Unrivaled Soldier in the City-Chapter 315: Sever Your Arm

Witnessing this, Lin Kuang remained calm. The moment Fan Molun's hand went to his waist, Lin Kuang knew he was drawing a weapon. Besides, Lin Kuang knew from his time in Europe just how devilishly effective Fan Molun's short knife was. In a fight like this, of course Fan Molun would use it.

Lin Kuang's figure shot backward as his right hand yanked fiercely at his own waist. Nameless was unsheathed in an instant. Its cold light flickered, combining with the murderous aura radiating from Lin Kuang to create a terrifying image. Even Fan Molun's heart tightened at the sight, as the flexible blade sent a chill of profound danger through him.

However, Fan Molun did not retreat. His legs propelled him forward, accelerating once more as he thrust his short knife toward Lin Kuang's heart.

Lin Kuang let out a cold snort and swung Nameless. The flexible blade bent sharply, its tip stabbing directly toward Fan Molun's Niwan Palace—the weakest point on the crown of the head. If this strike landed, Fan Molun's skull would undoubtedly be split open.

At this, Fan Molun also felt the imminent danger. He abandoned his thrust at Lin Kuang's heart and instead flicked his short knife sharply upward.

CLANG!

With the sharp ring of metal on metal, Fan Molun's short knife deflected Nameless, causing Lin Kuang's strike to miss. Lin Kuang wasn't bothered. I never expected to finish him in a single blow. If he were that easy to kill, he wouldn't be Fan Molun.

Lin Kuang spun, his body transforming into a whirlwind of sword light that sliced toward Fan Molun. In response, Fan Molun rapidly retreated, his short knife dancing to parry the strikes.

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

The sound of clashing metal echoed repeatedly as Fan Molun blocked every one of Lin Kuang's strikes, rendering the attacks useless.

Seeing his assault had no effect, Lin Kuang instantly changed tactics. He paused abruptly, then sent Nameless vibrating forward in a vicious thrust aimed at Fan Molun's throat. Fan Molun's expression was icy as he swung his short knife, viciously striking the flat of the blade.

CLANG!

Nameless was knocked aside. However, with a surge of power from his palm, Lin Kuang made the blade bend abruptly, its tip grazing past Fan Molun's cheek.

Fan Molun felt a cold sting on his face and immediately shot backward. When he stopped and touched his cheek, his fingers came away wet with blood. Looking at the blood on his palm, Fan Molun's expression grew grim. Lin Kuang's flexible sword was incredibly tricky, forcing him to be even more cautious.

But Lin Kuang refused to give him a moment to rest and charged forward again. He rushed out at high speed, raising Nameless high before bringing it down in a powerful cleave. An icy chill washed over Fan Molun, and he immediately retreated while his short knife danced out to meet the blow.

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

The ring of metal on metal echoed again, this time sending sparks flying into the air. The force behind their attacks was terrifying.

Just then, Fan Molun pushed off forcefully with his feet, rapidly spinning to deliver a backhand strike that slashed ruthlessly at Lin Kuang's neck. In that instant, sensing mortal danger, the hair on Lin Kuang's back stood on end. It was an instinctive warning from a body honed by countless battles.

Lin Kuang stomped down hard, launching himself sideways and narrowly avoiding Fan Molun's attack.

Seeing his attack had missed, Fan Molun's expression turned ugly. I was certain that blow would land, yet he dodged it. How infuriating!

Just then, Lin Kuang moved swiftly, slashing Nameless toward Fan Molun's waist. Fan Molun retreated again, but the tip of the blade still caught his clothes, tearing a long gash in the fabric. Before he could counter, Lin Kuang pushed off with his feet again, his body moving at high speed as Nameless swung continuously, transforming into a dazzling web of sword light.

Fan Molun grew extremely wary. Within this dazzling sword light, I can't tell which attacks are real and which are feints.

This was precisely Lin Kuang's goal: to confuse Fan Molun and create an opening to inflict more damage. In an instant, his attack was upon him.

Left with no other choice, Fan Molun could only meet it head-on, using his short knife for defense. He couldn't tell which glint of the sword was real, so he didn't dare to launch a counterattack; a single mistake could result in a severe injury. Reluctantly, he could only defend. But as the old saying goes, the best defense is a good offense. Against an opponent like Lin Kuang, who fought with almost no regard for defense and only relentless attack, a purely defensive posture was a losing strategy.

With a flick of his wrist, Lin Kuang sent a streak of sword light toward Fan Molun's chest. Already dazzled by the endless flashes, Fan Molun reacted instinctively, swinging his knife to parry. His blade met only empty air; the streak of light had been a feint.

In that moment, Fan Molun knew he'd been tricked and tried to retreat. But while his reaction was fast, Lin Kuang's blade was faster.

In the blink of an eye, Nameless mercilessly pierced through Fan Molun's left shoulder.

Having landed the blow, Lin Kuang didn't pause. With a vicious flick of his wrist, he jerked the blade upward.

SCHLICK!

With a sound like meat being sliced, Lin Kuang severed Fan Molun's left arm at the shoulder.

The arm dropped to the ground. Blood gushed from the wound as Fan Molun's face turned deathly pale in an instant. Feeling the excruciating pain radiating from his ruined shoulder, he stared at Lin Kuang with a look of murderous rage mixed with deep wariness.

"King of the Underworld, today, you will die!" Fan Molun roared and charged, his short knife lashing out in a desperate frenzy.

Lin Kuang, however, had no intention of engaging in a life-or-death struggle. He clearly held the upper hand. He just needed to hold out a little longer until Fan Molun inevitably faltered, and then he could deliver the finishing blow.

However, the unexpected happened.

After a fierce onslaught, Fan Molun suddenly pulled back at extreme speed, turning and fleeing frantically without a backward glance.

Lin Kuang was stunned. I thought he was going to fight to the death. But looking at him now, this isn't a last stand—it's a desperate escape!