“The Commander isn’t needed to deal with you. I’m enough!” Jagoan said bluntly.
“Okay! Okay! Okay! I can’t believe I lost to Jagoan’s subordinate without even meeting Jagoan. How amazing! Unfortunately, you can’t capture me alive! I, Blackbeard, would rather die standing than live on my knees!”
As soon as he said this, Blackbeard wielded his huge broadsword and leaped to chop Jagoan, who was on horseback. His gestures and movements were murderous. People could see he would immediately kill anybody who got in his way.
“Watch out, Commander!”
“Get out of the way!”
The surrounding city defense soldiers shouted to warn them, all scared. It was because Blackbeard was well known in the City-State Union. No one in the City-State Union did not know his prowess.
Although Blackbeard was no longer what he was when he was young, what he was capable of doing was still frightening.
However, Jagoan, on horseback, was unfazed by the decapitating broadsword smashing into his forehead.
“You don’t deserve to wield a sword…” Jagoan said grimly.
With that said, the saber in his hand suddenly flew like a whip, creating silver streaks in the air. Murderous intent rose from his aura giving fear to those around him.
His movements was so quick. It was as if the other party moved slower than him.
Blackbeard’s right arm was cut off his shoulder with a thump, and his whole arm fell to the ground along with the broadsword.
Red blood gushed out of Blackbeard’s broken shoulder like a fountain, staining the nearby ground red.
“Stop the bleeding. He can’t die before getting executed!” Jagoan ordered flatly.
With a swoosh, the bright saber went into the sheath as if it had never been pulled out.
“Didn’t I tell you? I’m Jagoan Young, a chiliarch under Commander Jagoan. I’m strong because he taught us well!”
When Jagoan said the last three words, his eyes lit up with reverence as if Jagoan was right in front of him.
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