The Most Powerful Bodyguard-Chapter 923: Yang Yan vs. Manhattan

Red Dust flickered constantly in the air, and Michael's arrow followed Red Dust's position, relentlessly pursuing him.

In fact, Michael had already smiled when he saw Red Dust take evasive action.

Because he knew that this strike was one Red Dust was destined to not escape.

The only response was to take the arrow head-on!

But is Michael's all-out arrow so easy to take?

In the end, this arrow did not harm Red Dust.

Because Red Dust never actually took the arrow!

"Clang!"

The sound of steel colliding exploded in the sky, followed by a dazzling burst of sparks.

Only to see in the sky, a powerful long arrow was slashed away by the suddenly appearing Fu Changjian!

Instantly, the long arrow lost its power and flew backward several hundred meters, finally twisting and falling halfway down with the arrowhead first.

Seeing this scene, Michael clenched his teeth, involuntarily tightening his grip on his ornate longbow.

This bow was not an ordinary weapon with immense power.

And the arrow was merely a manifestation created by Michael.

Even so, its power was still formidable.

The greater the power, the more it consumed.

Seeing his strongest tactic unable to harm Red Dust even a bit, how could he not be frustrated?

Who was he?

He was Michael!

Meanwhile, on Yang Yan's side, confirming the battle was in his favor, he turned back around.

He smiled with an upward curve on his lips.

Clearly smiling, yet no smile was visible.

It was a kind of feeling that seemed eerie to look at.

"Doctor, it seems your people can't compete with my subordinates. Do you still want to spar with me?"

Manhattan's face turned gloomy upon hearing, revealing nothing of his thoughts.

Even if he didn't want to admit it, the truth was right in front of him.

No one on Manhattan's side could decide the outcome of the battle as Yang Yan could.

Not even Manhattan could.

The Beast King and his allies couldn't even defeat Yang Yan's subordinates, let alone challenge him.

If it weren't for wanting to personally test Yang Yan's capabilities and prove Duke Herbert III's words, Manhattan wouldn't consider fighting Yang Yan!

But now, it was meaningless to say anything.

Manhattan had already kidnapped Yang Yan's woman, successfully angering Yang Yan, thus starting this world war.

There was no turning back.

What Manhattan could do now was hold on stubbornly.

If Father God could return in time, that would be the best outcome.

"Yang Yan, I think there's no need for us to waste words. Today, this battle between you and me is inevitable."

Manhattan looked at Yang Yan, squinting.

Yang Yan raised an eyebrow, seeming to smile slightly, yet in the next second, his expression turned cold like ice.

His chiseled face appeared so stern at this moment.

His eyes seemed ready to launch deadly daggers at any moment.

Slender and long fingers were rhythmically tapping on Star Night's blade.

Although there was still loud fighting and sound around, everyone couldn't help but focus their gaze on Yang Yan.

This mysterious man, this madman-like man, this... infinitely close to god-like man!

In their senses, the surrounding suddenly quieted down.

Even the breeze blowing through the air was ignored.

Only the sound of Yang Yan's fingers tapping on the blade seemed to strike everyone's soul.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang..."

Thin lips open slightly, Yang Yan raised his eyebrows, confidently looking at Manhattan

"Doctor Manhattan, to be honest, what's waiting for you is only death! Go to hell and repent!"

As Yang Yan's words fell, Manhattan surprisingly blinked twice.

He didn't know why, but he only knew he felt a sense of dread facing Yang Yan.

This guy would definitely do what he said!

"Yang Yan, you'd better not threaten me; they're still in my hands!"

Doctor Manhattan sneered, speaking in a deep voice:

"Call me despicable, say I'm inferior to you, it doesn't matter."

"Isn't there an old saying in Huaxia? History is always written by the victors."

"You will lose! And I will make you lose everything!"

"Everything about you will be witnessed by me, dissipating into this world and ceasing to exist!!!"

Doctor Manhattan seemed to fall into madness, his eyes blood-red, trembling all over.

He even laughed maniacally in front of Yang Yan.

"Too much nonsense!"

Yang Yan disdained more words with Manhattan.

He already sensed this guy was just stalling for time.

He gripped Star Night tighter, transforming into a flickering streak of light in the next moment.

At this time, Manhattan was only a few dozen meters from the streak of light.

In the air, this distance for Yang Yan was merely a tenth of a second.

Manhattan was still maniacally laughing, seeming to be caught in a beautiful fantasy.

Yang Yan attacked again, catching Manhattan off guard!

"Watch out, Doctor!"

Gabriel, who had been paying attention, immediately shouted to warn Manhattan.

She didn't falter, charging ahead with her weapon.

Gabriel was strong, but compared to Yang Yan, she was insignificant!

Not to mention Yang Yan had already taken the initiative; she rushed to fight.

Under such circumstances, Gabriel couldn't stop Yang Yan, nor did she have time to react.

In mid-air, she could only watch as Yang Yan's sword drew toward Manhattan's neck.

As for Manhattan, his eyes displayed a look of terror.

How could he have anticipated Yang Yan's sudden attack?

He clearly held the hostage...

What he couldn't foresee was Yang Yan's incredible speed!

Yang Yan's sword sliced through the air, the edge targeting Manhattan's neck.

With Star Night's sharpness, if Yang Yan struck, Manhattan's fate would be losing his head!

However, Manhattan was ultimately a strong figure on the Sealing Title Stele, not worn a false name.

If he had no skill, he would've died countless times before growing up.

Just as Yang Yan's sword was about to touch Manhattan, his form suddenly became illusory.

"Sizzle..."

The longsword cut through the air, clearly striking Manhattan, yet only a few wisps of white smoke rose.

Manhattan was right there, yet Yang Yan hadn't harmed him!

Or rather, he wasn't completely unharmed.

After Yang Yan's attack, Manhattan retreated tens of meters.

He looked angrily at the sky, bulging veins like dragons on his neck.

On the front of his neck, there was a faint trace of blood.