Chapter 207: Courting Death
Locating the target, Lin Tian headed straight towards Meichuan Kuzi.
When he was only two containers away from Meichuan Kuzi, Lin Tian deliberately kicked the metal sheets of a container to make a piercing noise.
This was to draw Meichuan Kuzi’s attention.
Sure enough, upon hearing the metal noise, Meichuan Kuzi sneered, "Foolish Celestial Dragon Continent people, I caught you!"
Hearing hurried footsteps approaching, Lin Tian also smirked, "Got him on the hook, huh?"
Lin Tian immediately led Meichuan Kuzi to the left, with Meichuan Kuzi hot on his trail.
This increased the distance between Meichuan Kuzi and his companions further and further.
Once the distance was far enough that Lin Tian deemed he could take out Meichuan Kuzi without his companions reaching in time to assist, he abruptly stopped.
Seeing the shadow ahead stop, Meichuan Kuzi also halted, tauntingly, "Foolish Celestial Dragon Continent person, are you tired of running? Can’t run anymore?"
"Heh!" Lin Tian sneered.
Really, from where does this tiny Sakula Country derive such an air of superiority?
"Run? Why would I need to run?" Lin Tian shrugged helplessly.
"Aren’t you afraid I’ll kill you?" Meichuan Kuzi drew a long blade, its edge glinting coldly.
"Aren’t you afraid I’ll kill you?" Lin Tian gripped a dragon dagger in his hand, its short but blindingly sharp blade.
"Nice blade!" Meichuan Kuzi, a person who knows his weapons, licked his lips greedily upon seeing the black dragon in Lin Tian’s hand.
"But unfortunately, this blade will soon be mine!" Meichuan Kuzi boasted arrogantly.
"Saying that might be a tad premature. Let’s wait until you actually kill me to brag!" Lin Tian snorted, rolling his eyes at Meichuan Kuzi, "You boast without a script, just off the cuff, huh?"
"You bastard!"
In a rage, Meichuan Kuzi roared, thrusting his long blade fiercely at Lin Tian.
"Idiot!"
Lin Tian also roared, yet stood motionless.
Seeing the tip of the blade’s cold light approach, the black dragon in Lin Tian’s right hand suddenly slashed upward.
"Clang!"
The sound of metal hitting the ground echoed crisply.
Meichuan Kuzi’s long blade had snapped into two pieces, the tip and blade lying quietly on the ground, emitting an unwilling sound.
"I really like this blade!" Meichuan Kuzi’s eyes flickered with admiration as he looked at the broken blade, once again praising the black dragon.
"It’s better than your sword, or else why would yours have broken into two?" Lin Tian was a bit surprised by the scene before him.
Although he knew the black dragon could cut through iron like mud, he didn’t expect it to be this extreme.
It even cut the opponent’s weapon in half.
"Now that your sword is broken, how will you fight me?" Lin Tian arrogantly asked, enjoying the sight of Meichuan Kuzi’s arrogance being crushed.
"Foolish Celestial Dragon Continent person, you underestimate me!" Meichuan Kuzi was neither frustrated by the broken sword nor upset, instead, he smirked coldly.
"Not good!"
Seeing Meichuan Kuzi’s right hand feint, Lin Tian immediately sensed danger approaching.
"Clang!"
"Clang!"
Two crisp metal collision sounds, Lin Tian leaned his body into an extreme S-shape to avoid the lurking danger.
Even so, a cut appeared on Lin Tian’s right cheek, with a trickle of blood oozing out.
Though he avoided it, it was barely evaded, and his face was still scratched.
From the corner of his eye, Lin Tian saw two triangular shurikens embedded in the container’s metal wall behind him.
"That was close!" Lin Tian felt very fortunate, if not for his timely reaction, he would have been hit.
Meichuan Kuzi, this time, raised his hands: "I wonder if Lady Luck will still be with you next time!"
He had shurikens wedged between his fingers, a total of eight.
If they were thrown at Lin Tian all at once, dodging would be nearly impossible.
"Hey, is this sneaky trick the only thing you Sakula Country people have? Got the guts to face me like a man?" Lin Tian tried to outwit him since he wasn’t skilled with shurikens.
If the opponent persisted like this and reinforcements arrived, Lin Tian’s situation would become even more dangerous.
Even if Meichuan Kuzi’s comrades didn’t come, with shurikens at hand, it would be difficult for Lin Tian to approach.
It could be said that the shurikens made things very uncomfortable for Lin Tian.
"My goal is to kill, don’t expect to enrage me!" Clearly, Meichuan Kuzi wasn’t deceived.
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh...
Meichuan Kuzi flicked his hands forward, sending eight shurikens flying in a curve with swift precision.
I dodge!
I dodge again!
Dodge, dodge, dodge...
Thud!
After dodging seven times, despite the shurikens cutting through his clothes, none injured his body.
But on the last try, Lin Tian was too slow to evade.
A shuriken embedded itself in Lin Tian’s left shoulder.
Pulling it out, Lin Tian spat fiercely.
"Seems you’re quite lucky today, but this time, I promise you’ll die!" Meichuan Kuzi grinned smugly, raising his hands again.
This time, sixteen shurikens were wedged, with two between each finger.
Eight shurikens were barely evaded; sixteen would be lethal.
"Damn it, if only I had trained earlier, not slacked off. Now forced into this, do I regret it?" Lin Tian berated himself.
If he had practiced earlier, how would Meichuan Kuzi have pushed him to such a bind?
The saying "there’s always someone better" is not wrong at all!
You are never the strongest, so you cannot stop moving forward!
Lin Tian vowed that if he survived this, he would diligently practice the Tyrant Emperor’s Record.
He would stop goofing around, lest he causes his own downfall.
Because it was too dark at night, and the shurikens’ speed extremely fast, the narrow passage between the containers made dodging difficult.
With no other option, Lin Tian narrowed his eyes, activating the Tyrant Emperor’s Record for the first time.
Simultaneously, he closely observed the shurikens in Meichuan Kuzi’s hands.
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh...
Sixteen shurikens were flung forward, cutting through the air with audible speed.
In Lin Tian’s eyes, sixteen black dots appeared, moving swiftly.
Perhaps due to activating the Tyrant Emperor’s Record, Lin Tian’s eyes snapped open, and the scene before him became eerie.
The once swiftly moving sixteen shurikens seemed to slow considerably.
This gave Lin Tian much more reaction time, and he began dodging the shurikens in apparent slow motion.
Meanwhile, Meichuan Kuzi stood to the side, mouth agape, dumbfounded by the spectacle.
Lin Tian’s body moved with great speed, evading all sixteen shurikens completely.
"How... How is this possible?" Meichuan Kuzi muttered to himself.
Just moments ago, Lin Tian struggled against eight shurikens; how was he now easily dodging sixteen?