Decaying World

Chapter 63 063 Test Three

Black Dragon Gate Headquarters.

Song Zhanlong frowned as he slowly walked along the corridor in the courtyard back to his bedroom.

The new Martial Alliance imitated the previous Martial Alliance by holding ranking competitions, which indeed brought a lot of opportunities and resources, but also brought forth some internal strength realm masters who were once Xing Dao's old rivals.

Among them, the Hundred Flowers Sect, the Dragon Ring Spear Sect, and the Overlord Blade Sect were all his old rivals who had clashed with him in Xingdao.

Especially the Hundred Flowers Sect, which has been expanding rapidly recently, even encroaching on our territory before, it's simply...
Song Zhanlong felt a surge of anger.

'If none of the disciples in his sect were so incompetent, he wouldn't be facing this predicament now!'

In the courtyard, the bamboo tube of the water clock struck rhythmically, producing a crisp sound.

A stream meanders through the bamboo grove. In a stone pavilion, two alluring concubines, dressed only in thin gauze, chat and play, their private parts briefly exposed as they chase each other, igniting a nameless fire in Song Zhanlong's heart.

Since he seized the entire mansion, no outsiders are allowed to enter; only he can go in at will.

This was all because he had abducted more than a dozen beautiful young women from his residence. He wouldn't allow them to wear many clothes on ordinary days, only taking them to have sex with when he needed to release the pressure in his heart.

It would be best if a woman became pregnant, so that he could settle down here as quickly as possible, continue his family line, and expand his clan.

With a whoosh, Song Zhanlong flipped over the corridor railing and walked straight towards the two girls, taking off his shirt as he went.

Suddenly, his expression changed slightly, he looked to his right, and stopped in his tracks.

"who!?"

Swish!
There was no response; instead, the sound of clothes fluttering came from that direction, indicating that the other party was fleeing quickly.

"Trying to run!?" Song Zhanlong took a few steps, rushed to the wall, pointed with his finger, used the momentum to leap up, and flipped over.

As soon as they landed, they saw a black figure running rapidly into the distance not far ahead.

He sneered. Although the other party was fast, it wasn't so fast that he couldn't catch up.

While his Black Dragon Claw technique is indeed not good at speed, that's only true for those in the Inner Force Realm. Compared to petty thieves like this, his movement skills are sufficient!

He was already furious, and just as he was about to vent his anger, he was spied on. Moreover, his most guarded inner quarters had been invaded. His concubines rarely wore clothes, and if they were seen naked, he would suffer a huge loss!

Immediately, Song Zhanlong took a few steps and quickly chased after him.

The two chased each other for several hundred meters in a short time.

The distance between the two is getting closer and closer.

The dark figure finally stopped when they reached an abandoned housing area.

Standing in the alley between the houses, the cold wind kept blowing through, howling and bringing with it a faint, unpleasant odor.

Only then did the shadowy figure reveal its true form.

In the dim light, his upper body was wrapped in black cloth, covering his hair completely, and his face was covered by an ill-fitting wooden child's mask.

The mask was deathly pale, resembling a round, chubby mascot from the Chinese New Year.

With rosy cheeks, smiling eyes, and long black eyelashes, she might have looked somewhat comical on a normal day, but as dusk approached, she exuded a strange chill in the dim, deserted alleyways.

What's most unsettling is that the mask is the wrong size, only covering the upper half of the face, making it look strange, as if it was just casually and forcibly tied to the face, crooked and uneven, regardless of whether it fits or not.

Song Zhanlong realized at this point that the other party had deliberately lured him out.

"Interesting. Did you deliberately lure me out to ambush me? Come out, where are your helpers?" His expression was icy as he scanned both sides. The terrain here was narrow and had many obstacles, making it the perfect place for an ambush.

"Before we make a move, I need to confirm something first," the white-masked man on the other side said, his voice strange and shrill, clearly speaking in a deliberately strained voice.

"You're Song Zhanlong, right?"

"Hey, that's funny. You don't even know what I look like, yet you dare to come here looking for trouble?" Song Zhanlong laughed angrily.

"I'm going!"

Before he could finish speaking, he heard a sword cry, the piercing sound of a longsword being drawn interrupting his words.

The next instant, he felt a blur before his eyes, and a silver iron sword suddenly appeared in front of his right eye, only a finger's width away from his eyeball.

The iron sword was blocked by the white light of internal force, but it still made Song Zhanlong tremble with fright.

"What kind of speed is this?!" He wanted to roar and retaliate, but before he could even get halfway through his attack, the iron sword in front of him vanished without a trace.

Immediately afterwards, a tremendous squeezing sensation of internal energy being pierced came from behind and to the side.

He hurriedly turned around and unleashed a Black Dragon Soaring Through the Clouds move, unleashing a barrage of claw shadows over a wide area.

But still slow.

It was more than a step too slow.

Before he could even straighten his hand to make his move, the sword had vanished.

'Left side!? Right side!?'

Song Zhanlong hurriedly turned around, trying to anticipate the situation, but he couldn't see any figures at all. He felt as if his internal energy barrier was being pierced wildly, as if there were people and swords everywhere!
Such speed!

Of all the opponents he had ever faced, Baohe Daoist was among the fastest, but even he was slower than the white-masked man before him.

too fast! !

Clang, clang, clang! !
In the alley.

Song Zhanlong's body glowed with a soft white light, while dense golden sparks continuously erupted around him.

Those were sparks flying from the violent collision between the iron sword and the internal force barrier.

As he blocked the way, Song Zhanlong suddenly discovered a crucial point.

'No internal energy? This guy... could he not even be at the Internal Energy Realm yet?!'

He unleashed a flurry of claw strikes to the side, missing his target but at least limiting his opponent's space to attack. But the moment this thought crossed his mind, Song Zhanlong sensed something was wrong.

'No, he probably hasn't reached the internal energy realm where he can extend his weapon yet! To unleash this kind of speed at the very beginning of internal energy cultivation! Where the hell did this freak come from?!?'

He fought and retreated, trying to get out of the alley as quickly as possible.

There were too many obstacles here, making it difficult for him to dodge. His attacks were weakened by the walls, and he could do nothing except break some broken walls.

But after retreating only a dozen meters, the sword fighting around him suddenly stopped.

The silence was so sudden that Song Zhanlong hadn't even adjusted when he suddenly sensed something was wrong.

A chilling, sharp sense of threat suddenly surged from directly behind.

He turned around abruptly and saw that the white-masked figure had been standing behind him for some time.

The other person held a sword in front of him, and in a daze, he saw the other person's lips move slightly under the black cloth, as if saying something.

The next moment, a bright silver light shone.

For a fleeting moment, Song Zhanlong's eyes were completely filled with pure silver.

fast!
too fast! !

The speed at this moment is even faster than before!

Song Zhanlong had never seen anyone so fast.

Weapons were all visible, but no people.

He had only heard of such masters in rumors before, but now he was seeing them for the first time.

laugh! ! !
clang! ! !
The iron sword broke, flew away, and shattered into more than ten pieces, which then pierced into the walls on both sides.

The force of the immense speed sent Song Zhanlong staggering back more than ten steps, his foot sinking into a muddy pit, where he half-knelt on the ground.

"what!!!"

He screamed, covering his face with his left hand, and drops of scarlet blood slowly dripped from between his fingers.

"Get out!! Get away!!"

Overwhelmed by a sense of crisis, he frantically swung his right claw, expending a great deal of internal energy to create claw shadows that covered the area in front of him, in order to prevent the enemy from pursuing him again.

Just a moment ago, his internal energy barrier was violently broken through.

Normally, this damage could be repaired in just half a second, but the problem is that the damaged area is the eyes.

The result was that his eyes were slashed through by a precise shard of iron sword, cut into four pieces.

"Ah!!!" Song Zhanlong frantically waved his claws around, but blinded, he couldn't see that the person who injured him was standing more than ten meters away, holding a bare sword hilt, quietly watching him.

Without a sound, Lin Hui glanced to his right in the distance and sensed a master rapidly approaching. He then turned and vanished into the shadows in an instant.

It was getting dark, and fog was approaching; he needed to allow himself some time to get back.

Song Zhanlong considered him lucky.

Thick skin is indeed hard to kill. After leaving the alley, Lin Hui was still thinking about the fight he had just had.

He had already used the Feather Transformation technique along with the perfect version of the Qingfeng Sword Technique, and with a single move that broke the sword, he barely managed to break through the defense and blind Song Zhanlong.

Is this the strength of a master of internal energy hard skills?

Lin Hui has truly witnessed this. It's only because he has the Feather Transformation effect, which greatly increases his speed, and he also has the perfect version of the Seven-Section Quick Sword and the perfect version of the Qingfeng Sword, both of which provide speed boosts. Otherwise, even if he had practiced the Qingfeng Sword Technique to the Inner Force Realm and reached its peak, he probably wouldn't have been able to do anything to Song Zhanlong.

Lin Hui estimated that even if someone mastered the Qingfeng Sword to its peak and reached the sixth level of internal energy, their speed might not be as fast as his.

He swiftly used his movement technique and returned home in just ten minutes.

In the courtyard, Weiwei, Xiaohu, and the other two were practicing sword moves together.

Ding Ning waited to the side, awaiting instructions.

Lin Hui changed his clothes, put on the Qinghe Sword again, and gave the three of them some pointers before it got dark.

After having dinner inside, everyone went back to their rooms to rest.

Looking back on their previous encounters, Lin Hui recalled how he initially searched for Song Zhanlong's weak point without success, but ultimately delivered a precise blow, striking Song Zhanlong in his most vulnerable spot—his eyes.

No opportunity or time was wasted from beginning to end.

'In the end, my internal energy was also greatly depleted. Plus, Song Zhanlong's only weakness was his eyes. After blinding him, I estimate that unless I completely exhaust his internal energy, I won't be able to kill him in a short time.'

'The killing power is still too weak. If my inner force could extend to the tip of the sword, I could definitely kill this person quickly this time. It doesn't matter if it doesn't break through his defenses, but if I could pierce his eyes a few inches deeper, it would be enough to kill him instantly.'

Lin Hui sat cross-legged on the bed, looking at the jade talisman swaying slightly by the window and the huge, strange shadow constantly moving outside the window, and summarized the areas for improvement in this battle.

As for the seal, it can only be activated through direct contact with the body. As a last resort, he doesn't intend to reveal it unless he is absolutely certain of killing his opponent.

A peaceful night.

Early the next morning.

Lin Hui then went out and headed straight for the Black Dragon Gate headquarters.

Bang!
The huge black plaque was cleaved in two by a single sword strike, crashing to the ground and scattering fine dust.

Before the two Black Dragon Sect disciples guarding the headquarters gate could react, they saw the plaque smashed to the ground and broken, and their expressions changed drastically.

"you you you!!!"

The two men stared at Lin Hui and recognized the Taoist robe he was wearing, which was from Qingfeng Temple.

(End of this chapter)