Chen Ping's Sword-Chapter 58: Schemes and Deceptions

Watching as the little girl was about to pounce in front of Chen Ping.

Meigu’s angry and helpless roar echoed in the ears...

Chen Ping moved.

He took a step forward to meet her.

His hands seemed to be both embracing and intercepting.

Meigu quietly slowed her pace.

Zhuang Hongyi, on the carriage shaft, with a red robe fluttering in the wind, displayed a more mocking smile at the corner of her mouth.

"Pff..."

A sliver of a snow-bright blade suddenly flashed by.

The tip of the blade protruded from behind the little girl’s heart.

Everyone’s expressions froze.

Especially the little girl who was running, her face first filled with joy, then pain, then astonishment, and finally despair.

Her small face in an instant displayed countless expressions.

Even the most acclaimed actor would have to concede defeat in front of her.

"Why...?"

The little girl raised her head, wanting to ask why, yet she could never figure out where her flaw lay.

At this moment, as her heart was pierced, and feeling all strength in her body rapidly weaken, her face could no longer maintain the innocent look of childhood. As her Qi Mechanism dispersed and Qi and Blood drained away,

Her face quickly turned into wrinkled chicken skin, like tree bark. The muscles on her arms also became covered in spots, losing their smoothness and softness.

This wasn’t a little girl at all, but rather an old woman disguised in a petite body.

She could even impersonate a six or seven-year-old child so vividly, evoking pity from others... Although her martial arts prowess was not revealed, her skills in using poison and understanding human psychology were certainly those of a master.

"I’ve never seen a child with nails this long that even hide poison powder inside. Moreover, if you weren’t so greedy and insidious, with two poison needles hidden between your fingers, I might have even softened a bit."

Whether or not he would soften, Chen Ping didn’t know.

Even though he saw through the opponent’s flaw, the stab just now almost pierced through his conscience and bottom line.

After all, no matter how you look at it, the opponent seemed like a six or seven-year-old child.

Even knowing there’s trickery involved, striking to kill still leaves a bad taste in the heart.

The facts proved that his judgment wasn’t wrong, and what he did was right.

"Despicable means are ultimately unpresentable. What other tricks do you have? Go ahead and show them."

Chen Ping raised his head, slightly shaking his dual sabers, and said coldly with a smile.

His face appeared serene.

The opponent thought that, chasing after to rescue someone, he must be a naturally kind-hearted young man driven by hot blood.

Trying to quash his attack at minimal cost was a rational thought.

Thus it can be seen.

Zhuang Hongyi was not as confident as she appeared.

All the posturing was merely psychological tactics.

"Boastful words!"

Zhuang Hongyi slightly shook her arms, unable to hold back any longer. She charged forward, and the dual red silk at her waist rose to the sky, filling the sky with red shadows.

The sharp short swords at the tips of the red silk whistled through the wind, like spirit snakes flicking their tongues, swaying unpredictably...

In an instant, they thrust towards over ten critical points around Chen Ping.

"Cannot be blocked head-on. This rogue lady’s Inner Qi is attached to her weapon, extending three zhang (approx. 3.3 meters), her Twelve Main Meridians at least six meridians are opened, perhaps even seven..."

On the carriage ahead, ever since that "little girl" was stabbed dead by Chen Ping in one stroke, the sword-shirted woman had not moved her eyes away.

Her expression was quite peculiar.

There was admiration, shame, regret, worry...

Her heart was as if a bottle of mixed flavors had been knocked over.

Same situation, same attempt at using compassion for a sneak attack.

The opponent skillfully... effortlessly foiled the plot, without a hair being harmed.

And herself? Foolishly fell into a dead-set trap.

Moreover, shamefully tied to the carriage, like a lamb waiting for slaughter, with three vital points on her back sealed with silver needles, blocking her blood flow.

Seeing the opponent arrive, a glimmer of hope rose in her heart, fearing this hope would be extinguished, she couldn’t help but verbally remind.

Because, in her understanding, ordinary Qi Blood Martial Arts practitioners, not knowing Breaking and Cutting Qi Techniques, can easily have their meridians invaded by the opponent’s Inner Qi during a weapon clash, directly attacking the five viscera and six bowels.

After a few hits, one would be spitting blood and injured, unable to hold on.

"Not necessarily unblockable."

Chen Ping laughed heartily.

Instead of retreating, he advanced. As he moved forward step by step, in his hands, the Tusk Dual Sabers crossed and chopped open with an "Flood Dragon Emerges from the Water" move, chopping up and down.

As if he’s simply disregarding the sword rain attacking like a storm, merely obeying some intuitive sense, slashing at the air.

Clang...

Two crisp sounds merged into one.

Immediately, countless tiny sounds of metal clash followed, forming a continuous clatter.

With his footsteps crossing, pacing, stepping, darting, each step light and nimble, his form like a willow branch swaying in the gale, yet steady to the extreme.

The snow-bright Tusk Dual Sabers, in Chen Ping’s hands, appeared less bloodthirsty compared to when held by Black Wolf, yet more nimble and concise.

It seemed each slash required no effort...

Where the blade’s light rose, the Red Silk Flying Sword couldn’t penetrate.

Not that there were no hidden dangers.

His face grew redder, and the skin not covered by clothing seemed to be bleeding out, emitting a faint bloody smell from his body.

Just as the sword-shirted woman described.

Facing a higher-tier Qi Cultivation Martial Artist, Body Refining Martial Arts indeed had some disadvantages.

Even closing in was difficult.

And during the close-in process, one had to guard against the opponent transmitting Inner Force, penetrating to attack one’s internal organs.

Accumulating small injuries into severe wounds, even an iron man couldn’t hold out for long.

However, he managed to withstand Zhuang Hongyi’s Red Silk Sword Dance Thirty-Six Forms’ fierce flying sword flawlessly, already opening everyone’s eyes.

But what was the use?

It could only delay death.

The sword-shirted woman sighed, slightly closing her eyes, unable to watch anymore.

A look of despair rose on her face.

"Swish..."

As she just closed her eyes, she heard the piercing sound of the wind passing by her ears.

Her shoulder shook, body slightly leaning back.

The gust passed by, lifting her hair into flight.

At the same time, a soft "puff, puff, puff" sounded behind her.

She suddenly opened her eyes, looked down.

A dark green short sword was stuck in her right shoulder, only half an inch into the flesh, just breaking the skin, teetering.

Looking back, she saw under the moonlight, three silver needles reflecting the moonlight...

At the same time, her body began to thaw from stiffness.

Qi and Blood gradually circulated freely.

’That previous strike!’

She looked at the youthful figure in the sword circle of Red Silk, who was twirling the dual sabers into a magnificent silver moon, and the awe in her eyes couldn’t be concealed.

"To be able, under such an attack, to still divert attention to shoot the short sword in hand... hitting my shoulder at the same time, switching to Soft Power, vibrating through, breaking the silver needle acupoint seal, activating my body’s numbness."

"Such power, such accuracy..."

The sword-shirted woman was shocked and incredibly elated simultaneously.

Feeling the strength rapidly returning, she didn’t even mind that middle-aged woman named Meigu coming at her menacingly.