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Chapter 77: The New Sword Master: Ren Xing
🕑 Added 2024-09-15 04:54:52 +0000 UTCBlood splattered as Lin San’s hand, which held the Demon-Slaying Sword, dropped to the ground.
Lin San's eyes widened in shock. He hadn’t anticipated that Ren Xing’s reaction would be so swift.
But at that moment, without any hesitation, he turned and leaped off the cliff!
He would rather take his own life than be killed by Ren Xing!
"Hmph!"
"This time, you're definitely dead."
Watching Lin San plummet into the deep, bottomless abyss, Ren Xing let out a cold snort.
"What a pity," Ye Fan sighed internally.
Lin San had been given far too little time to grow. Fighting against these older, more experienced warriors was simply too difficult for him.
"Hmm?"
But at that moment, Ye Fan didn’t receive a notification from the system. By all accounts, Lin San should have fallen off the cliff by now.
This led Ye Fan to conclude that Lin San might not be dead after all.
"Could this kid have encountered another stroke of fortune?" Ye Fan thought aloud.
It seemed like Lin San truly embodied the archetypal protagonist of this world. If it weren’t for the major events that had recently transpired, he would have undoubtedly grown at an incredible pace.
"Finally, I’ve got it."
Meanwhile, Ren Xing had already pulled the Demon-Slaying Sword from Lin San's severed arm.
The moment his right hand gripped the sword, his eyes widened.
In that instant, he could feel an overwhelming surge of power flooding through him.
"This sword… it's definitely not ordinary!"
Ren Xing was overcome with excitement as he felt his strength rising across the board.
[New Sword Master: Ren Xing]
[Evil: 88.4%]
[Good: 11.6%]
At that moment, a notification appeared in front of Ye Fan.
"The new sword master is Ren Xing now," Ye Fan observed, feeling neither happy nor sad.
"It seems like Lin San isn’t dead either," Ye Fan added, noting the lack of any death notification.
"Hahaha! This is truly a divine sword!" Ren Xing shouted, overwhelmed with joy.
Holding the sword, he could feel his strength increasing in all areas. Even his internal energy flow had become significantly faster.
"Zhang Tianchong, I’ll show you whether your demonic blade is stronger or my divine sword!" Ren Xing's face twisted with glee as he spoke aloud.
"Ren Xing is now the Dark Sword master. If he manages to kill Zhang Tianchong, that wouldn’t be too bad," Ye Fan thought, calculating the situation. "Especially considering Zhang Tianchong's demonic blade."
"I have a feeling that if I manage to destroy that demonic blade, I’ll be able to absorb its energy," Ye Fan mused.
He could clearly sense that the demonic blade in Zhang Tianchong’s hand was full of blood energy. It seemed to function similarly to himself—absorbing blood—though it wasn’t as thorough as Ye Fan in draining its victims dry.
After a brief moment of hesitation, Ye Fan transmitted the Dark Sword’s skills to Ren Xing.
To Ye Fan, sword masters were nothing more than tools to help him evolve.
"This is…" Ren Xing’s eyes widened as he processed the new information flooding his mind.
It turned out the sword had many hidden secrets.
"So, this sword is called the Demon-Slaying Sword, and it has all these abilities!" Ren Xing murmured to himself.
"No wonder that useless Lin San suddenly became so strong. It was because of this sword!" he added, his face lighting up with excitement.
"The sword must have recognized me as its master because of my superior strength!" Ren Xing burst out laughing.
"Recognized you, my ass!" Ye Fan cursed under his breath, annoyed by Ren Xing's arrogance.
"Hurry up and go deal with Zhang Tianchong. This guy talks too much," Ye Fan muttered, growing impatient.
"First, I’ll kill Zhang Tianchong," Ren Xing decided, heading back the way he came.
Now, with the Demon-Slaying Sword in hand, Ren Xing's confidence had grown immensely. He headed back toward the battlefield.
"Ah!!!"
Screams echoed through the air as Ren Xing approached.
The scene before him was drenched in blood, with numerous city guards lying lifeless in pools of their own blood.
Zhang Tianchong stood among the corpses, his blood-soaked demonic blade glowing with a dark, sinister light.
"Hahaha! So many have come to die! This is perfect!" Zhang Tianchong laughed maniacally as he cut down more approaching guards.
"You…"
Fu Xiaohu, standing at the back, trembled in fear.
Even though Zhang Tianchong was injured, it was as if he felt no pain at all. Despite being surrounded and attacked by a large number of guards, Zhang Tianchong had not only survived but had slain most of the city’s forces.
Moreover, with each kill, Zhang Tianchong seemed to grow stronger.
Could killing people make him stronger?
No… it was more likely the strange blade in Zhang Tianchong’s hand. That was where the surge of power was coming from.
At that moment, Zhang Tianchong locked eyes with Fu Xiaohu, his murderous aura making Fu Xiaohu tremble even more violently.
"Run! He’s not human!" the remaining guards screamed in terror.
They no longer cared about any rewards for killing Zhang Tianchong. His power was too overwhelming.
Besides, Zhang Tianchong’s demonic blade could cut through their weapons and armor as if they were nothing.
"The city lord won’t let you get away with this!" Fu Xiaohu yelled in a final act of defiance before attempting to flee.
But his legs were weak with fear, and before he could get far, Zhang Tianchong was upon him!
Fu Xiaohu turned, trying to defend himself with his blade, but—
Clang!
The moment their weapons collided, cracks spread across Fu Xiaohu’s blade.
His eyes widened in horror as he realized his weapon was about to shatter.
And then—
Clang!
His sword shattered completely, and a shard embedded itself in Fu Xiaohu’s eye.
"Ahhh!!!"
Fu Xiaohu screamed in agony, but before he could recover, Zhang Tianchong's demonic blade slashed through the air once more, cutting him down.
As Fu Xiaohu's body fell to the ground, the demonic blade began to absorb his life force.
"More power! Hahaha!" Zhang Tianchong laughed, staring at the increasingly bloodthirsty weapon in his hands.
The demonic aura surrounding the blade had reached terrifying levels.
"Hmm?" Zhang Tianchong suddenly turned, sensing something behind him.
From the distance, an eerie, powerful energy was rapidly approaching, seemingly clashing with the aura of his demonic blade.
"Hahaha, Zhang Tianchong, did you think you were invincible now?" Ren Xing’s voice rang out as he approached, his laughter echoing through the clearing.
"Lin San’s sword," Zhang Tianchong muttered, his eyes narrowing as they landed on the Demon-Slaying Sword in Ren Xing’s hand.
The dark aura of the sword was now fully unleashed, its Demonic Presence clashing with the energy of Zhang Tianchong’s blade.
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