215: Chapter 215 The Legendary God

Tian Chunming rushed to Han Jingyang's side like lightning, grabbed Han Jingyang by the collar, and lifted him up: "Hehehe, let me see how many more dharma instruments you have?"

As he spoke, he ripped open Han Jingyang's clothes.

Seeing the trinkets hanging around Han Jingyang's neck, he laughed out loud: "Not bad, you've got some things. It was thanks to this dragon plaque that you took my punch head-on without a scratch, right? What a pity, it's broken. Sigh, what a waste of a fine amulet, but unfortunately, that still couldn't change your fate."

After speaking, he shifted his gaze to the Japanese silver coin, grabbed it, and said: "This little thing is also interesting. What does it do?"

Han Jingyang closed his eyes.

Tian Chunming grabbed Han Jingyang by the throat: "Speak! If you don't speak, I'll kill you right now. It's all mine anyway, I'll figure it out sooner or later. If you cooperate, I'll give you a quick death! Speak!"

Han Jingyang was choked until he could barely breathe. He could only force his eyes open, struggling while muttering a few indistinct words.

Tian Chunming laughed at the sight and loosened his grip slightly: "Sensible. I like sensible people. Speak, what effect does this silver coin have?"

Han Jingyang gasped for air, and in a low, slurred voice, said two more sentences.

Tian Chunming glared: "Louder! I can't hear you—"

Han Jingyang took a few more breaths before continuing: "This, this silver coin was seized from an Onmyoji of the Abe family in Japan. Its function is ve, very powerful, it can..."

"Can what?"

"Can, can summon..."

"Summon what?"

Seeing Han Jingyang stalling, Tian Chunming became even angrier. He grabbed Han Jingyang by the neck and shook him violently: "Hurry up and speak!"

Dizzy, Han Jingyang could only continue intermittently: "Can, can summon the legendary God..."

"God?"

"God..."

Before Han Jingyang could finish his sentence, a brilliant flash of a blade swept from bottom to top.

Tian Chunming was shocked and hurriedly used his forearm to block.

"Clang—"

The blade's light did not encounter the slightest resistance.

Tian Chunming's right forearm, which was gripping Han Jingyang's neck, was severed instantly.

The tungsten steel arm guard was useless against this blade, as if it were made of paper.

Tian Chunming stared at his bare arm in disbelief, let out a thunderous scream, and raised his foot to kick Han Jingyang.

Even now, he was still thinking about killing Han Jingyang.

But the brilliant blade light slashed down overhead again.

Tian Chunming gritted his teeth, raised his left arm to block the descending long blade, added more power to his leg, and a ferocious smile appeared on his face: "One arm for your life is a good deal—ah—"

While kicking Han Jingyang away, his left arm was severed again by the sharp long blade!

Watching Han Jingyang spit out blood in mid-air, Tian Chunming let out a miserable laugh and turned to run: "Two arms for Han Jingyang's life is still a good deal! Hahahaha! That little wench, I'll spare your life today, but when I recover from my injuries, I'll settle the score with you. You, your family, and Han Jingyang's family and friends—not one of you will live! Hahahaha..."

With both arms severed, Tian Chunming ran wildly into the distance, leaving two trails of blood behind him. Yet his laughter did not diminish in the slightest, showing how excited he was to have killed Han Jingyang.

Shi Xiaoya gritted her teeth, glanced at the rapidly disappearing Tian Chunming, then turned and ran to Han Jingyang's side. She knelt down with a "thud" and carefully helped Han Jingyang up: "Boss, are you okay?"

Han Jingyang forced his eyes open: "Where is Tian Chunming?"

"He ran away, leaving only his two arms behind."

"Cough, cough, cough, that's enough. Tian Chunming without arms is just a crippled old dog, don't worry about him," Han Jingyang said, then "coughed" up a mouthful of blood.

Shi Xiaoya was so anxious that tears fell: "Boss, don't talk, heal your wounds first."

Han Jingyang smiled: "It's not a big problem, it's a small matter, just a wave of my hand."

After speaking, he waved his hand and shouted: "Heal as Before."

As the words fell, a blue light emerged from a Republic-era pastel Sun Simiao Tiger-Subduing jar among the pile of items, condensing into an elderly man with an immortal aura in mid-air.

The old man had white hair and a white beard, a ruddy complexion, and was leaning on a cane with a yellow gourd tied to it. Beside him followed a colorful tiger. He looked ethereal and kind-hearted, making people feel an involuntary sense of closeness.

This image was almost exactly the same as the Sun Simiao painted on the jar.

Sun Simiao led the tiger floating to Han Jingyang, took down the gourd, opened it, and sprayed a thick blue aura toward Han Jingyang, then slowly vanished.

As the blue aura entered his body, Han Jingyang's injuries improved at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his breathing became much easier.

After a few breaths, he completely returned to his original state. If not for the residual blood on his chest, no one would have been able to tell he had ever been injured.

So this is what it feels like to be healed by a skill?

Fun.

Han Jingyang stood up, jumped a couple of times, waved his arms, took the water Shi Xiaoya handed him to rinse his mouth, and simply rinsed the blood off his body. Looking in the direction where Tian Chunming disappeared, he said: "Let's go, chase after him and take a look. The old guy has lost both arms and can't even bandage himself; he might bleed to death."

Shi Xiaoya quickly said: "Boss, I can go by myself."

"No, we go together."

Han Jingyang's attitude was very firm.

You must never underestimate the enemy or be careless at any time; Tian Chunming is a living example.

If only Tian Chunming had maintained enough vigilance, with his strength, he would never have had both arms severed by Shi Xiaoya.

How careless was Tian Chunming?

Even after being successfully ambushed by Shi Xiaoya, he was still thinking about killing Han Jingyang instead of retreating immediately.

If Tian Chunming had retreated immediately, he could have saved at least one arm.

However, Tian Chunming underestimated the samurai sword in Shi Xiaoya's hand. It was not an ordinary dharma instrument, but a Grade 5 item. Not only did it have +7 sharpness, but it also carried the skill "Silent Iron-Cutting," and the aura contained within the blade was enough to release the skill three times.

In other words, Shi Xiaoya only had three chances.

Under normal circumstances, she wouldn't have been able to hurt Tian Chunming even with thirty chances.

But in the situation Han Jingyang had carefully crafted, Tian Chunming inevitably relaxed his vigilance.

Thus, Shi Xiaoya only needed two strikes to sever Tian Chunming's two arms.

One strike, one skill.

Directly hacking Tian Chunming into a cripple.

No, not quite a cripple yet.

Tian Chunming lost his arms, but he still had his legs.

Given Tian Chunming's strength, if he fought to the death, he could still exert considerable combat power with just his legs.

Therefore, one must never be careless at any time.

However, even so, looking back at everything that just happened, Han Jingyang still felt a lingering fear.

Although he had designed a general combat strategy beforehand, in actual combat, the situation changed in an instant; a moment of carelessness could cost one's life.

Fortunately, it succeeded in the end.

Of course, the price paid was high enough. The protective dragon plaque was completely destroyed, seven or eight skills were gone, and two uses of "Heal as Before" were used up. The value of these two skills...

It hurts just to think about it.

Calculating it, the total value of the items and skills used exceeded 50 million.

50 million!

With this money, one could buy conventional missiles and blow Tian Chunming to death several times over with money to spare.

But now, it only cut off Tian Chunming's two arms.

Therefore, it is best to strike while the iron is hot and completely eliminate Tian Chunming, this potential hazard, while he is in a weakened state.