DLERB -Chapter 14 Uncle’s Sword Isn’t Even Harder Than My Fist!

Chen San stared fixedly at the half of the sword hilt still in his hand.

The other half of the blade had already shattered into more than a dozen metal fragments scattered across the ground.

This tempered steel longsword had been with him for fifteen years.

And now it had broken.

Broken alive by the fist of an eight-year-old child.

Chen San’s mind went blank.

He had worked as an assassin for fifteen years, ranked among Luowang’s “Earth” class, and had never once failed a mission.

But everything happening before his eyes made him start wondering whether he was dreaming.

Ying Ziye withdrew his tiny fist and blew on it as though dust had settled there.

Tilting his little head, he looked at the dumbstruck Chen San and spoke in a childish voice.

“Uncle’s sword is so brittle.”

“Did they cut corners while making it?”

Those words were like a red-hot branding iron, viciously searing Chen San’s nerves.

“You little bastard!”

Chen San’s eyes turned bloodshot as he let out a beast-like roar.

Throwing away the broken sword, he shifted his steps.

His entire body instantly split into seven or eight blurry shadows that lunged toward Ying Ziye simultaneously from different angles.

Ghost Shadow Step!

A secret Luowang movement technique—once activated, illusion and reality became impossible to distinguish, making it impossible to guard against.

The other Luowang assassins in the courtyard all held their breath.

They could practically already see the arrogant little prince being hacked into pieces.

Yet in the face of the sky full of ghostly shadows—

Ying Ziye stood where he was without moving at all.

He even yawned out of boredom.

Then he slowly raised a soft white finger.

His index finger.

Facing forward, he lightly flicked it.

There was no sound.

No shockwave.

But the instant his finger flicked outward—

The seven or eight rapidly moving afterimages surrounding him seemed to be simultaneously seized by an invisible giant hand.

All the shadows froze at the same moment.

Then—

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Every afterimage burst apart like popped bubbles.

Only Chen San’s real body remained, exposed in midair.

The savage grin on his face had not yet faded, but his eyes were already filled with absolute terror.

A horrifying force beyond his understanding and impossible to resist slammed into his chest.

“Pff—!”

Chen San spat out a huge mouthful of blood mixed with fragments of internal organs while still in midair.

His whole body shot backward like a cannonball.

Boom!

He crashed heavily into the decorative wall in the courtyard.

The sturdy wall was smashed into a spiderweb of cracks in the shape of a human body.

He slid down like a heap of rotten mud. Countless ribs in his chest had shattered, and leaking “hrrk hrrk” sounds escaped his mouth.

It was obvious he would not survive.

Silence.

Dead silence.

The remaining dozen Luowang assassins in the courtyard stood frozen in place as though struck by a paralysis spell.

One finger.

A single flick had killed Earth-class Chen San?

Was that even something a human could do?

“Attack together! Kill him!”

Someone let out a hysterical scream.

Fear overcame reason.

They knew that if they did not kill this little monster today, every single one of them would die.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

More than a dozen assassins attacked simultaneously, no longer holding anything back.

They stopped trying to fight him at close range.

Instead, each of them pulled out their hidden trump-card weapons.

Poisoned silver needles!

Spinning throwing knives!

Silent sleeve arrows!

A sky full of cold flashes poured down like a storm, forming a death net without a single blind spot, completely engulfing Ying Ziye’s tiny figure.

Looking at the countless hidden weapons filling the sky, Ying Ziye showed a trace of impatience on his little face.

“So many flies.”

He muttered softly.

Then he raised his sleeve.

The wide black sleeve robe lightly swept forward.

As casually as someone brushing away annoying mosquitoes.

An invisible, gentle force surged out from his sleeve.

The dozens of hidden weapons, which had been flying as fast as lightning, suddenly seemed to fall into a swamp the moment they came within three feet of his body.

Their speed drastically slowed.

Then they were caught by that soft force and spun around in midair.

The next second—

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Every hidden weapon shot back the way it came at three times the original speed!

“AAAH!”

“No!!”

“My sleeve arrows!”

Screams erupted one after another.

The Luowang assassins who had just fired their weapons had no time to react.

They could only watch helplessly as their own hidden weapons flew back toward them.

Puchi! Puchi!

Three or four assassins had their vital points pierced by their own poisoned needles and throwing knives. They collapsed dead before even managing to groan.

The rest were not much better off.

Some had their arms pierced through.

Others had throwing knives embedded in their thighs, writhing on the ground in agony.

In less than the blink of an eye—

The dozen or so aggressive Luowang elites had been reduced to only three or four people still standing unharmed.

They stared at the corpses of their companions scattered across the ground.

Then at the completely uninjured eight-year-old child whose clothes were not even disheveled.

Clang.

One assassin’s blade slipped from his hand and hit the ground.

His mental defenses had completely collapsed.

Pointing at Ying Ziye, his voice twisted with terror.

“M-Monster! What… what kind of monster are you?!”

“You’re only eight years old!”

Hearing that, Ying Ziye seemed slightly unhappy.

He moved his short little legs and walked step by step toward the collapsing assassin.

“That’s right.”

Stopping in front of him, Ying Ziye raised his little face and revealed an innocent, harmless smile.

“I’m only eight.”

“There are so many grown-ups here holding knives and swords and even shooting poisoned needles at me.”

“Bullying a little kid like this is way too much!”

The assassin looked at the smiling face so close before him and was so frightened that his legs gave out, dropping him onto the ground.

He wanted to beg for mercy, but his throat felt blocked, unable to produce a sound.

Ying Ziye slowly lifted his little foot.

And gently stepped onto the assassin’s chest.

Boom!

A deeply muffled explosion rang out.

The assassin could not even scream before his entire chest collapsed inward.

The bluestone tiles beneath his feet shattered inch by inch.

His whole body was stomped half a foot into the ground by that single step!

The last two remaining Luowang assassins in the courtyard saw this scene that resembled the work of a god or demon, and their courage completely shattered.

They no longer had the slightest will to resist and immediately turned to flee over the wall.

Outside the alley, Qinglong’s body was stretched taut like a fully drawn bow.

Watching the overwhelming slaughter inside the courtyard, the fingers gripping his sword hilt had turned slightly pale from excessive force.

At that moment—

A childish voice carrying endless coldness drifted out from inside the courtyard.

“Don’t let a single one escape.”