“This sword isn’t half bad. It’s my first time wielding a genuine sword,” Tian Ping remarked mid-battle, showcasing his arrogance and confidence with a smirk.
“WHY YOU LITTLE BASTARD! BROTHERS, CLOSE IN ON HIM!” the cloaked man yelled, desperation fueling his command as he activated a technique that pushed Tian Ping back.
BOOM!!
Tian Ping was thrown but landed effortlessly on his feet, a testament to his growing skill. The technique enveloped the cloaked men’s weapons in a sinister red aura, each weapon reflecting their unique fighting styles—one wielded a sword, another brandished twin daggers, and the last held a spear.
Tian Ping’s heart raced as he observed the transformation. “Well, this just got interesting,” he said, a hint of nervousness creeping into his voice. They’re not just common thugs anymore. I’ll need to stay sharp.“CAREFUL! THAT’S DEMONIC ENERGY! THEY’RE EVIL CULTIVATORS!” the girl shouted, her voice trembling with fear.
“Oh?” Tian Ping replied, curiosity piqued.
“That’s right, kid! You should have left when you had the chance—”
“Oh, shut up! This is getting annoying,” Tian Ping interrupted, abruptly shifting into a strange stance. He placed the hilt of his sword against his chest and extended his right foot forward.
“Simple sword technique,” he declared, and those words released a sharp aura that shook the surrounding plants and trees, sending a chill down the spines of his enemies as they felt his killing intent.
“DAMN IT! DON’T LET HIM FINISH WHAT HE’S DOING!” shouted the cloaked man with the sword, panic taking over as the three of them charged at him.
“Shhhh…” Tian Ping whispered, and it was as if the world itself fell silent.
PIERCE!
With a swift and deadly motion, Tian Ping lunged forward, piercing through the chests of two cloaked men in one fluid strike, leaving them dead before they even hit the ground. Only the cloaked man with the sword remained, barely managing to dodge the lethal attack, his eyes wide with disbelief.
The blue-haired girl watched in awe, her breath catching in her throat. An unfamiliar warmth filled her chest, a flicker of hope amidst her fear. This stranger, this warrior, was unlike anyone she had ever seen. His movements were precise, almost elegant, and yet deadly. He wasn’t just fighting; he was dancing with death itself.
“Simple sword technique,” Tian Ping said, his voice cold and unwavering as he shifted into a different stance. His right hand gripped the sword firmly while his legs closed together, the air around him seeming to hum with energy.
“Damn it, not again!” the cloaked man stammered, his voice laced with raw terror. Knowing his death was near, he turned to flee, his steps frantic and clumsy, desperation etched on his face.
SLICE!
The sound of Tian Ping’s blade cutting through the air was like a whisper of fate. The cloaked man’s escape ended before it even began, his life extinguished in a single, clean stroke.
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