As Shi Feiyang engaged in a life-and-death duel with the seven masked n, Lin Wanqing stood tall and graceful, like a resilient green bamboo, protecting Gong Sing closely by her side.
Though a romantic rival with Gong Sing, as the forr Young Master of Changsheng Castle and now the Dharma Transmission Elder of the Heroic Sakura Association and Master of Jishi Hall, Lin Wanqing exuded an extraordinary aura.
For Lin Wanqing, protecting those around her was not only a responsibility but a chivalrous duty etched in her bones.
Seeing the battle raging so intensely, Lin Wanqing couldn’t help but frown ever so slightly, her eyes filled with vigilance and determination. In this chaotic "slaughterhouse" amidst the storm, she remained ever-watchful, like a guardian of treasures, not allowing any danger near Gong Sing.
Standing by Gong Sing’s side, Lin Wanqing’s gaze was as sharp as a hawk’s, scanning the chaotic battlefield, tightly watching the ferocious masked n like a pack of wolves.
Suddenly, Lin Wanqing’s eyes narrowed sharply, as if spotting a lurking viper in the darkness, fiercely staring at one person. The gale howled, as if trying to pull all things into an endless abyss, while the rain poured down, blurring everyone’s vision.
But Lin Wanqing would never mistake those familiar eyes.
In an instant, anger flared in Lin Wanqing’s eyes, as if the fury could ignite the storm. She shouted sharply, "Xie Zhichuan, you despicable scoundrel, ambushing us multiple tis, so vile. This lady will slay you today, hmph!"
The voice carried boundless anger, piercing through the storm and spreading a thick aura of hatred in the air, like an invisible sharp blade stabbing straight at Xie Zhichuan’s heart.
With that, Lin Wanqing unsheathed her sword, its cold gleam flashing like lightning cutting through the darkness, contrasting starkly with the raging storm, like a ray of dawn in the darkness, bringing a glimr of hope.
She lightly tapped the ground with her feet, her figure agile like a swallow, and unleashed the Longevity Sword technique, soaring into the air like a black phantom, striking at Xie Zhichuan.
Her swordplay was elegant and ethereal, each stroke carrying a decisive montum. The rain was sliced apart by her sword moves, forming sparkling droplets, shining like pearls under the flashes of lightning.
As her moves swept through, they carried the sound of the wind, telling the full tale of her fury toward Xie Zhichuan.
Xie Zhichuan shivered slightly upon hearing Lin Wanqing’s rebuke, as if struck by thunder.
He never expected to be discovered. Initially hidden behind a mask, his face was now twisted and distorted with frustration and hatred because he couldn’t pursue Lin Wanqing, leading to repeated attempts to assassinate Shi Feiyang, Lin Wanqing, and Gong Sing.
Now, with his vile plan exposed, Xie Zhichuan was both angry and furious, like an enraged beast, his sword trembling as he executed the Thirteen Life-taking Swords, violently targeting Lin Wanqing, intending to silence her.
His sword strikes were vicious, accompanied by whistling sounds, like the howling of wraiths and wolves. Each strike aid directly at Lin Wanqing’s vitals, intending to seize her life in an instant. The flickering cold light at the tip of his sword seed like the summons of death from hell.
The two clashed in mid-air, swords colliding with a crisp "ding ding" sound, sparks flying, resembling a firework blooming in the night sky, brief yet magnificently dazzling.
Lin Wanqing’s Longevity Sword technique emphasized Yirou Ke Gang, her sword moves continuous like flowing water, akin to a mountain spring, agile and rhythmic; whereas Xie Zhichuan’s Thirteen Life-taking Swords were fierce and swift, lethal like a torrential storm approaching fiercely.
Rain battered their bodies, mixing with sweat and blood, dripping continuously from their clothes, pooling into dark red puddles on the muddy ground, becoming the bloodstained tear marks left by this brutal fight.
Lin Wanqing sidestepped, her movents nimble like a cat, dodging Xie Zhichuan’s "Sword Sealing Throat," and countered with a stab at his chest.
Xie Zhichuan hurriedly raised his sword to block, with a "clang" sound, the impact of tal reverberating loudly in the rain, as if signaling the toll of destiny’s bell, announcing the swift stalemate of this love-hate confrontation.
In this fierce clash, Lin Wanqing’s heart was filled with anger and unwillingness. She hated Xie Zhichuan for his despicability and his repeated betrayals, the hatred burned ever stronger in her heart like a raging fire.
And Xie Zhichuan, blinded by hatred, plunged into a chasm of madness, determined to destroy what he couldn’t obtain, not allowing anyone else to have it either. His eyes flickered with madness and resoluteness, having lost all reason, only knowing how to attack incessantly.
At this mont, Xie Zhichuan was mad for love, like a frenzied beast, only wanting to kill Lin Wanqing to quell his heart’s hatred.
Their figures flickered constantly in the storm, the surrounding air seemingly cut by their Sword Qi, emitting a "sizzling" sound, discouraging anyone from approaching.
This fierce duel was not only a battle of martial arts but also an eruption of love and hate. Each move was filled with endless emotions, a blend of love and hate, a clash of justice and evil, with all conflicts of the world converging on the sword tips of Xie Zhichuan and Lin Wanqing.
While Shi Feiyang battled fiercely with the seven masked n, he also kept an eye on the battle situation of the Heroic Sakura Association’s heroes, silently cheering and boosting morale for them.
Nearby, the figures fighting other masked n flickered in the storm, shouts and clashing of weapons interwoven, echoing in the raging storm, each sound clutching at his heart, like heavy hamrs striking his soul.
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