closed in, pressing their Xiuchun Sabers against the young hero's neck.

Facing such mortal danger, the young hero showed not a shred of fear. He even fired back. "I have courage and righteousness — that alone makes me a hundred times better than a heartless Imperial Hound like you!"

Every Jianghu fighter present froze.

This young hero actually dared talk back to a fiend like Cheng Yu?!

What an incredible nerve!

Cheng Yu's face twisted into a sinister grin. "If I hadn't been dodging my own men's attacks, you wouldn't have had the chance to open your mouth! Since when do ants get to speak?"

He waved his hand, issuing an order to the Jinyiwei. "Seize him. I'll deal with this wretch personally!"

But at that moment, thousands upon thousands of dazzling, multicolored butterflies suddenly swarmed toward Cheng Yu — all formed from Internal Energy — blanketing his field of vision.

The brilliant butterflies were razor-sharp as flying daggers, slashing at him relentlessly.

The Qilin Shield's defensive barrier materialized. The butterflies failed to deal any real damage. Cheng Yu swept out with his Dragon-Dethroning Xiuchun Saber, scattering the swarm.

Only then did he see the Myriad Flower Valley woman. Her curvaceous body was trembling, her emotions surging like waves.

"Cheng Yu, you're courting death!"

The Jianghu couldn't afford to lose such a fine young hero to a fiend's clutches!

She cast aside all restraint, unleashing her full power in an attack against Cheng Yu.

Cheng Yu raised an eyebrow and sneered as he met her head-on. "Not bad — you do have some fight in you. I'm in no rush, so I'll humor you for a while."

As the two fought, a number of Jianghu martial artists who had already rescued their people glanced back at the young hero with strange and wondering expressions, even though they hadn't yet escaped danger.

They had been shaken by this young man's chivalrous heart.

To face someone as savage as Cheng Yu without flinching — he truly commanded admiration and respect!

On the execution platform, Zuo Yang gazed numbly at the scene before him. The young hero was restrained by Jinyiwei, severely wounded, yet still managed to look his way.

"Even now, he's still thinking about saving me?"

A young martial artist he had never met before — willing to end up in this state for the sake of rescuing him?

Zuo Yang was moved as well. If it were him — even for close family or friends — he could never have gone this far.

To do this much for a complete stranger?

The conviction behind it was hard to believe!

Zuo Yang's already-turbulent thoughts churned once more. "Could the Jianghu's chivalry actually be real? Was it Cheng Yu who bewitched me..."

His heart twisted with conflict again.

But what no one could see was this:

On the young hero's face, beyond the righteous courage, deep within his eyes flickered a familiar look.

Cold as frost. Supremely disdainful.

Zuo Yang would have recognized that look instantly — it was identical to the way Cheng Yu looked at people!

Afraid?

As long as everything was under control, what was there to fear?

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