Chapter 100: “You’re Not Worthy!”
The two women stared at the hooked-nosed young man.
The woman in the crimson robe, holding the jade lotus, her eyes blazing with killing intent, her demeanor far more aggressive than Huan Tingting’s, said, “Such arrogance. I, Zhu Ping, the ‘Crimson Lotus Fiery Blaze,’ would like to experience the skills of the ‘Mad Blade Hero’ firsthand and see what makes you so confident.”
Huan Tingting sighed softly and looked at the young man, “For Xiao Yan’s sake, if you surrender now, we’ll spare your life and bring you before the Pavilion Lord.”
The young man with the hooked nose sneered, his hands behind his back, “Kill me? The two of you?” He was indeed in a bad mood today.
Huan Tingting and Zhu Ping had never seen a seventh-rank martial artist challenge two sixth-rank experts simultaneously.
Seventh-rank was still considered low-level. Martial artists at this level usually couldn’t even project their true energy externally, and even if they could, it was only for a brief moment.
Yet, this low-rank martial artist, facing two mid-rank experts, dared to tell them to “get lost.”
Even Huan Tingting, the Black Heart Enchantress, frowned, her eyes glinting with killing intent.
In the demonic sects, sentimentality was a weakness.
Her earlier offer had been exceptionally lenient.
Huan Tingting and Zhu Ping attacked simultaneously, one from the left, the other from the right.
Huan Tingting drew a thin sword, not very long, but as she moved, it wove a tapestry of starlight, a beautiful and mesmerizing display, yet also an illusion, like graceful maidens dancing in the air, their movements concealing deadly intent.
Zhu Ping, holding the jade lotus, unleashed a wave of crimson flames, a technique that seemed more like sorcery than martial arts. Of course, demonic techniques, fueled by otherworldly energies, were often bizarre and unpredictable.
The hooked-nosed young man, however, didn’t even look at them.
He suddenly drew his sword, a circle of light expanding outwards.
Space warped around them, distorting their attacks.
They recognized the Violet Vortex Blade Technique. Even with a seventh-rank foundation, combined with the Unfettered Demon’s Boundless Art, it was a formidable technique.
But that wasn’t the most unsettling part. It was as if the young man could anticipate their every move… even without looking at them.
He seemed to perceive every detail, every subtle shift in their movements.
Huan Tingting felt her sword rain being subtly disrupted by the young man’s sword intent, a swirling vortex pulling at her demonic energy.
Zhu Ping also felt her flames being drawn towards the young man’s side, inexplicably redirected towards Huan Tingting.
Huan Tingting, despite her higher cultivation, was forced to change her technique, her sword flashing, the swirling starlight dissipating as she deflected the incoming flames.
The young man flickered and appeared behind Zhu Ping.
Soul Chasing Locking Steps? Zhu Ping thought, alarmed.
They knew of this technique, but they couldn’t use it… It belonged to the Mirror Flower Water Moon Pavilion’s portion of the scriptures.
However, recognizing it as an Evil Lotus Sect technique, Zhu Ping, without turning around, spun, her body transforming into a fiery dragon.
In an instant, she had located the young man’s position, flames roaring towards him.
The young man flickered, appearing beside her again, his sword flashing, a combination of sharp sword energy and swirling flames – the Severing Meridian Burning Heart Sword, enhanced by the Mysterious Charm Technique.
Empowered by the Azure Origin Demonic Source, his demonic energy had increased, and this strike, swift and powerful, caught Zhu Ping off guard.
Huan Tingting also attacked, appearing behind the young man, her sword thrusting towards his back.
At the same time, Zhu Ping, forced to defend herself, her movements stiff and awkward, swung the jade lotus, its flames crashing against his sword.
The young man, his footwork bizarre and unpredictable, dodged and weaved, his own flames dissipating as he somehow absorbed the demonic fire from the jade lotus and redirected it towards Huan Tingting’s throat.
With a flick of his left wrist, he deflected Huan Tingting’s sword towards Zhu Ping.
The two women, startled, reacted instantly. Huan Tingting abruptly stopped her attack, and Zhu Ping, changing her technique, deflected Huan Tingting’s sword with the jade lotus.
The sword snapped with a clang, followed by two more sounds.
The young man, grabbing both the hilt and the broken blade, lunged forward, blood spraying.
Another crash echoed as he was thrown backwards. The two women also flipped backwards, landing on the wall.
Zhu Ping, her right arm injured, her face pale, and Huan Tingting, her robe torn, a thin line of blood appearing on the exposed skin of her chest, stared at him in shock.
The young man landed, coughed up blood, then circulated his Daoist true energy, his injuries quickly healing.
He tossed the broken blade aside and looked up at the two women, a cold smile on his face.
His earlier encounter with Jiao Han in the Leopard Palace, having been forced to face a fifth-rank expert, although a desperate escape, had helped him understand the true power of his Primordial Energy.
Now, he was confident he could defeat these two.
Huan Tingting and Zhu Ping looked at him, their expressions changing.
In their brief exchange, they had confirmed he was indeed only seventh-rank.
He had avoided direct confrontations, knowing that with the difference in their cultivation levels, he would be quickly overwhelmed.
But strangely, no matter how unpredictable their attacks, he had anticipated their every move, dodging and weaving, using the Unfettered Demon’s Boundless Art and the Violet Vortex Blade Technique to redirect their attacks, making them waste their energy.
And now, they had both been injured by a low-rank martial artist.
Two sixth-rank experts injured by a seventh-rank… it was almost unbelievable.
Huan Tingting said calmly, “You’ve been injured by my palm strike. You can’t win.”
The hooked-nosed young man, his hands clasped behind him, sneered, “You’re the ones who are going to die.” A simple statement, yet his aura radiated an undeniable confidence.
Huan Tingting and Zhu Ping stared at him, skeptical.
Zhu Ping’s right arm was injured, which would undoubtedly affect her fighting ability.
Huan Tingting had a scratch on her left breast, a minor and somewhat embarrassing injury, but it wouldn’t significantly impact her combat prowess.
But this young man, a seventh-rank, having taken a palm strike from a sixth-rank expert, even if Huan Tingting had held back, should be severely injured.
Yet, he stood there, seemingly unharmed, his figure, partially obscured by the shadows of the setting sun, as steady and unyielding as a mountain.
Zhu Ping discreetly reached into her sleeve.
The young man, looking down at the ground, sneered, “Using magical weapons? Fine by me.” He reached into his robe.
Huan Tingting was startled. He had noticed her subtle movement, even though he hadn’t been looking at her, and her hand had been concealed by her sleeve?
Was this a seventh-rank martial artist? A chill ran down her spine.
She realized that even with magical weapons, against this young man’s uncanny perception and bizarre techniques, victory was uncertain.
Shi Hao, however, was bluffing.
He only had the Earthly Valor Tiger and the Moon Phase Ring, neither particularly effective against mid-rank experts.
And he didn’t know what kind of magical weapon Zhu Ping possessed, but it was unlikely to be weaker than his. And Huan Tingting might also have one.
But knowing the importance of “building momentum,” he had called out Zhu Ping’s subtle movement and, radiating his sword intent, projected an aura of confidence and dominance, as if daring them to attack.
Huan Tingting and Zhu Ping, feeling the pressure of his imposing aura, hesitated… This man was so mysterious and unpredictable, it wouldn’t be surprising if he possessed a powerful magical weapon.
The two sixth-rank experts of the Moon Lotus Pavilion didn’t dare act rashly.
Suddenly, Huan Tingting’s gaze shifted, “The Emerald Beauty is gone.”
Shi Hao and Zhu Ping looked. The doll, which had been sitting under the tree, had vanished.
In a quiet alley, a sword was embedded in a wall, its hilt trembling.
Du Yuejiao knelt on the ground, her hands supporting her, her body shaking.
Before her, a whip, like a snake, coiled around her arm.
Xu Xiaoyan gracefully picked up the robe that had fallen to the ground.
Although she had won, she felt even more ashamed than Du Yuejiao.
The oversized man’s robe had severely hampered her movements, almost costing her the fight.
She had been forced to take it off and fight naked… Just the thought made her blush.
She would never be able to marry now!
Her only consolation was that they had been alone.
Otherwise, she would rather die!
She quickly put the robe back on, her small figure swallowed by the garment.
Adjusting the lapels, she said, “I told you, it’s not my fault! If you’re looking for trouble, go find him!”
She leaped onto the wall and floated away.
Du Yuejiao pounded her fist on the ground, her frustration and despair overwhelming her.
She had lost. Not only had this ugly girl stolen her lover, but she had also been defeated in combat.
She was furious, her pride wounded.
Behind her, the doll, with its wooden hairpin and rainbow robe, slowly floated down, its black gemstone eyes gleaming with a sinister light, watching her…
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