Despite the vast disparity in strength between them, Mu Hanyan’s sword-holding hand remained steady, not trembling in the slightest, her entire ntal state fused into that one sword.
Sword Light flashed like lightning, with killing intent that was overwhelming! Far beyond the capabilities of a First-level Swordsman.
"Ah..." The Black-clothed Man let out a sound of surprise.
Clearly, the level of Mu Hanyan’s sword strike had exceeded his expectations. Was this really the Mu Family playboy from Heishi City who, according to legend, was a natural-born waste, and despite over a decade of cultivation, had only reached the First Rank of Swordsmanship?
Though the power of the sword strike was insufficient, the angle and timing of the attack could only be described as exquisitely perfect. On reflection, those Sixth and Seventh Rank Swordsn who had died under his sword, setting aside the gap in their cultivation realm, and speaking only of swordsmanship skills, and their grasp of Sword Intent, were probably not much better.
Due to his great underestimation, the Black-clothed Man’s swing left him no room to maneuver; it was already too late to retract his sword. Twisting his body amidst his sound of surprise, he then struck out with a palm.
The imnse difference between a Tenth Rank Swordsman and a First-level Swordsman was blatantly apparent. Relying on the elent of surprise, Mu Hanyan’s snake-like sword strike did reach the opponent’s side, but it only pierced through the edge of his garnt, doing no harm, while his opponent’s powerful Palm Force broke through the air silently, like an invisible giant hamr, and slamd into Mu Hanyan’s chest.
Mu Hanyan fell to the ground, blood spurting violently, instantly staining her robe red.
"I did not expect that the useless Young Master of the Mu Family from Heishi City was actually keeping his skills hidden. It seems my trip here was not in vain," the Black-clothed Man said with a hoarse voice as he turned around.
"Who are you? Who sent you?" Mu Hanyan struggled to rise, barely managing to lift her chest before collapsing powerlessly.
Blood dripped from the corner of her mouth; her face turned as pale as paper, and the divine light in her eyes dispersed. That palm strike had almost shattered all her internal organs. The fact that she was still alive and able to ask this question seed unbelievable to her.
"Does that question matter? You’re about to die anyway. Let hasten your end," the Black-clothed Man said coldly, ignoring her query, his eyes detached as he thrust his sword towards her heart.
Indeed, he was intent on killing; he wouldn’t even spare soone who was clearly dood. Mu Hanyan thought mockingly, a flash of clarity in her eyes.
Having already died once, Mu Hanyan was not willing to die again in such an unclear and unfair way, not believing she could be reborn a second ti.
Her hand still tightly gripped the longsword, stabbing towards her opponent with the last bit of her strength.
As long as she still breathed, she would never give up. Even if it ant perishing together, she would fight to the bitter end!
A rciless, mocking cold smile appeared in the Black-clothed Man’s eyes. Given the vast difference between their strengths, especially since Mu Hanyan was gravely injured, this sword strike seed so feeble to him, hardly stronger than that of a five or six-year-old child.
He didn’t even spare a glance for the longsword that Mu Hanyan thrust at him, as the tip of his sword penetrated her heart.
However, the longsword did not hit Mu Hanyan’s heart. At that mont...
"Clang" ca the sound of tal clashing, and a silver brilliance suddenly erged in front of Mu Hanyan’s chest, like a splendid galaxy.
"This... this is..." The Black-clothed Man was both shocked and horrified, his expression one of seeing sothing unbelievable, unable to trust his own eyes.
(Today there are family matters, so only two Chapters. If I don’t say there are more in the evening, then there are updates only at noon.)
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