Chen Ping's Sword-Chapter 59: You Fell for It

"First, rescue the people."

After Chen Ping shot out a sword, he did not spare another glance towards the sword-shirted woman.

He truly remembered vividly.

At that moment, when the woman was caught in a trap, at the height of her anger and helplessness, she inadvertently revealed the force within her.

She did not seem to move at all.

Yet the blue brick floor beneath her feet shattered into pieces, and even her feet sank into it.

The sword-shirted woman was, in fact, a master.

It was just that her experience in the Jianghu was a bit lacking.

However, he believed that after this ordeal, she would surely harbor boundless rage in her heart.

Needing an outlet.

Meigu might really become very miserable.

...

"First, rescue the people."

Chen Ping shouted crisply, and his form no longer approached slowly as before.

Instead, he turned into an arrow leaving the string, increasing the power in his hands, shaking off the Red Silk Short Sword, and rushing rapidly towards Zhuang Hongyi.

He had never forgotten.

Considering his current Qi Blood cultivation realm.

He was only at the Tier Two stage, and in terms of dodging and being elusive, generally speaking, he was still inferior to the Qi Refining Martial Artists of the same level.

Because, the opponent could perform Lightweight Skills.

If they saw that the situation was not favorable, they could fly away.

They could kite him.

If Zhuang Hongyi came to her senses, the situation might become extremely difficult.

Although it seemed that he was fighting heatedly earlier, struggling left and right, his body had already sustained significant internal injuries...

In fact, the tremendously abnormal strength he exhibited was only utilized at fifty percent, a mere three thousand pounds of force.

His body, extremely strong, was not as severely injured as it appeared on the surface.

And the strength was far from exhausted.

Back when Chang Sansi exerted full strength, it was only two thousand pounds of force, which, in Chen Ping’s eyes, was truly insignificant.

However, in the eyes of others, this was considered normal force level for Qi Blood Martial Dao cultivators who had reached the Refining Organ Stage and mastered the Heart.

Therefore, he was not worried that Zhuang Hongyi would find anything amiss.

The reason for feigning weakness was, of course, for the sake of the sword-shirted woman, and to be precise, not solely for her.

Chen Ping was concerned that with Zhuang Hongyi’s ruthless and cold-hearted nature, seeing things going wrong, she might very well order her subordinates to kill the hostages to threaten him.

Or, even if not to threaten him, she might command those black-clad men to wave their butcher knives, out of spite.

His purpose for coming here was never concealed, and with the opponent’s character, they were indeed capable of it.

"Forewarned is forearmed; unprepared is defenseless."

If it really came to that, all he could do was watch helplessly as these innocent women died in front of him, regardless of whether it would affect his state of mind, it would certainly not feel good.

Therefore, he had to resolve any rear concerns first.

The three long Silver Needles behind the sword-shirted woman reflected the light of the bright moon, extremely conspicuous, and Chen Ping was not blind, he could obviously see it.

He chose to take a gamble.

From the outcome, it was naturally the right gamble.

The sword-shirted woman stood up, and the first thing she did was not to stretch her limbs but to roar like a fierce tiger in the forest, let out a long howl, stretch her waist, and with a gesture of waving a hand.

Meigu had just charged in close.

Before she could make any move.

The sword-shirted woman’s fair and radiant palm, like lightning and thunder, struck Meigu’s head.

Poof...

A soft sound.

Meigu’s head was instantly gone from sight.

Pounded into her chest cavity.

The sword-shirted woman’s long howl paused slightly, and she took a deep look at Chen Ping.

Sure enough, she did not come to aid.

Instead, like a ferocious tiger coming down the mountain, wherever her form passed, it brought a gust of bloody wind.

The robust black-clad men in front of the carriage, as if equipped with springs, flew far away as soon as they were touched by her fists and legs.

Moans and cries of misery erupted into a chorus.

Not far away, Zhuang Hongyi’s furious and sharp shouts slightly tickled the eardrums, but they completely changed nothing about what had already occurred.

She simply ignored the sword-shirted woman who was slaughtering her subordinates in the distance and only focused on Chen Ping, who was charging in like a gale.

Inwardly, she was fiercely determined.

’Want to get close, do you?’

Then come closer.

Others might not understand the essence of this Red Silk Sword Dance, but Zhuang Hongyi knew it better than anyone else.

The sharp short sword is nothing special, certainly not something rare.

The real weapon of advantage is the red silk that ties the sword.

To others, it seems like just a silken ribbon, at most infused with some inner force, making it tough and unyielding.

Yet they have no idea how much effort she put into these long strands of silk, and how precious the celestial silkworm thread within them is.

’Able to withstand my Torrential Rain Sword Form, their body technique and saber technique are quite advanced, considered formidable. However, a mere Qi Blood Second Tier, stepping into my Red Silk Celestial Net, is practically seeking their own death.’

"Torrential Rain Technique" is a standard move, while "Celestial Net Technique" is Zhuang Hongyi’s true kill move.

This secret, apart from one or two close confidants, was never revealed to anyone by Zhuang Hongyi, nor shown to any living person.

Anyone who had seen it was killed by her.

When she saw Chen Ping charging with all his might, striving to get close regardless of anything.

She didn’t employ lightweight skill or relocate first, but instead let the sword edge dance to the extreme, seeming flustered, while actually holding back three parts of her strength.

’Come on, waiting for you.’

One had intent.

One had purpose.

The two of them were initially five zhangs apart, and in an instant, as Chen Ping advanced a few steps, they were already close.

Almost face to face, separated by just an arm’s length.

"You’ve fallen for it."

"You’ve fallen for it."

Both spoke simultaneously, a smile appearing on their faces.

First was Zhuang Hongyi, who switched positions with a move, the red robe billowing, the twin swords with red silk extended far, like a weaving maiden threading a needle, creating intricate patterns.

In the blink of an eye, those two strands of red silk wrapped around, imbued with potent inner power, enveloping Chen Ping, impervious to wind and rain.

In such a situation, forget about attacking; even moving hands and feet was impossible, let alone attacking others with force.

Seeing as the regular attacks of Qi Blood Martial Arts couldn’t reach far, in such a bind, the only outcome was waiting for death, with no second result.

Zhuang Hongyi had already reached for a short sword, about to slash off Chen Ping’s head.

Talk of recruiting and talent?

That was just spoken casually.

This attacking youth, ruthless in his methods, had meticulous thoughts, and even the three Vice Incense Masters of the Cyan Hall died by his hand. His enmity with the Seven-Colored Hall was already a blood feud.

Most crucially, Black Wolf and Leopard in his hands were as powerless as children, played with casually in his palm.

So easily, like swatting two mosquitoes, he killed them.

This attacking youth was certainly an extremely powerful and dangerous figure, only to be killed, not spared.

She would never risk herself.

Just as her short sword gathered force to swing, her vision blurred.

The Celestial Silkworm Silk Red Ribbon, meant as an ultimate killer’s move, could not wrap completely.

A heat like a blazing sun emanated from ahead, making one feel as if in a furnace, extremely hot.

Before her eyes red leaves fluttered down, swirling.

The golden-threaded red ribbon she regarded as a treasure was instantly torn to countless colorful butterflies.

Before the sword could fall, she saw a fist with bulging veins, accompanied by a raging storm of Qi and Blood, punching towards her chest.

Before the fist arrived, it seemed to vacate the air, making breathing extraordinarily difficult.

An extreme pressure quietly surfaced in her mind.

"Not good, he hid his strength; he’s definitely not Tier Two Qi Blood, but Tier Three instead."

Just gauging the speed at which the fist broke through the air, estimating the punch’s force.

Zhuang Hongyi hastily lifted her light body, her sword edge could no longer slash down, in the rush only managed to position it across her chest, just to be hit by the punch.

Crack.

The short sword in her hand was immediately snapped, her right arm upon contact with that punch, without the slightest suspense, had its bones broken and blood splattered, the force transmitting layer by layer, from wrist to elbow, then to the shoulder...

Zhuang Hongyi screamed, her body flying backward, and while still airborne, spat out two mouthfuls of vital blood.

She dared not even glance back, her flying body lightly tapped the tree trunk, borrowing the force to soar, leaping into the air, spanning more than ten zhang.

"You can’t escape." 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Chen Ping’s heart tensed slightly.

Using his full six-thousand-catty strength and high-frequency vibration technique, he snapped the tusk double-edged blade in his hand and finally, in an unexpected turn, shattered the red silk.

Then, aggressively punched, one blow crushing mountains and breaking stones, smashing the opponent’s arm to a pulverized fracture.

Even so, an extremely resilient, extremely cold force transferred to his fist’s edge, invading his meridian, causing him to halt momentarily.

Resulting in the incomplete use of force, allowing Zhuang Hongyi an opportunity to leverage and retreat, soaring far away.

Her profound strength, even if attempted again, might not be easily measured...

Her right arm was broken now, her body injured, she’d likely not escape far.

But one must not let a tiger return to the mountain.

With this thought...

Chen Ping increased strength underfoot, his Dantian Seven-Star Internal Power spinning madly, attached to his legs, kicking up rolling dust.

Pursuing closely behind Zhuang Hongyi, he caught up, neck and neck.