Chapter 148: Chapter 112: One Move Ahead, Master of All Life (Part 3)

If he cannot kill this person, in the days to come, he won’t be able to do anything else but bitterly flee from morning till night.

Life would then become an utterly ridiculous mess, full of tragedies.

He wielded his sword like a fierce wind, unleashing a sky-full of sword rain to block the endless attacks of fine white needles, while secretly ordering in his mind, "Enhance, Clear Wind Shadowless Sword."

Tribulation Points burned fiercely, merging into his heart.

Previously escaping from the Innate Martial Artist Black Soul, the tribulations were difficult, yet he harvested a considerable 38 Tribulation Points.

This is precisely the right time to use them. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

When talking about sword speed, after mastering the Clear Wind Shadowless Sword, Chen Ping truly hasn’t seen anyone faster than himself in swordplay.

To the extreme, the swift sword moves so fast that even the sword’s shadow disappears, and those of the same realm cannot block it.

However, others do not compare swords with him.

They often use unusual skills and various tricks that make defense impossible.

Just like now, a dense swarm of fine silver hair needles, which he doesn’t even want to touch...

He knows that once these needles enter his body, very bad things are likely to happen.

If not disrupting the meridians, then attacking the internal organs... Due to their small size and high penetration, they are even harder to block.

If hit by them, it would definitely be extremely bitter, leaving him at others’ mercy.

Using the Tribulation Points and Fortune Points several times, he has already gleaned some insights.

He understands that if it is "Trace Origin and Steal Fortune", it would be absorbed for learning, unable to focus on anything else... But using Tribulation Points to enhance martial arts isn’t that troublesome.

Various insights are directly poured into the mind, enlightenment of skills happens in an instant.

The speed of thought is faster than light, and while a thousand twists occur in the mind, in reality, it’s only a split second.

All sorts of realizations are directly generated, his understanding of [Clear Wind Shadowless Sword] in the mind is infinitely enhanced, gradually realizing the essence of this sword technique.

All superficial appearances fade one by one, and the methods of using the sword are also erased from the spirit.

At this moment, Chen Ping no longer remembers learning this sword technique, forgetting the clear wind, no longer pursuing shadowless.

One crooked sword thrusts out...

The fine needles along the way are drawn by the sword momentum, transforming into gusts of clear wind swirling around, with no trace of lethality.

Chen Ping moves with the sword, seemingly merging into the wind, indescribably fast... while not being hindered by the needles, and simultaneously, the sword shines brightly.

A moment ago, he was still standing on the boat upon the water, the next moment, he had thrust his sword into the chest of the white-haired elder.

This sword was so fast that the opponent’s mind hadn’t even turned.

Blood splattered.

The elder’s chest was pierced by the sword, his hands moved only to switch hand signs, the light of the chessboard on his chest flashed once, his whole body already tossed backward.

His chest had been pierced into a large bloody hole, his vitality suddenly dropped a notch.

His gaze, slightly fearful, turned to the Frost Condensation Sword in Chen Ping’s hand.

He wasn’t looking at the sword, but thinking of the grandeur and dignity of that previous strike.

"To have mastered the Clear Wind Shadowless Sword to such subtlety and simplicity, returning to the essence, within the same realm, you are already without an opponent."

The elder, backed by a large family, with well-organized inheritance, having walked the Jianghu for years, had extremely well-informed intelligence.

How could he not know that even on Qingwei Mountain, few have trained this swordsmanship to such a realm?

Others spend at least sixty years practicing swordsmanship, yet still...

While the young man in front of him, according to the information he had obtained, seemed not even seventeen.

This is making comparisons where one can only despair.

Living long and seeing much, one can witness the talented heroes of the world making their grand entrance in all sorts of peculiar manners.

And himself?

In such an inglorious manner, becoming a stepping stone on the road to fame of a swordsmanship prodigy.

A true tragedy.

"Is the swordsmanship good? I don’t know, but I know if it can kill, it’s a good sword."

Chen Ping contently looked at the Frost Condensation Sword in his hand... He felt, at this moment, even if holding a dry branch and using the Clear Wind Shadowless Sword, he could escape into the wind, breaking armor and piercing stone, as if slicing through rotten soil.

With this swordsmanship reaching the Perfection Realm, it seems to have developed a peculiar function, able to tap into a thread of true sword skill.

Just like the initial form of the Lifeless Sword Intent.

Also like the Sun-Shooting True Intent that emerged after achieving perfection in arrow technique.

The Sunset Divine Arrow Technique could wound the elder from the Situ Family but was not fatal.

Because, no matter how he could recover his combat strength and shoot again, there was a gap between shots, and the killer move couldn’t be fired consecutively.

But swordsmanship is different...

This thread of sword intent merges into the clear wind, intertwining with the spirit, continuously.

Endless sword, uninterrupted intent.

If the opponent cannot withstand it, they can only suffer death and cannot organize any effective defense again.

"Wait a moment, cough cough, if you kill me, Situ Lin, not even mentioning subsequent revenge...

Your identity, martial arts, all kinds of information will be exposed to the eyes of the Brocade Guard. No matter how you hide afterwards, you can’t escape the pursuit of the Great Li Court."

Situ Lin, with white hair fluttering and a grim face, yet not losing any dignity.

He raised his hand to stop Chen Ping’s advancing motion and smiled: "Earlier, Fairy Fubo appeared, and the Brocade Guard suffered a disastrous defeat and annihilation.

I foresaw something amiss and early released carrier pigeons, recording every detail on silk, passing it to trusted hands in Xingqing Prefecture.

If I were to die, or not send further messages within three days, that silk would surely fall into the hands of Deputy Commander Liang of the Brocade Guard...

If you spare my life, I will never again work for the Brocade Guard in the future, nor will I do anything against you, but rather secretly assist you. I can swear to this..."

"I don’t believe you."

Chen Ping laughed gracefully, waving his sword.

The sword light merged into the clear wind, seemingly moving, yet seemingly not moving.

He sheathed his sword.

Situ Lin’s expression completely froze, eyes full of confusion, and his aged blue-white head rolled softly.

His body tilted and fell.

"Compared to the exposure of the identity as Tian Qi, leaving your threat behind is ten times more dangerous.

This matter, you claim to know the fate of mankind, yet why didn’t you foresee it?"

Chen Ping looked at Situ Lin’s corpse and sighed.

The waves of Jianghu are perilous, and you talk of swearing oaths with me?

Those toothache curses, in later generations, even a three-year-old child would not believe.

You say you, a court flunky who regards family interests above the heavens, would keep his promise?

Don’t be ridiculous.

The old man was a lesson well taught to him.

Obviously not breaking through to Innate, only at the peak of Tier Four, yet designing every step thoroughly, deeply scheming, he almost fell for the trap despite being cautious.

Next time, if ambushed again, the opponent might bring one or two Innate experts... Fairy Fubo is already far away, by then, it would clearly be a situation of sure death.

Can this risk be taken?

Tribulation +18 and Fortune +6 information swept past his eyes.

Chen Ping bowed and searched Situ Lin’s body, only finding several large-denomination silver notes, and a small bag of black and white chess pieces, nothing else.

After pondering, Chen Ping threw Situ Lin’s corpse onto the boat, tying it with mountain rocks.

Exerting force underfoot, he sank the boat... leaping onto the shore, darting into the forest.

The sky had already darkened, the river banks plunged into complete silence.

...

Seeking monthly tickets.