Wuxia: Become the 100-Victory Sword King at the Beginning

Chapter 103: Fierce Fighting in the Dark Night: The Black-Robed Man Uses a Killing Move, and Powers Are in Danger
Night, like a huge, thick piece of black silk, weighed down the earth, tightly enveloping everything in the world. The air in the room seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible and powerful giant hand, becoming increasingly heavy and oppressive, making Gong Simeng's chest feel so suffocated that she could hardly breathe.

She stood up from the couch and paced back and forth in the small, cramped room. With every step she took, the wooden floor made a dull creaking sound, sighing softly for her inner anxiety and confusion.

Gong Simeng frowned, as if she was stuck in a knot. She racked her brains, trying to come up with a perfect solution that would satisfy both parties. However, her thoughts were like a tangled mess of threads, with so many threads that she couldn't sort them out, and the more she tried to sort them out, the more confused she became.

Outside the window, the wind blew silently, gently rustling the curtains. The gentle movement, like a sharp hook, gently plucked the tangled and confused strings of Gong Simeng's heart. She could no longer sleep. She gritted her teeth, tapped the ground with her toes, and flew away like a flash of black lightning.

In a blink of an eye, Gong Simeng had arrived at the outskirts of the city. What she saw was Lie Quan leading his troops in a fierce battle with a group of men in black. The scene was thrilling, and a tragic war picture slowly unfolded before her eyes.

It turned out that after Gong Simeng returned to Jinan Prefecture, he successfully connected with the powerful.

Afterwards, Lie Quan followed Shi Feiyang's instructions conveyed by Gong Simeng, led his subordinates to leave Jinan Prefecture, and headed towards Mount Tai without stopping, wholeheartedly supporting Shi Feiyang in the decisive battle with Heifengzhai.

Lie Quan led more than a hundred people and hurried all the way to the foot of Baiyanglin Mountain on the outskirts of the city.

The night was thick as ink, enveloping the surroundings tightly. The silence was so intense that it made one feel uneasy. It felt as if countless pairs of prying eyes were hidden in the darkness, sending chills down one's spine. At this moment, a group of men in black emerged from all directions without warning, surging like a tidal wave. In their hands, they each held swords, halberds, hammers, and axes, their sharp blades reflecting a cold light in the darkness, like the scythes of the god of death.

The man in black had a ghostly figure and moved swiftly, surrounding Lie Quan and the others in an instant.

The figures of these black-clad men loomed in the darkness, like demons from hell, their every movement carrying a sinister aura that sent shivers down their spines. A gust of cold wind whistled past, and a figure slowly emerged from the shadows. He was clad in a black robe that fluttered in the wind like a dark cloud, emitting an indescribable eerie aura. He stood tall and straight, yet exuded a chilling coldness, like a thousand-year-old iceberg. His face was covered by a hideous mask, as if formed from countless vengeful spirits, revealing only a pair of gleaming eyes, like stars twinkling in the night sky, cold and sharp, making it impossible to glimpse his true features.

His figure suddenly flashed like a streak of black lightning, unleashing a move called "Severing Allegiance." With the force of thunder, he pounced on Lie Quan like a tiger pouncing on its prey. His movements were incredibly swift, each one carrying a deep vengeance from a past life, intent on instantly ripping Lie Quan to shreds. The air seemed to be ripped apart by his fierce aura, a hissing sound echoing through it.

Facing this sudden and fierce attack, Lie Quan remained calm and composed, his gaze as sharp as a torch, as if he could penetrate the darkness and discern his opponent's every intention. He roared angrily, his voice like a bell, and the sound of his roar shook the air around him, causing leaves to fall.

He quickly drew his long sword, which gleamed coldly in the darkness, like a meteor streaking through the night sky. His arm muscles tensed, veins bulging like serpentine snakes as he unleashed the Qiankun sword technique, swinging his sword to meet the attack.

The knife light flashed, just like a scorching sun breaking through the clouds, reflecting the palm wind of the black-robed man, making a "clang" collision sound. The sound made the surrounding air buzz, and the heaven and earth trembled in this violent collision.

However, after a few rounds of fighting, Lie Quan felt a sudden shock, as if an invisible hand had grabbed his heart. His eyes revealed a hint of panic, like a huge rock thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples to spread.

Lie Quan was acutely aware that he was no match for the black-robed man. The black-robed man's palm techniques were intricate and strange, each one like an impossibly sharp dagger, piercing his vitals with a deadly chill. His internal energy was unfathomable, like a boundless ocean, bottomless and insignificant. Lie Quan felt like a drop in the ocean, insignificant and powerless before him. Every time he resisted, an overwhelming force surged upon him, numbing his arms and tightening his chest. He felt overwhelmed, like a small boat in a raging storm, threatened to be swallowed by the waves at any moment. Gazing at the man's ghostly palm techniques, Lie Quan gasped and exclaimed, "Seven Cuts, Seven Deaths, Heartbreak Palm?" His voice trembled, tinged with barely concealed fear, and carried far into the silent night. The Seven Cuts and Seven Deaths Heartbreaking Palm is an extremely advanced and terrifying palm technique. Anyone who is hit by it will surely die, and the way he dies will be distorted, as if he is laughing, but that smile is more miserable and uglier than the saddest cry in the world.

The seven breaks refer to the severance of the heart, blood, tendons, liver, intestines, kidney water, bones, and wrists; the seven ends refer to the end of heart, end of love, end of gratitude, end of desire, end of pain, end of life and death, and end of lovesickness.

The black-robed man scoffed, a laugh that seemed to emanate from the Netherworld, carrying an endless chill. The "hehe" sound echoed through the night sky, chilling one's spine, as if countless icy insects were crawling down one's spine. "Tonight, I'll let you, old fellow, experience the pain of being torn to pieces seven times and die of heartbreak. Humph!" A sinister smile crossed his face, a smile like the mockery of a demon, and his eyes gleamed with cruelty, as if he were enjoying the bloody feast that was about to begin.

As soon as he finished speaking, the black-robed man's palm strikes suddenly became more fierce, his moves becoming more ferocious. His figure was like a flash of black lightning, darting through the night at high speed, stirring up a whirring sound. Every time he struck out, it seemed to carry the power of destruction. The air was compressed and distorted under his palms, making a crackling sound like firecrackers.

Lie Quan tried his best to resist, but his arms were swinging slower and slower, and each swing seemed to carry a heavy burden.

Sweat rolled down his forehead, and large beads of sweat slid down his cheeks, dripping onto the ground, as if counting down his life. His breathing also began to become rapid, and his chest rose and fell violently, making a "wheezing" sound, like an old bellows about to stop working.

The surrounding men in black pressed on step by step, their faces grim, like emotionless killing machines. The weapons in their hands flashed with cold light, like the twinkling stars in the night sky, but exuding the breath of death.

The disciples of the Xiongying Society fought back hard, but the situation became increasingly critical.

Their faces were filled with exhaustion and fear, shrouded in a gloom. From time to time, injured disciples would fall to the ground, uttering agonizing cries of "Ah!" The sounds echoed through the night sky like sharp knives, piercing everyone's hearts and sending chills down their spines.

Lie Quan secretly groaned inwardly, his brow furrowed tightly, as if he could pinch a fly to death. His lips were bitten until they were white, but he still gritted his teeth, refusing to give up easily. His eyes were like a torch in the cold night, burning with the last hope.

The black-robed guest sneered again: "Tonight, I will tear you apart and make you die of grief. Humph!"

Lie Quan knew he was in extreme danger, but his gaze remained firm, staring intently at the black-robed man's moves, trying to find a flaw. His eyes were wide open, not missing a single move of the black-robed man.

The palm wind from the man in black robe came like a violent storm, and each blow contained deadly power.

Lie Quan's arm was struck by the palm wind, and he felt a sharp pain. It was as if his arm had been struck by a heavy hammer. With a "bang", the knife in his hand almost fell out of his hand. He endured the pain, the vein on his forehead bulging, and swung the knife again at the black-robed man, but he easily dodged it by leaning sideways. The black-robed man's movements were as light as a dancing butterfly, graceful yet deadly.

(End of this chapter)