FVN Chapter 2601: Sword Rain
Chapter 2601: Sword Rain
A very strange and interesting scene appeared in the large and spacious courtyard.Trent Marsh stood at one end of the path.
Nelson stood at the other end.
On either side, countless Martial Artists stood.
When true danger arrived, the men instead retreated except for Nelson, who stood out as a woman.
"You’re really not men." Trent Marsh looked left and right, his tone laden with contempt and disdain: "A group of men, watching a woman step forward? Did you study martial arts so much that you lost all your masculinity?"
"Practiced the Sunflower Manual, did you?"
"Haha..."
Trent Marsh laughed recklessly.
Yet those insulted Martial Artists, not one dared to step forward.
They hung their heads.
Studied martial arts?
It was meant to make a name for oneself, to better enjoy life!
To rise above others!
If dead, nothing remains.
Endure a moment, and calm will prevail, still able to live.
Many have seen Trent Marsh’s methods firsthand, those who haven’t, have heard of them.
Going against the War God, isn’t it courting death?
Seeing the surrounding silence, Trent Marsh shook his head and laughed loudly: "Nelson, what a pity, not a single person willing to step forward with you and die."
"As the Alliance Hierarch, I don’t need my people to die. To deal with you, I am enough myself." Nelson, sword in one hand, stood before the hall’s entrance.
"He has some rapport with me. If you come with me willingly, I won’t harm or kill you." Trent Marsh extended a finger, pointing at Nelson thirty meters away: "I didn’t want to do this, but now everything I do is learned from him!"
Thinking of Julius Reed, Trent Marsh felt very complicated.
In Mont, Julius Reed saved his life.
But on Silvio Reed’s issue, he played him for a fool.
Various methods, overturning Trent Marsh’s perceptions.
For the first time, he realized that even the strong could play such games.
Silvio Reed faked his death, Julius Reed was even more conniving.
Trent Marsh felt he needed to change.
Adapt to this era or disappear!
"Stop speaking so shamelessly." Nelson retorted unceremoniously: "When has he ever taken on a woman? He is clever; you are despicable!"
"I am despicable, so what!" Trent Marsh’s eyes reddened, the hand gripping the knife trembled slightly: "I do this, not driven by them! They are despicable, I am even more so! Let’s see who is more shameless! Who said Trent Marsh must fight fair? I want to show him when I am shameless, I can be fiercer than them all!"
Such dialogue made the nearby people break out in cold sweat.
They clearly felt Trent Marsh’s anger!
Daring to call the War God despicable, wasn’t he bent on dying?
What if Trent Marsh, in a fit of rage, killed everyone here?
They didn’t want to be buried with him!
Trent Marsh had done similar things before, not just once.
"Lord Theodore Marsh, permit me to say a word."
Someone stepped forward, speaking very respectfully: "We Martial Artists, admire strength! Whoever is stronger, we follow! Rest assured, in this duel between experts, we will certainly stand by!"
"Indeed, we won’t intervene in this match! And ask Lord Marsh not to vent anger on us!"
The Martial Artists successively expressed their stances.
Compared to surviving, does face matter?
Why care for face?
When beaten to the doorstep, face hardly matters!
"A bunch of useless!" Trent Marsh didn’t care about these people’s feelings; after cursing, he asked again: "Nelson, I’m giving you one last chance..."
"Fight if you must, stop the chatter!" Nelson interrupted him, charging directly!
White clothes like flying snow, swept past the path, arriving in front of Trent Marsh.
"Overestimating yourself." Trent Marsh’s lips curled; he never considered a woman could be his opponent.
White steel sword was unsheathed as Trent Marsh casually struck!
Clang!
The anticipated sound of collision.
He didn’t believe Nelson could withstand his move!
With one sword, the opponent’s hand would be at least numb, losing combat power!
But unexpectedly, Nelson’s figure vanished.
Then, Trent Marsh felt a chill on his back!
He turned suddenly!
Only to see a sword attacking!
A flash of light!
Trent Mash dodged to the side, with the white steel sword barely grazing his shoulder!
Clang!
Nelson’s sword quickly fell!
If a bit slower, Trent Marsh’s head would have split in half!
His eyes widened, no time to ponder Nelson’s prowess, relying only on instinctive dodging!
Swoosh!
Trent Marsh retreated ten steps, reached out to touch his forehead.
Blood!
The sword hadn’t yet reached, but the Sword Qi preceded!
Trent Marsh’s forehead throbbed with intense pain.
"You are not Nelson." He shook his head, grinning: "Again, Night Fairy’s tricks, who are you really!"
He knew Julius Reed had someone called Night Fairy skilled in disguise.
The person before him surely disguised, waiting for him!
But who was this person?
Definitely couldn’t be Julius Reed.
Julius Reed was supposed to be heading towards Demarco Mount.
Moreover, many aspects of this Nelson were inexplicable.
For instance, this swordsmanship was too profound!
But the power, not so strong.
Trent Marsh had prepared for a broken shoulder from just now.
But it was only painful!
Indicating the other’s swordsmanship exquisite, but lacking power!
Such a mismatch wasn’t likely.
This set of exquisite swordsmanship, even made Trent Marsh surprised, the one practicing it must be a top master!
Yet, why so weak in inner force?
"I am Nelson." Nelson held the sword, expressionless: "It’s not about me, it’s you, Trent Marsh, being eliminated by the world!"
"Why isn’t he here? Because he knows, I can easily defeat you. Times have changed, Lord Marsh. The title War God, from today, ceases to exist."
This statement caused the Martial Artists present to draw in a sharp breath!
This young lady, when did she become so formidable?
Did she take over that blind swordsman’s soul?
Or absorb completely?
How did she suddenly become so strong!
Even Trent Marsh wasn’t her match!
Most embarrassing was the Martial Artists who had just shown goodwill to Trent Marsh.
Had they known of Nelson’s prowess, they surely would have pretended to help!
Now they were doomed!
"I refuse to believe!" Trent Marsh brandished the white steel sword, stepping towards Nelson, having never felt such anger before!
Being doubted was something he couldn’t bear.
"Believe or not, it doesn’t matter now." Nelson slowly closed his eyes, single-handedly holding the sword, upright in front of himself.
The other hand gently touched the blade.
Crack!
Suddenly, thunder rumbled in the sky.
"Is it raining?"
Someone looked at the sky in surprise.
"If sword rain counts." Nelson opened his eyes.
The substantial spiritual power previously stored by the Mackenzie family began to operate!
White light shot down from the sky!