The Personal Bodyguard of the Female CEO

Shush!

As Wang Dadong's voice echoed, a figure entirely composed of Sword Qi, invisible to the naked eye, burst forth from his body, as if his Soul had left his body, and instantly passed through Cui Ye Zheng.

Cui Ye Zheng finally reached Wang Dadong, raised Mikazuki Munechika high, and without hesitation, swung it at Wang Dadong's head.

However, Wang Dadong's head was not severed.

Cui Ye Zheng looked at his right hand in confusion, only to find the space before him empty, with no hand in sight.

Where's my hand?

In shock, Cui Ye Zheng turned his head around.

Plop!

A light sound followed as a severed arm fell to the ground, quickly succeeded by the sound of Mikazuki Munechika's blade hitting the floor.

It was only then that blood surged wildly from the two severed stumps of Cui Ye Zheng's arms.

Witnessing this, everyone was stunned, unable to grasp what had just happened.

Cui Ye Zheng clearly had the upper hand. Wang Dadong should have been killed, but Wang Dadong remained there, unmoving, without even drawing his sword, while Cui Ye Zheng's arms were severed.

Not only the spectators but even the strongest, Hao Wentao, couldn't understand what had happened.

Even Cui Ye Zheng himself was in the dark about what occurred.

He had no idea when his hands were cut off.

Though unable to accept this reality, the intense pain from the severed wrists was a harsh confirmation that he was not dreaming.

Ah!

Cui Ye Zheng let out a heart-wrenching cry, his body visibly shrinking before turning back into his original frail appearance, then collapsed backward onto the ground.

It was unclear whether it was from severe injuries or the shock of losing both arms.

Having his arms severed, in today's medical terms, they could be reattached, but even if successfully reattached, the Martial God would no longer be a Martial God.

At this point, Wang Dadong was taking deep breaths.

It was truly a close call just now.

If not for Yanyu's reminder, he would have had to use the Zhe Character Battle Decision to fend off Cui Ye Zheng's next move. Yanyu hadn't deceived him; she understood him more than he did himself.

At the critical moment, Wang Dadong comprehended the fifth form of the Legendary Battle Technique, Jie Character Battle Decision — Sword Soul.

Jie Character Battle Decision consolidates Sword Qi into a Sword Soul, invisible and intangible, capable of eliminating enemies without form.

Although the Sword Soul can only strike once, that strike is supremely fast, unseen by the naked eye, much like a person's Soul leaving their body.

Its destructive power may not match the Dou Character Battle Decision but triumphs in speed and surprise. Who would think Wang Dadong's mere gesture of attack had already triggered the strike?

Wang Dadong could have decapitated Cui Ye Zheng with the Sword Soul, but given this was Huaxia, killing Cui Ye Zheng would bring enormous trouble. Thus, he decided to sever Cui Ye Zheng's hands.

With both hands severed, Cui Ye Zheng will never attain Hermit-level combat power again.

Cui Ye Zheng was just too overconfident, believing Wang Dadong to be a lamb ready for slaughter, incapable of resistance.

If only he focused entirely on defense, even if unable to evade the Sword Soul, he could surely parry with his sword.

His downfall was due to excessive self-confidence.

"We won! We won!"

"War God, we love you!"

"War God forever!"

The Huaxia audience was entirely ecstatic, Wang Dadong indeed did not disappoint, defeating the indomitable Martial God.

Witnessing this, Chisaki Baiyu's face displayed a complex expression.

Even her mentor was defeated.

And had his hands cut off.

How strong is this man? To have defeated the famed Dongyin God of War!

In the whole Dongyin Country, there might not be anyone who could rival him.

It seems she might not exact her revenge in this lifetime...

Wang Dadong sheathed the Red Bane Sword, ignoring the fallen Cui Ye Zheng, and walked toward the Mikazuki Munechika lying on the ground.

"No, you can't take it!" Seeing Wang Dadong gripping Mikazuki Munechika, Yuan Gong Xi shouted.

Mikazuki Munechika was Dongyin Country's national sword; if Wang Dadong took it, how could she explain to the Emperor?

Wang Dadong shrugged and said, "Miss Yuan Gong Xi, haven't you forgotten our wager? If I won, this Dongyin Country's national sword would be mine."

"No way, you can have other things, but not this sword," Yuan Gong Xi demanded stubbornly.

Such an action might harm Dongyin's reputation, yet if Wang Dadong truly took the sword, it would be Dongyin Country's greatest disgrace.

"Other things? Well, Miss Yuan Gong Xi, how about trading your body for this sword?" Wang Dadong said with a cheeky smile.

"You... shameless!" Yuan Gong Xi lashed out angrily.

"Am I shameless? Perhaps, but if you don't want to trade, then I'll just take this sword. Tsk tsk, what a magnificent blade." Wang Dadong raised Mikazuki Munechika, its sharp edge emitted a chilling glow, truly a rare treasure.

"Fine, I ... I agree, I'll trade my body for it!" To reclaim Dongyin Country's national sword, Yuan Gong Xi was willing to overlook her pride.

Upon hearing this, Wang Dadong laughed heartily, "Apologies, Miss Yuan Gong Xi, compared to your body, I believe, I prefer this sword more, and besides, it's a gift for my wife."

"You!" Yuan Gong Xi's eyes were ablaze with anger, realizing Wang Dadong had no intention of trading the sword with her.

"Just you wait, our Empire of Great Dongyin won't let this slide, we're leaving!" Yuan Gong Xi knew Wang Dadong wouldn't hand over the sword, she instructed her subordinates to carry Cui Ye Zheng away, then turned and left.

Wang Dadong sheathed Mikazuki Munechika, slung it over his shoulder, and swaggered down from the arena, still wearing the pair of nearly tattered flip-flops.

"Long'er, didn't I promise you I'd win this sword for you?" Wang Dadong walked to Long Qiuyu, handing Mikazuki Munechika to her.

Long Qiuyu's face displayed fury, addressing Wang Dadong coldly, "Follow me!"

A few minutes later.

"Long'er, where are you taking me?" Wang Dadong was led to a secluded spot by Long Qiuyu, looking puzzled.

Long Qiuyu suddenly turned around, grabbed Wang Dadong's collar, and pushed him forcefully, his body slammed hard against the wall with a thud.

Wang Dadong was about to ask what was wrong with Long Qiuyu when he felt a cool sensation on his lips, accompanied by a delicate fragrance...