35. Wanted Mission (2)

"Jin Rong," Chu Yan called out, his voice calm but authoritative. "Your escape ends here."

Jin Rong spun around, his eyes wide with surprise and fear. He quickly composed himself, a sneer curling his lips.

"Hahaha, I thought they sent powerful experts to capture me; I didn't expect it to be a little kid."

Hearing this, Chu Yan didnt mad instead smiled.

"How unfortunate for you to be defeated by some kid."

Chu Yan's grip on his sword tightened on his waist.

"You have nowhere to run, Jin Rong. Surrender now, and I promise you'll be treated fairly."

"Arrogant brat!" he shouted, drawing a dagger from his belt.

Jin Rong lunged at Chu Yan, his dagger aimed at his chest. Chu Yan sidestepped the attack with ease, his movements fluid and precise. He countered with a swift strike, his sword slicing through the air. Jin Rong barely managed to deflect the blow, his eyes narrowing in concentration.

The two clashed in a flurry of strikes and parries, the sound of metal on metal echoing through the empty warehouse.

Jin Rong, his face twisted into a sneer of defiance.

"You think you can stop me, brat?" he taunted, his voice dripping with contempt will fighting Chu Yan. 

Chu Yan remained stoic, his expression unreadable as he assessed the situation. He knew Jin Rong was dangerous, but he also knew that he had trained his whole life for moments like these.

The two adversaries circled each other warily, their movements synchronized in a deadly dance of combat. Chu Yan's martial arts prowess was evident as he deftly parried each of Jin Rong's strikes, his movements as if he undergoes years of rigorous training and discipline.

Jin Rong, sensing the tide of battle turning against him, grew increasingly desperate, his attacks becoming more frenzied and erratic. 

'Impossible! I have trained my dagger skills for decades. How possible for this kid to parry all my attacks!' thought Jin Rong anxiously.

Sensing the sudden sluggish movement, Chu Yan seize the opportunity, his movements fluid and relentless as he unleashed a barrage of strikes upon his opponent. Jin Rong fought back with all his remaining strength, but it was futile against Chu Yan's superior skill.

As the battle raged on, the warehouse echoed with the clashing of steel and the grunts of exertion as the surrounding area was razed by countless cutting marks.

Despite his best efforts, Jin Rong found himself steadily losing ground to Chu Yan's relentless assault.

At this time, Jin Rong on his knee, with his body full of blood due to countless cutting mark. In front of him, Chu Yan walk toward him slowly with sword on his right hand.

"I told you, it's futile. It's better for you to surrender and follow me back."

"In your dream kid. Even if I die, I will take you with me, genius like you worth for me dying, Hahaha!"

With that, Jin Rong took out a pill and swallowed it. In instant, the aura surrounding Jin Rong increases drastically, like demon coming out of hell.

Jin Rong's current strength already reached Sixth-layer realm, peak of intermediate Martial Artist realm.

"Marvelous, I never thought blood raging pill can increase my cultivation level. This is the end for you, kid."

Chu Yan sheathed his sword as his eyes closed. Seeing this, Jin Rong sneezed, "Do you think I will let you live even if you surrender? How naive!"

Jin Rong dashed toward Chu Yan with full speed. Jin Rong punched Chu Yan with full strength, clenching his fist.

In one fluid motion, Chu Yan drew his sword from its sheath, the blade singing as it sliced through the air with deadly precision. 

Time seemed to slow as Chu Yan's sword met Jin Rong's fist. The force of their collision sent sparks flying, illuminating the tense tableau of combat.

Jin Rong's eyes widened in surprise as he felt the sheer force behind Chu Yan's strike, his own fist momentarily halted by the onslaught.

With a swift twist of his wrist, Chu Yan unleashed the full power of the Gale Wind Sword Technique, his blade slicing through the air. The wind seemed to answer his call, whipping around him in a cyclone of power as he closed in on his target.

In a single, decisive movement, Chu Yan brought his sword down in a sweeping arc, aiming for Jin Rong's exposed neck. The blade sang as it sliced through the air, its edge shimmering with deadly intent. With a resounding clang, Chu Yan's strike hit its mark, cutting through Jin Rong's defenses effortlessly.

Jin Rong staggered back with a cry of pain, clutching his wounded side as blood seeped from the gash left by Chu Yan's blade.

"N-no! wait! please sp- spare me!"

"Too late, you should beg for mercy when you had chance."

Ignoring Jin Rong's plea, Chu Yan cut his head mercilessly. Chu Yan then sheated his sword back.

After that, Chu Yan searched Jin Rong's body. What he found was some cash, a small map, and a weird-looking coin marker.

"What is this?"