572: Chapter 572 Slaying

Xiang Yu and Rajesh Singh Delrosia pulled back to a certain distance after their whirlwind battle, eyeing each other warily.

Several wounds already marked Rajesh Singh Delrosia’s burly, muscular frame, blood soaking through his clothes. Yet, this didn't shake his resolve in the slightest; his gaze remained steady and fierce as he stared at Xiang Yu, searching for a weakness.

After the previous exchange, both had gained a certain understanding of the other's moves.

Rajesh Singh Delrosia knew very well that the other man's techniques were incredibly exquisite, far surpassing his own.

Had he not sent a large number of subordinates to exhaust the man's stamina beforehand, he would have been slain by now.

His eyes narrowed.

The man's greatest shortcoming now was his stamina; as long as he capitalized on this point, he could defeat Xiang Yu.

"Huff, huff, huff..."

Xiang Yu's breathing was slightly heavy, as labored as a bellows, showing that his stamina was indeed hitting rock bottom.

As the two faced off, time seemed to freeze at that moment, with only the howling wind in their ears and the constant lashing of sand and dust against their bodies.

Suddenly, Xiang Yu let out a world-shaking roar. Like a bolt from the blue, the sound pierced through the swirling dust, making the surrounding air hum and vibrate.

Following the roar, he surged forward like a bolt of black lightning toward Rajesh Singh Delrosia, gripping the patta sword tightly as his right hand continuously gathered strength.

This single strike condensed all of Xiang Yu’s power and will.

Seeing this, Rajesh Singh Delrosia felt a chill in his heart. Knowing the power of this strike, he didn't dare to be the least bit careless.

He kicked off the ground violently, kicking up a large cloud of dust. Like an agile leopard, he darted to the side, attempting to evade the fatal blow.

However, Xiang Yu's attack followed him like a shadow. The patta sword traced a graceful yet lethal arc through the air, moving as fast as a meteor chasing the moon.

Despite Rajesh Singh Delrosia’s evasive maneuver, Xiang Yu's sword caught up to him like a phantom.

With a sharp "shlick," the patta sword accurately sliced across Rajesh Singh Delrosia's neck.

In the instant they crossed paths, a thin line of blood quietly emerged on Rajesh Singh Delrosia's neck.

At first, the line was extremely faint, almost imperceptible without careful observation.

But in the blink of an eye, blood surged out like a bursting dam. It turned out that Xiang Yu's final strike had unerringly severed the blood vessels and windpipe in Rajesh Singh Delrosia's throat.

Rajesh Singh Delrosia felt an unprecedented, agonizing pain instantly spread through his entire body, as if countless sharp blades were frantically churning inside him.

He could no longer hold his battle-axe; it fell to the ground with a heavy "clatter."

His hands instinctively clutched his neck, trying to stem the gushing blood, but it continued to pour out from between his fingers.

His legs felt as if the bones had been removed, instantly losing all strength. His knees buckled, and he collapsed heavily to the ground with a "thud."

His eyes were filled with resentment and despair.

Meanwhile, Xiang Yu, holding the patta sword, slowly turned around. Stained with his enemy's blood, he stood tall amidst the howling wind and sand like an indomitable God of War.

He looked at the fallen Rajesh Singh Delrosia, and just as he thought the man was about to die, a scene he never expected occurred, completely shattering his worldview.