chapter 12 Missions and Combat (4)

"I want to complete this mission."
Sonny thought silently in his heart.
The speed of his feet increased. Sonny held his sword at an angle and moved forward as if sprinting for 100 meters.
In front, more than a dozen guards were half dead, and their bodies that had not yet completely stiffened were twitching constantly. Blood slowly flowed out and seeped into the ground, turning dark red.
A big man with white hair and a spear stood in the middle of the road.
One man can hold the passage against ten thousand enemies.
Kailani and the remaining few guards who were barely able to fight were holding weapons and being careful on guard.
"Leave Mr. Messish alone and you can go!"
He had a full head of white hair tied back casually, a handsome face, neither happy nor angry, and said in a slow voice.
"Don't even think about it!"
The dark-skinned man spoke out.
The next moment, the spear suddenly thrust out, like lightning suddenly appearing in the night.
A powerful murderous aura filled the surroundings, and the leaves fell to the ground without any wind.
The sharp tip of the gun continued to enlarge in the dark-skinned man's eyes, but the man's pupils became smaller and smaller.
The powerful force made it difficult for the dark-skinned man to move even half a step.
All that awaited was death.
Clang!
The clear voice rang out, and the big man opened his eyes, feeling that the remaining brilliance of the sunset was so hazy and unreal.
A figure stood in front of him.
Sonny took down a lightning-fast shot.
"Who are you?"
The white-haired man leaned his spear on the ground and asked.
"Sword Sect——Sonny Ayesa!"
Sonny said carefully.
The white-haired man couldn't help but smile and looked at the dirt-colored face of Mr. Messiah, "I really underestimate you, you actually sought the protection of the Sword Sect."
Mr. Messiah's body was trembling, and he hugged his son tightly, "Please, please let us go."
The white-haired man smiled slightly and looked not far away.
A group of people appeared, and the one at the front was Mr. Messiah's wife.
His eyes fell on Sonny, and the white-haired man said, "Did you just accept my spear blow?"
"That's a no-brainer."
Sonny's voice was very soft, but he was full of confidence.
Nodding, the white-haired man suddenly moved his spear, swung it round, and smashed it down, like a blacksmith in a blacksmith shop smelting iron, familiar and calm.
On one side of his body, Sonny's long sword was raised diagonally.
The tip of the sword carried a cold light, cutting into the chest of the white-haired man.
Both sides suffer.
Or the white-haired man chose to retreat.
Their eyes met instantly.
There was endless determination and decisiveness in Sonny's eyes.
The white-haired man's eyes tightened, and he retracted his spear and blocked it in front of him, stopping the advancement of the sword tip.
"You have some guts."
The white-haired man uttered a few words, and then the spear flicked out and swept out. The tip of the spear drew a beautiful arc, like the half-waning moon in the night sky.
Waves spreading under the waning moon.
The white-haired man used his inner strength.
Taking a deep breath, Sonny poured the little internal energy in his body into the long sword. In an instant, the sound of the sword was loud.
With a movement of his feet, Sonny slashed his long sword towards the sweeping spear.
Ding!
A slight noise.
The red strings on the spear floated in the air.
The white-haired man's eyes became more and more surprised. Even though he used a little of his inner strength, it was already very rare for Sonny to dare to confront him head-on.
"Good!"
A loud shout came out, and the spear in the white-haired man's hand shook continuously. Almost in an instant, he stabbed out six shots in succession. The six shots came out in succession, and the power was superimposed.
Small beads of sweat broke out on Sonny's forehead. The sword in his hand made a dangerous counterattack every time. Fortunately, he could take the spear attack every time.
Six attacks were used.
The spear in the white-haired man's hand suddenly became sluggish, but a unique temperament exuded from his body. The spear seemed to grow on his body, like an arm, like a finger, and he could use it as he pleased.
A strong pressure rushed over him, like the prelude to a storm, dull and depressing.
The sword in his hand trembled slightly.
Sonny closed his eyes, but his heart was completely relaxed.
Everything around him gradually came into view, and Sonny became very relaxed.
The spear drew circles in mid-air, one after another, like age rings.
On the surrounding poplar trees, countless green leaves fell one after another and became fragmented.
The strong wind lifted the tips of Sonny's hair.
The horse neighed, trying to escape from here.
Everything pressed on him.
The white-haired man was like a mountain, slowly pressuring.
Collapse!
The spear broke through the air like thunder exploding among heavy dark clouds.
The spear advanced straight forward, with endless momentum as far as the eye could see.
The buzzing sound was endless.
Sonny stood quietly.
The spear was getting closer and closer, and the next moment, it was at his throat.
In that instant, Sonny raised the sword in his hand, his whole body bent down, his face was almost close to the ground, the sword in his hand was raised in reverse, and the tip of the sword blocked the way of the spear.
The long sword was curved exaggeratedly.
But Sonny breathed a sigh of relief, arched his body, fierce force poured into the sword body, and the spear rebounded back.
"Good sword...good swordsmanship."
The white-haired man put away his spear and spoke faint words.
Sonny smiled slightly, "Thank you for your mercy."
"Haha...you can defeat the shadowless spear with your moves. Boy, you are indeed extraordinary. I like you very much, so I will keep you as my opponent." The white-haired man said calmly.
Sonny smiled and said nothing.
"Nicolas Zimmer—what are you trying to do?"
Mrs. Laurier, who was dressed in a smart outfit, said with some displeasure.
With the spear on his shoulder, the white-haired man turned and left.
"Mrs. Laurier, I said I would only help you once, but that doesn't mean I will kill someone."
Came the loud voice of the white-haired man.
Before Mrs. Laurier could say anything, the faint words came again, "Don't kill the kid I'm fighting with. I want him to grow up and fight against me."
Before he finished speaking, the horse neighed.
A bright light suddenly appeared.
A thin figure rushed towards Sonny very quickly.
The bright light was a dagger, and the skinny figure was the skinny man with hideous scars on his face that Sonny had seen before.
Sonny's expression changed with shock, and the sword in his hand suddenly thrust out.
The skinny man dodged easily and stabbed Sonny in the throat with the dagger.
A cruel smile appeared on the ferocious face.
Sonny wanted to dodge, but it was too late.
Sonny raised the sword in his hand and tried to stop it.
In an instant, a mouthful of hot blood sprayed on Sonny's face, and the silver-white spear tip appeared on the skinny man's chest.
With a flick of the spear, the skinny man's body was pushed deeper into the jungle.
"I said - don't kill this kid, why don't you listen!"
Nicolas shook his head helplessly, dropped his sword, blood rolled down, and strode away.
Mrs. Laurier's expression became unpleasant, and she struggled for a long time as she looked at her leaving figure.
"Nicolas Zimmer—you will regret it."
Whispering words through gritted teeth came from Mrs. Laurier's mouth, and her expression became fierce.