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Chapter 90: The Seventh-Tier Martial Artist
🕑 Added 2024-09-17 05:25:12 +0000 UTC"This is the territory of the Lion Mercenary Group," Huang Conghui said with a cold smile, dressed in the armor of the Lion Mercenary Group as he looked at Brother Hu and his men.
"Hahaha!" Brother Hu laughed loudly upon hearing Huang Conghui's words. "Do you think I don't recognize the Lion Mercenary Group? This area is under Lin Aotian's jurisdiction, isn't it? Where is he?" Brother Hu's eyes swept over Ren Xing and the others, his voice turning cold.
Hearing this, Ren Xing narrowed his eyes, and a murderous intent flashed within his gaze.
"What do you think?" Ren Xing no longer held back, revealing a sinister smile as his right hand tightened around the Yao Zhan Sword.
In that moment, the [Demonic Aura] effect from the Yao Zhan Sword surged forth. Brother Hu and his group could instantly feel the eerie and ominous aura emanating from Ren Xing. The strange, demonic energy combined with the suffocating killing intent made their spines tingle with unease.
"Are you also here for the ancient ruin?" Although his men were visibly shaken, Brother Hu remained calm and fixed his eyes on Ren Xing. "Why not cooperate?"
He offered.
"That depends on whether you’re qualified," Ren Xing’s lips curled into a sneer. In the next moment, he moved swiftly, brandishing the Yao Zhan Sword as he charged toward Brother Hu.
Brother Hu, wielding a massive hammer, reacted quickly, meeting Ren Xing’s attack head-on.
Clang!
The Yao Zhan Sword clashed violently against the war hammer, producing an immense, deafening sound. Ren Xing felt a powerful force push him back, making him stagger several steps.
"A seventh-tier martial artist?" Ren Xing frowned deeply. The force from that brief clash had been strong enough to push him back.
"Your strength isn’t bad," Brother Hu smirked as he looked at Ren Xing. "But you're no match for me."
Seeing this, Huang Conghui and the others gripped their weapons tighter. They now realized that Brother Hu wasn’t just an ordinary fighter. He might very well be at the seventh tier!
"Is that so?" Ren Xing’s eyes narrowed as he began channeling his energy into the Yao Zhan Sword. A layer of dark energy, the power of the dark attribute, slowly enveloped the sword, enhancing its malevolent aura.
Brother Hu frowned, sensing that Ren Xing’s aura had shifted, becoming even more sinister and dangerous.
Without giving him time to react, Ren Xing launched another assault.
The onlookers quickly backed away as Ren Xing attacked.
[Phantom Dance]!
As soon as Ren Xing initiated the sword technique, he transformed into a blur, striking at Brother Hu from all angles.
"This old man is getting quite skilled with his techniques," Ye Fan remarked. "But Brother Hu seems to be a seventh-tier martial artist. If he gets killed, the evolution points should be ten times that of a sixth-tier. That’s 7,000 points!"
Excitement crept into Ye Fan’s voice as he anticipated the battle. Reaching S-rank was drawing nearer.
"Hmph!" Brother Hu snorted as Ren Xing’s onslaught of attacks closed in. He quickly infused his war hammer with his own energy, causing it to emit a ghostly blue glow.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Their weapons collided once more, with Ren Xing’s dark energy bursting forth from the Yao Zhan Sword, splashing like drops of water onto Brother Hu’s armor. To his surprise, dents began to appear on his armor.
What’s going on!?
Brother Hu’s eyes widened. Ren Xing continued his relentless attacks, with the dark energy splashing onto his armor, creating more dents and searing his skin beneath.
"Dammit!" Brother Hu roared in fury.
[Seventh-Tier Martial Skill: Earth Overlord Hammer]!
Brother Hu’s war hammer released a massive surge of energy, knocking Ren Xing back. In an instant, Brother Hu leaped into the air, bringing his war hammer crashing down onto the ground below.
A gigantic hammer-shaped energy projection manifested in the air, hurtling toward Ren Xing on the ground.
Boom!
The impact shook the earth violently, creating a massive crater where Ren Xing had stood.
Thud!
Ren Xing coughed up a mouthful of blood but instead of fear, a maniacal grin spread across his face.
"So this is a seventh-tier martial skill? It’s nothing special!" Ren Xing laughed as he raised the Yao Zhan Sword, preparing another strike.
[Inferno Soul Cleave]!
A terrifying white flame burst from the Yao Zhan Sword, streaking toward Brother Hu in the sky.
What kind of technique is this!?
Brother Hu's pupils contracted in shock. He quickly surrounded himself with a protective layer of energy.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The white flames struck Brother Hu’s body, producing a series of loud explosions.
"Tiger Lord!" Brother Hu’s men shouted in alarm as they watched the devastating flames engulf him. The intense heat could be felt even from their position.
Thud!
Brother Hu fell from the sky, crashing heavily onto the ground.
"Damn it." White smoke rose from Brother Hu’s body, his skin scorched. He struggled to his feet, staring at Ren Xing with disbelief. How had Ren Xing unleashed such a powerful flame technique? This wasn’t something a mere sixth-tier martial artist should be capable of.
"We can cooperate," Brother Hu said, his voice hoarse as he eyed Ren Xing, who was now walking toward him, sword in hand.
"Cooperate?" Ren Xing narrowed his eyes.
"The Lion Mercenary Group will soon notice what’s happening here. Do you think you can handle them all by yourself?" Brother Hu pressed, hoping to negotiate.
Ren Xing thought for a moment.
"Cooperation is possible," Ren Xing said, flashing a sinister smile. "But I must be your leader."
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