Chen Ping's Sword-Chapter 66: Double-Crossed with Nothing to Show

Chapter 66: Chapter 66: Double-Crossed with Nothing to Show

"What a pity my big sword is lost, otherwise, with it in your hand, it would look ninety-nine percent convincing, never arousing any suspicion."

After carefully examining Chen Ping’s disguise, Han Xiaoru’s expression was quite peculiar, but her mood improved, no longer as despairing as before.

Although in her heart, she didn’t think much of this surprise attack.

In the battle by the riverside, the two of them were basically in a position of taking hits everywhere. Even if they fought desperately, they could only cause minor injuries to the opponent.

Being a realm apart is not just a saying.

The realm of the Clear Wind Shadowless Sword had reached the level of Extraordinary Meridians Opening, and the gap with their realm had formed an overwhelming advantage. No matter how much she wracked her brains, she couldn’t think of a way to turn the tide.

Strange tactics are, after all, only a temporary show of heroism and can’t decide the final victory or defeat.

"Why don’t you escape immediately while that person’s attention is not on you?"

In this way, at least one person would escape to the Martial Hall to report, and seek revenge later.

Otherwise, if both die here silently, it’s too great a loss.

"Don’t mention this again..."

Chen Ping sighed.

This life is full of countless incidents, countless choices.

Some choices can deceive the world, but no matter what, they can’t deceive one’s heart.

If he shrunk back and fled this time.

How could he face a lifetime of regret?

Life and death are small matters, but some things cannot be done.

"Moreover, I may not necessarily lose."

A glimmer of mad killing intent flashed in Chen Ping’s eyes, reminiscent of that year, that day, just another desperate fight.

"Fine then."

Seeing Chen Ping brimming with confidence and murderous intent, Han Xiaoru opened her mouth, and a trace of confusion flashed through her eyes.

She said nothing more.

Those heroic tales and legendary experiences of Jianghu she used to hear quietly faded away.

Perhaps a true hero is someone who pursues the impossible, who never gives up his struggle even in dire straits.

"Junior brother, let’s give it a fight. Though I’m injured, I’m not completely immobile. I’ll lure the enemy first."

Emboldened by Chen Ping’s challenge.

A hint of determination appeared on Han Xiaoru’s face. Enduring her pain, she mustered some strength, leaping out through the brush.

"Why call me junior brother?"

Chen Ping chuckled silently, stepping forward quickly, grabbing her arm. In a flash, they sprinted across the leaves.

"The Primordial Technique was taught to you. Do you think father wouldn’t accept you as a disciple? You joined later, so of course, you’re a junior brother, unless you want to be a senior brother?"

Han Xiaoru said that while tears fell from her eyes.

Thinking this might be the last time she calls ’junior brother,’ fearing they might never meet again after this night’s battle.

The wind brushed her face, instantly drying the emerging tears.

A chilling voice reached her ears.

"Waited half the night, finally you’re here."

A silhouette leaped towards them from the branches of a tall tree.

This person’s attack resembled an eagle swooping on a rabbit...

A sword led the way, the body seemed pulled by the sword, fast and sharp.

The reflection of moonlight on the sword’s blade was surrounded by a chilling aura.

Clearly, this person had exhausted their patience; the Clear Wind Shadowless Sword was now fully focused, no longer worthy of the ’Shadowless’ name, instead brimming with ferocity, its shrill whistle echoing.

"Run."

Knowing the critical moment had arrived, a resolute look flashed in Han Xiaoru’s eyes.

She pushed Chen Ping hard.

Their arms collided, and they separated.

Fleeing in opposite directions.

"Neither of you will escape."

In a hoarse, low voice, the Straw Hat man’s sword light slightly paused, merging back into the breeze.

They could see ripples, darting like lightning towards Han Xiaoru’s back.

This person wielded his sword with uncanny speed and decisiveness.

Having extensive combat experience, knowing to eliminate the most threatening target first.

In his mind, the tall woman in the sword shirt was already heavily injured... apart from being able to flee a bit, posed no real threat.

Once he killed that bareheaded boy, pursuing would be the same.

This scene was merely the rabbit’s final struggle after all.

The long sword thrust forward like flowing light, the blade leading, the whistle following...

The Straw Hat man’s face was icy, his hand steady, his heart even steadier. But he caught sight out of the corner of his eye that the woman in the sword shirt wasn’t running very fast.

Something was wrong, she wasn’t just not running away; facing away from him, she was actually a bit closer.

"No good."

The sword tip had just met the back of the blue-clad man ahead, yet to pierce through... when the Straw Hat man felt the ground’s grass blowing up, a shadow shot up like a venomous snake, snapping with a whip-like sound, striking his undercarriage with a ’snap’.

’Dare to attack still?’

This thought flashed through the Straw Hat man’s mind.

He couldn’t fathom why this woman, whose Qi and blood had long been scattered, who had taken his Blood-Cutting Vein-Cutting Sword Technique blow, could still land such an aggressive, vicious kick?

There was no time to think further.

In a flash.

His body reacted faster than his mind; he forcibly drew a breath of Dantian Qi, springing three feet into the air, curling his legs to shield against the treacherous kick.

The long sword he thrust out, like a gentle breeze swaying a willow, spun around.

No time to thrust further, but first slashing the enemy behind him was the same.

His agility in response truly left people in awe.

However, he underestimated Chen Ping’s intentionally reversed "Tiger Tail Kick."

This kick amassed Chen Ping’s full body strength, reaching over eight thousand pounds...

Power gathered in the heel, Qi and blood compressed, Primordial Force erupted, black lines covered his body.

As the kick swung up, it was like an unexpected wind and thunder.

Starting softly like a whip cutting through air, by the time the leg fully extended, the heel tautened, it had already erupted with a thunderous crash.

The Straw Hat man’s feet barely touched Chen Ping’s right leg’s heel before he was bounced away by an immense force.

The strong inner Qi guarding his feet and waist also shattered simultaneously.

"Pop..."

A crisp sound.

The Straw Hat man seemed to hear the breaking of an egg, his body uncontrollably soaring up.

The Returning Wind Willow Dance dropped sword in his hand also lost its precision... sweeping over Chen Ping’s head, only cutting off a few floating strands of hair.

"Ah..."

Intense pain from below forced a sharp scream from the Straw Hat man, his eyes radiating a chilling hatred, using his formidable willpower to control his arm’s movement.

The sword light swiftly reversed to slash down.

Like thunder and lightning.

In terms of nimble reaction in small range, he had confidence, no matter how strong the opponent, wouldn’t surpass his decades of assassination experience.

This unexpected blow didn’t lose his combat power.

His Qi mechanism could still condense.

After training his inner Qi through the Opening of the Eight Extraordinary Meridians, his internal organs and entire musculoskeletal system were nourished by strong inner Qi, ten times stronger than ordinary people.

The Straw Hat man knew his lower part had been kicked to pieces, a hatred washing over his heart like the Five Lakes and Three Rivers couldn’t cleanse it, now only wanting to chop off the opponent’s head to use as a chamber pot, then pull their tendons, debone, and scatter their ashes...

As this sword slashed down, he felt his wrist being weighed down, unable to continue the slash.

The pitch-black silhouette had unknowingly turned around...

An arm extended in an unhuman manner, like a noodle, half a foot long.

Just in time, it reached his wrist.