I Can Meet with Dead Scientists

Chapter 458 - 225: Clearing Accounts Across Time and Space! (8.2K)_4

This time...

Clearly not a normal situation.

Then he grasped the hilt, moved the sword to the center gate, stepped into the fixed knee stance, and aimed the sword tip directly at Grant’s throat.

Grant frowned slightly, a sudden unease rising in his heart – Xu Yun’s stance was too stable.

Xu Yun deliberately lowered his center of gravity and stance, minimizing the striking surface of his lower body.

From any angle, this was an extremely useful and concise stance.

After a moment.

Grant strode forward, his sharp long sword gleaming coldly as it aimed a diagonal slash at Xu Yun’s right hand.

Xu Yun showed not the slightest panic, as if expecting it, he blocked with a move from Jade Tower Throws Embroidery Balls.

The next moment.

He twisted his body to the left and thrust his sword forward with both hands!

The sharp sword tip pierced directly toward Grant’s throat.

Grant was startled, quickly tilting his head to the side.

But the inertia of his body caused a slight pause in his movement, and Xu Yun’s blade carved a wound into his left shoulder!

"Hiss—"

Grant stepped back a large step, glancing at his left shoulder.

Sustaining an injury during the clash was certainly not a good omen.

Then he steeled his heart, took a deep breath, and raised his sword to stab directly at Xu Yun!

Xu Yun raised his sword high with both hands, using the heavy sword back to deflect Grant’s long sword.

Then a flash of cold gleam, his sword heavily slashed down!

Grant could only raise his sword to block.

Clash—

Another crisp collision echoed,

Grant’s long sword shattered into two pieces.

However, Xu Yun wasn’t planning to stop.

His sword blade turned, fiercely slashing from bottom left to top right.

Rip—

Without any weapon to block, Grant’s chest was immediately sliced with a deep wound.

Severely injured.

Grant retreated several steps, fell to one knee, gasping heavily, his breath chaotic to the extreme, a trace of...

Fear arose in his heart.

Countless fragments flashed before his eyes like a lantern.

Not long ago.

An important figure from London had sought him out.

The figure instructed him to intercept a carriage traveling from Edinburgh to London along the route, providing him with a portrait and requesting the assassination within Scotland.

Additionally, the figure promised that as long as Thomson and Will were dead, he would be immediately promoted.

This promise was undoubtedly extremely tempting for a captain who had been stagnating for fifteen years.

Initially, Grant hesitated.

But then the person said a sentence:

"How can there be a captain remaining for fifteen years in this world?"

Stimulated by this sentence, Grant agreed to the request on the spot.

As for the subsequent events, everything proceeded very smoothly.

Two days ago.

A hunter from within Scotland reported discovering the target, and his brother tracked and reported the target’s journey.

The Dunfermline post was located within Scotland, and being a sensitive neutral zone, it was perfect for an ambush.

According to his plan.

As long as no shots were fired during the entire process, everything could be blamed on the military conflict.

His own men at the post would hold back to avoid fatalities, so the deaths of some camp merchants would be inconsequential.

At that time, he could easily claim he had received a smuggling report and came to investigate, that the camp merchants overreacted, leaving him no choice but to strike hard.

Anyway, with that important figure backing him, everything wouldn’t be a big problem.

Leading a nocturnal raid also caught the opposing side off guard.

Upon entering the camp, he fortunately found this assassination target.

Everything seemed to be progressing towards the ideal outcome.

But...

Upon discovering Morse code, he was tempted by his hunter’s instinct, wanting to toy with these prey, so he deliberately didn’t kill Thomson.

Preparing to eliminate their ’reinforcements’ and then delight in their desperate expressions before sending them on their way.

This exquisite feeling of manipulating people’s hearts seemed to have originated when he burned down his neighbor’s grandmother’s house at the age of six, watching her family cry helplessly...

But who could have predicted...

The opponent’s reinforcements surprisingly possessed extraordinary martial skills, and the sword in their hand was...

Yes, the sword in their hand!

Thinking of this.

Suddenly, a realization dawned, Grant spat a mouthful of blood, roaring at Xu Yun:

"Why, why is my Uzi steel saber shattered by your sword?!"

Xu Yun wanted to reply, "Because Uzi is inferior," but reconsidered and decided to let him die understanding:

"Oh, you’re asking about this sword?"

"304 and YG25C multilayer composite steel, forged in vacuum, then vacuum heat-treated and further processed at low temperatures, understand?"

Grant: "????"

Then Xu Yun approached Grant, looked down at this executioner for a few seconds, and spoke in Chinese:

"By the way, let me tell you one thing, my name is not Qiu Sheng, I am Xu Yun, don’t get it wrong."

"Although the Dai Qing regime doesn’t interest me, the civilians who died by your hands were innocent."

"Dagukou, Zhenjiang, Bali Bridge, Dinghai City, countless aggrieved souls are waiting for you down there."

"The harmony god of historical nihilism prevents me from going home, but at least I can settle accounts with you, the butcher. Remember, this is a vengeance that spans time and space."

Grant looked at Xu Yun, who was speaking in Chinese, bewildered, originally thinking the opponent was about to ask questions, and a sliver of survival instinct arose in his heart.