45: Chapter 45 Burned Out

In a flash, Chen Fan had no time to block.

His body made the most direct reaction.

He lunged forward, using his shoulder to slam hard into Princess Li Ronger, pushing her out from under the deadly edge of the dagger!

"Puchi!"

A dull sound of flesh being sliced open.

That short dagger, coated in a green sheen, failed to strike the Princess, but it carved a wound deep enough to see bone onto Chen Fan's back.

Agonizing pain exploded instantly!

Fresh blood stained his guard uniform red.

"Ah!"

The two maidservants in the carriage finally snapped out of their terror, letting out ear-piercing screams.

Princess Li Ronger was knocked into the corner of the carriage. As she looked up, all she saw was the gruesome bloody gash on Chen Fan's back, and his face, which had instantly turned deathly pale from the excruciating pain.

"Go quickly!"

Chen Fan did not look back; he used all his strength to let out a roar.

His eyes were locked tightly onto the black-clad assassin, his long saber held horizontally in front of him, assuming a defensive stance.

Reason told Princess Li Ronger that she had to leave.

Staying here, she was merely a burden, only serving to get this guard who had blocked the blade for her killed.

Yet her legs felt as if they had been filled with lead, unable to move.

She gripped the Phoenix Seeking Phoenix she had just obtained tightly; the warm, smooth jade now felt ice-cold and bone-chilling.

The assassin paid no attention to Chen Fan; he had only one target in his eyes.

His figure flickered as he prepared to bypass Chen Fan and pursue the Princess, who was now exposed.

"Your opponent is me!"

Chen Fan roared in anger, dragging his injured body as he took the initiative to meet him head-on.

The blade light rose again!

This time, it was no longer the standard, rigid saber technique of the Prince's guards.

His saber momentum changed abruptly!

Violent, fierce, and carrying a desperate madness!

It was none other than the Gale Saber Technique, the very technique he had relied on to make a name for himself back when he was the Black Wind Demon!

In an instant, inside the narrow carriage, the blade light transformed into an impenetrable net, sealing off all paths for the assassin.

The assassin was clearly taken aback; he had never expected that a mere ninth-grade guard of the Prince's estate could unleash such a cunning and vicious saber technique.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

The dense sound of metal clashing rang out wildly within the carriage.

The assassin was forced to retreat repeatedly by this sudden, frantic assault.

Although the short dagger in his hand was nimble, under Chen Fan's life-risking style, he could not gain the slightest upper hand for a moment.

"You are not a guard of the Prince's estate?" the assassin demanded sharply, his offensive becoming increasingly vicious.

The gap in Internal Energy was, after all, an insurmountable chasm.

Although the Gale Saber Technique was exquisite, every time Chen Fan delivered a strike, he had to endure the massive recoil of the opponent's eighth-grade Internal Energy.

"Crack!"

After another hard collision, the saber in Chen Fan's hand let out a crisp sound and actually snapped in half!

A massive force surged over; Chen Fan could no longer hold onto the broken blade, and his entire body was violently sent flying, crashing through the other side of the carriage wall and landing heavily on the street.

"Puh!"

A mouthful of blood sprayed onto the cold bluestone pavement.

His internal organs felt as if they had been displaced.

It is over.

This time, he was done for.

The pain of death was about to come again.

Chen Fan lay on the ground, feeling his life force rapidly ebbing away, yet his heart was filled with helplessness.

It wasn't that he was afraid of death; he just really didn't want to experience the pain of his Soul being torn apart again.

It was too unbearable.

The street was already in complete chaos.

The commoners were screaming and fleeing in all directions; stalls were knocked over, and goods were scattered everywhere.

Supported by her maidservants, Princess Li Ronger finally got out of the carriage. Seeing Chen Fan lying in a pool of blood, the color drained completely from her face.

The assassin emerged from the shattered carriage. He did not look at Chen Fan again, but instead walked straight towards Princess Li Ronger.

In his view, this guard was already a dead man.

"Princess, it is time to go."

His voice carried not a hint of emotion.

Princess Li Ronger closed her eyes in despair.

Just as the assassin was about to strike.

A figure, accompanied by a gust of wind, blocked her path once again.

It was Chen Fan.

He used the broken blade to support his body, standing up unsteadily; the blood on his back had already soaked through his clothes.

"I am not... dead yet."

He grinned, showing a bloodied smile at the assassin.

The assassin's footsteps halted.

He looked at this guard, who was already at the end of his rope yet still refused to fall, and was finally thoroughly enraged.

"You are courting death!"

He abandoned Princess Li Ronger, his figure flashing as he turned into a black bolt of lightning, lunging straight at Chen Fan!

Murderous intent enveloped Chen Fan's entire body.

This time, it was a true desperate situation.

Chen Fan watched the dagger rapidly enlarging in his field of vision, knowing he could no longer block it.

He had even begun to feel that familiar, stinging pain emanating from the depths of his Soul.

However, at this critical juncture of life and death.

He suddenly raised his head, his gaze passing over the assassin's shoulder to look at the chaotic street in the distance.

He used his very last ounce of strength to roar hoarsely.

"Captain Li! You have watched the show for so long, are you not coming out yet?!"

The roar pierced through the noisy street.

The black-clad assassin's movements suddenly stalled.

He subconsciously halted his killing blow, a trace of suspicion flashing across his face.

Was he bluffing? Or was there really an ambush?

He turned his head sharply, his sharp gaze sweeping towards the direction Chen Fan was looking.

On the street, apart from the panicked, fleeing crowd, there was nothing.

Tricked!

The assassin was furious; he turned back, intending to tear the brat who had toyed with him into pieces.

But just at the moment he turned his head.

"Thump!"

A heavy, dull thud rang out abruptly.

The sound did not resemble footsteps; it sounded more like a heavy suit of iron armor landing heavily from a great height.

The assassin's body stiffened abruptly.

He slowly, inch by inch, turned his head back.

He saw that behind him, at some unknown point, another person had appeared.

A tall figure clad in the Prince's estate standard heavy armor, with a hand resting on the long saber at his waist, his entire body radiating an iron-blooded Evil Qi.

The Captain, Captain Li Zhong.

His face was as calm as water, and his eyes, like two unsheathed blades, were locked tightly onto the assassin.