Top Furious Doctor Soldier Chapter 339

Chapter 339 My Blade also Comes Around
“My G.o.d! Five billion dollars! It's a bet of Justice.”

“d.a.m.n! The people of the Netherworld are really confident in their big boss. Five billion at one shot. If Yama really loses, the money will be totally wasted!”

“Do you have any idea why the Netherworld is so powerful? That's because they are aggressive and confident. They'll never think that Master Yama is going to lose. This is the root of the strength of this superpower.”

A five-billion-dollar bet had put Eugene's gambling game on fire.

But this was not the end of it. Followed by that, the Nightwalker Luo Tengfei who was far away at Wolfsburg had also placed a bet, “Yama wins. Five billion dollars.”

Puff! Puff!

After seeing the bet of Nightwalker, Justice laughed so hard that he almost choked himself, “d.a.m.n. Does this kid put his all in?”

At the same time, Luo Tengfei who was far away in Wolfsburg was making a wish to the pa.s.sing meteor in the sky, “Dear meteor, let my boss win. Or I will lose everything I have. Amen!”

If anyone else heard Luo Tengfei's wishes, they would definitely laugh at him for saying “Amen” for a wish. It was just a meteor, not G.o.d himself.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Sentai and Liu Feng collided once again as if Mars had collided the Earth. A large cloud of dust under their feet was shaken up by the energy of the two, and then the two men retreated at the same time.

“The warm-up is over.”

Sentai's eyes flashed with fierceness and his face was full of excitement, “I haven't met such an opponent for a long time. Yama, you make me feel that my blood is boiling.”

“Oh! You are the Death King. Aren't you supposed to be cold-blooded?” Liu Feng smiled and said.

“Cold-blooded, huh?” Sentai's eyes were filled with an undisguised desire of killing, “I really don't like your jokes, so I am going to kill you. And I will demonstrate my strength with your life, Yama Liu.”

“Sure. If you are stronger than me, just take my life away.” Liu Feng was still smiling, but the smile was turning cold.

Swis.h.!.+

Then, the Death King Sentai took both hands from behind as a half-meter-long sickle and a one-meter-long iron rod appeared in his hands. He pushed those together, then he looked like the image of death in the mythical stories with the sickle and his black cloak.

Similarly, Liu Feng turned his right palm and a foot-long blade appeared in his hand. The blade turned into a gorgeous flower as he twisted his wrist.

“Well, give me your life!” Sentai waved the sickle and smashed towards Liu Feng.

Under the illumination of the spotlights, the blade of the sickle flickered with a glare. Even the air cracked when the sickle cut through.

Liu Feng sneaked his footsteps and quickly took half a step back.

But just as Liu Feng retreated, a hint of smug appeared in the eyes of the Death King. The sickle that fell from the top to the bottom suddenly poked forward. And the wide blade that was upside down headed straight towards Liu Feng's chest.

This move was just too fast. There was no sense of slackness between the motions. It was apparently a long practiced-killing trick for the Death King.

Facing such a move, even Liu Feng had to treat it carefully and seriously.

Just when the sickle's vertical blade was about to slice Liu Feng, his body spun forward like a top and blocked the sickle away with the spinning force.

“That's within my expectations, but the fiercest step of my move is…”

The Death King was appearing prouder at this time. He roared as he leaped back, bringing the sickle back with his right hand, “It comes around!”

Woo…

The wide sickle turned horizontal from vertical. Under the dragging of the Death King, the sharp blade of the sickle smashed towards Liu Feng's back. The strength of the pullback coupled with the sharpness of the sickle, which made the air whimper when it cut through.

Fast!

All the people from both sides watching it on the scene and watching it through the dark platform felt the extreme speed demonstrated by the move of the Death King.

It was certain that Liu Feng could not dodge this move. And the Death King was the most powerful person from the West ever since Liu Feng had started his career. From Liu Feng's perspective, the Death King Sentai had definitely reached the Danjin Level, and he was likely to be in the second phase of the force concentrating level. It was even fair to say that ordinary people in the second phase of the force concentrating level had absolutely no chance to live facing Death King with his sickle.

Just when Liu Feng was about to be cut into half, he turned his body sideways and raised his left hand.

Boom!

Almost at the moment that Liu Feng raised his hand, the extremely fierce pullback of the sickle had abruptly stopped.

“d.a.m.n! He grabbed it.”

“F**k! Is Yama still a mortal? He actually g… grabbed. No! That was not simply a grab! He was holding the sickle between his fingers. How terrible is his power that he's able to handle it in this way?”

“Uhoh, the Death King is in danger.”

Yes, Liu Feng blocked the sickle with his hand in a half-grabbing and half-holding manner. At the same time, Liu Feng smeared his blade with his right hand, and the snowy blade approached the Death King's throat at an alarming speed!

“Ah! You!”

This move had freaked the Death King out. First, he was shocked by the horrible force of Liu Feng stopping the sickle. Then, the slash which followed next had nearly cut into his throat.

Under great shock, the survival instinct of the Death King had driven him to release every potential he had. He gave up the sickle in his hands and leaped backwards drastically.

“My goodness! He's even abandoning his weapon.”

“That's tough. Although it was a bad idea to give up your weapon, at least you keep your life.”

“The Death King is really good here. With his move with the sickle just now, he shouldn't be weaker than Yama. As long as Yama doesn't get him in one blow, he still got a chance.”

Many bosses watching the live broadcast via the dark platform were now having their eyes glued to the screen. While watching the horrible fight between the two experts, they kept expressing their own opinions by texting in the comment section.

It was true. A group of invisible tyc.o.o.ns whose wealth would make the richest people in the world feel shocked were constantly refres.h.i.+ng the comment section as if they had been some pupils who had just learnt how to surf the Internet.

Did the Death King really have a chance though? Well, at least Liu Feng was not willing to give him any chances currently.

“Take one from me now!”

After Liu Feng missed a hit, he quickly twisted his right wrist and threw the blade towards the Death King who was retreating.

“My G.o.d!”

The Death King quickly leaned backwards to avoid the flying blade that shot towards him like a flash. The blade flew over the tip of his nose, spinning. The Death King was soaked in his own sweat.

What frustrated the Death King even more was that once he stood back up, Liu Feng actually picked up his sickle and smashed it towards him.

This. .h.i.t was even faster than the one when the Death King was smas.h.i.+ng at Liu Feng. Besides, the Death King had not fully returned to battling position. The hooked tip of the sickle had almost got the hair in front of his forehead.

At the moment of life and death, the Death King retreated with all his capabilities. He just felt the sickle sweeping past his nose. It appeared that the sharp edge had already cut through his skin, but the wound was quite shallow. So, he didn't really care.

Then, a more horrible scene happened.

Liu Feng actually learnt the move of the Death King just now and poked the sickle forward. Although he had just learnt it, Liu Feng's action was not hindered by the slightest bit.

“F*ck you!”

The Death King was beyond shock and fear at this time. He was in an extremely difficult situation right now and the vertical blade had cut his clothes from the chest to the lower abdomen. Only after that, he had time to block the sickle the same way as Liu Feng did, spinning.

“d.a.m.n! The Death King was hurt. His chest and abdomen are bleeding.”

“What a horrible person Yama is. If the move were faster, the Death King would be butchered.”

“Ahh, I got it. Yama Liu is completely copying the Death King's move. The next step would be coming around.”

Swis.h.!.+

That was right. Some of the bosses watching on the dark platform predicted with great precision. Liu Feng dragged the sickle backwards, and the wide sickle cut horizontally towards the back of the Death King.

Crack…boom!

The Death King could not avoid this one. He actually wanted to grab the blade with his hand like Liu Feng did, but he did not have time to finish the action.

However, when the inward blade cut the waist of the Death King, it was like cutting a metal wall, making a loud bang, as if the blade of the sickle had been broken.

Ahh…

Even that something prevented the Death King from dying, the power of the hit had almost crushed the spine of the Death King as he moaned in agony.

However, despite the great pain the Death King was suffering, there was a smile on his face. It was a kind of laugh from surviving the disaster, “Hha! Yama, I practiced martial arts since I was young. To keep my body in its best shape, my master tied a two-inch-wide steel s.h.i.+eld on my waist from an early age. I… ergh!”

Just as the Death King was speaking proudly, he suddenly felt a sharp wind behind his head.

He jerked back just in time to see a snowy and bright foot-long blade spinning and flying towards his throat. The blade went all the way in.

Ergh, Ergh…

The Death King tried to say something, but streams of blood flowed down his mouth and nose.

The returning blade had not only entered the Death King's throat but also went all the way through his neck.

“Forgot to tell you.”

Liu Feng smiled and said, “My blade also comes around.”

Ergh, ergh…

With his last bit of strength, the Death King turned around and looked at Liu Feng. It seemed that he had some last words, but he just couldn't say a thing.

Liu Feng raised his hand and grabbed the handle of the blade at the Death King's throat. He pulled the blade out by the force of the Death King falling under gravity.

“Thank you for returning the blade to me.”

Liu Feng looked down at the Death King who was lying in a pool of blood dying with his eyes open. And he said calmly, “As for your sickle, I will keep it. This is the trophy I earned from you.”

Snap!

In the headquarters of the Death a.r.s.enal, a middle-aged man wrapped in a black robe snapped his fingers excitingly, “Ha! It's good that you died, Sentai. You wanted to kill Yama Liu to build your reputation but got killed in return, which gives me all the benefits. I, the First Death, is the Death King now. Hhha!”

“F**k! The Death King was killed by Yama!”

“F**k his father. I just bet ten million dollars on him to win, and he died. What the actual f**k?”

“Son of a b*tch. I seriously doubt that the Death King and Yama are on the same side. He deliberately let Yama kill him so that the people from the Netherworld will pay him dividends after winning the money.”

It seemed that some people on the dark platform had lost not only money but also sanity as well. What did it even mean that the Death King asks Liu Feng to kill him deliberately and gets dividends? If the Death King were dead, why would he need money on earth? Had you ever heard of someone doing something so “deliberate”?