All Heavens: A Role-Playing System Starting from Tianlong

Before Zhang Cheng could finish speaking, his sword had already thrust out.

The sword light was as white as snow, pointing straight at Ye Erniang's throat.

It was too late to dodge at this moment, so Ye Erniang had no choice but to hurriedly draw a pair of broad, thin broadswords from her waist and try to parry.

Zhang Cheng had previously absorbed all of Yun Zhonghe's internal energy, and now he was launching a surprise attack with his sword. Ye Erniang had only hastily grabbed a weapon to defend herself, so how could she possibly win?

The longsword flashed by, instantly severing four fingers of her right hand that were gripping the knife to block, and then smoothly slashed a deep, bone-revealing wound on her right arm, which she barely managed to parry with her left-hand dagger.

Using the force of the fight, Ye Erniang took several steps back, creating distance between herself and Zhang Cheng.

At this moment, she only has her thumb left on her right hand, which is no different from having lost an arm.

Ye Erniang's face was deathly pale. She endured the excruciating pain, gripped her knife in her left hand to protect herself, and confronted Zhang Cheng.

She knew that even Yun Zhonghe, with his superb lightness skill, had been defeated by the other party, and that her own lightness skill was inferior to that of the fourth brother, so there was no way she could escape.

Only by fighting desperately and holding out until the boss arrives will there be a glimmer of hope.

Zhang Cheng could naturally see that Ye Erniang was stalling for time, but he didn't care.

Not to mention that as a time traveler, he has information about Duan Yanqing's son; even if he can't persuade the other party, he still has several "once a day" abilities that he hasn't used yet—if it really comes down to a fight, he might not be afraid of him.

However, even so, it would be better to deal with this one before Duan Yanqing arrives.

Zhang Cheng's sword stance shifted, and his attack suddenly intensified.

Ye Erniang's hand skills were far superior to Yun Zhonghe's, but at this moment, all four fingers of her right hand were severed, and the wound on her right arm was still bleeding, greatly reducing her combat power.

Zhang Cheng focused his attacks on her injured side, each strike faster than the last.

Ye Erniang struggled to support herself with a single sword in her left hand, her body constantly retreating, but she could never shake off the ever-present sword blade.

"laugh--"

A sword wound to the left shoulder.

"laugh--"

A sword wound to the right leg.

"laugh--"

He was struck again in the ribs.

In just over ten exchanges, Ye Erniang sustained four or five new wounds.

If Zhang Cheng hadn't been eyeing her internal energy and wanted to capture her alive to absorb it, he would have had the chance to kill her with a single sword strike.

Finally, at the moment when the two clashed again, Zhang Cheng flipped his wrist.

The longsword twisted and spun along the blade, then with a swift motion, sliced ​​off Ye Erniang's left wrist with a "swoosh!"

"ah--!"

Blood splattered, and the steel knife fell to the ground. Ye Erniang staggered backward; both her hands were now useless, and she had no strength left to fight back.

Zhang Cheng stepped forward, his left claw reaching out to grab her shoulder—

Just then! A whooshing sound suddenly rose from behind! The [Danger Omen] also gave a warning!

Zhang Cheng, disregarding the capture of Ye Erniang, shifted his feet and twisted his body to the side.

"laugh--"

An invisible force of energy grazed past his ribs and struck the ground several feet away. With a muffled "poof," a deep hole, about the thickness of a finger, appeared out of thin air in the ground, with wisps of blue smoke rising from its edge.

One-Finger Divine Skill.

Zhang Cheng steadied himself and said loudly, "Brother Duan, or should I call you Prince Yanqing?"

You've gathered these men only to seize the throne of Dali. Ye Erniang is now a cripple; why would you make an enemy of me for a pawn that has lost its usefulness?

After he finished speaking, the forest remained silent.

But the next moment——

"laugh!"

Another invisible finger force pierced through the air and arrived!

Zhang Cheng dodged to the side, but the finger struck the tree trunk behind him, leaving a charred hole.

Immediately afterwards, the third, the fourth... finger strikes came one after another!

Zhang Cheng listened intently while dodging the attack.

The One-Finger Divine Skill is colorless and formless, making it extremely difficult to defend against. Fortunately, he had exceptional hearing and could discern the location from the subtle sound of it cutting through the air, allowing him to evade in advance.

During a pause in the finger movements, a voice came from all directions.

The sound was like iron grinding against stone, hoarse and rough, without any inflection or variation, and its location was indistinguishable.

"Whether Ye Erniang is a cripple or not is a matter for me to decide, not for you."

Since you know that I intend to gather my forces and reclaim the throne, you should understand—

If I abandon my second mother today because of your words, who will be willing to die for me in the future?

As Zhang Cheng continued to approach Ye Erniang, he replied:

"Brother Duan, what you're saying is really interesting. You're protecting people like Ye Erniang and Yun Zhonghe, so what kind of capable people can you attract? Over the years, you've probably offended more people than you've won over."

Even if I were to seize the throne and reveal my identity to the world, it would only bring disgrace and ruin to the Dali Duan family.

He swiftly dodged another finger strike. "Oh, right. With your current behavior, I think you shouldn't even think about Guanyin Bodhisattva under the Bodhi tree outside Tianlong Temple back then."

As soon as these words were spoken, the sound of something cutting through the air in the forest suddenly stopped.

This meal happened in the blink of an eye. But for Zhang Cheng, it was enough.

He pushed off with his feet and lunged at Ye Erniang like an arrow.

Seeing Zhang Cheng rushing towards her, Ye Erniang forced out a kick at him, wanting to make a last-ditch effort.

However, she only started practicing her kung fu after she was in her twenties, and her current skill level is entirely due to the highly advanced secret manual left behind by her old lover.

But how can someone who started halfway through life expect to be proficient in everything? Her legwork is clearly far inferior to her swordsmanship.

Zhang Cheng easily dodged her attack, then grabbed her cheek, preventing her from speaking.

Then, I activated the Northern Darkness Divine Art at full power!

Internal energy began to surge from Ye Erniang's body into Zhang Cheng's meridians like a tidal wave.

Just then, a figure in blue appeared in front of the manor gate. The man leaned on two iron canes, wore a blue robe, and had a long beard that reached his chest.

His face was covered in scars, his muscles were twisted, and his features were completely ruined, making it impossible to recognize him.

It was none other than Duan Yanqing, the leader of the Four Evils, whose "evil deeds were beyond measure".

He stopped three zhang in front of Zhang Cheng, his eyes fixed on Zhang Cheng, and slowly spoke:

"How did you learn about what happened back then?"

"It's none of your business how I found out—" Now that Zhang Cheng has Yun Zhonghe's internal energy, the absorption power of the Beiming Divine Skill has greatly increased. In just a short while, he has absorbed nearly half of Ye Erniang's internal energy.

He was preparing to argue with Duan Yanqing for a while longer, to absorb all of Ye Erniang's internal energy before making any further plans, but unexpectedly, something unexpected happened halfway through his conversation.

A sudden, intense warning signal exploded in his mind, sending chills down his spine.

Zhang Cheng turned around abruptly and saw a dark shadow shoot out from the forest and instantly appear beside him.

Without thinking twice, he twisted his body and swung his sword.

The man was tall and imposing, dressed in black and masked, and possessed extraordinary martial arts skills.

Zhang Cheng's hasty thrust was dodged by him, and then his left palm struck Zhang Cheng's chest!

"Bang—!" A tremendous force pierced through his chest, and Zhang Cheng felt his internal organs shudder as he was sent flying backward.

As the masked man struck out with his palm, his right hand darted out, and taking advantage of Zhang Cheng's backward flight, he snatched Ye Erniang from his grasp.

Duan Yanqing was deeply concerned about Zhang Cheng's earlier words, and upon seeing Zhang Cheng being attacked, he immediately stepped in to stop him. However, he was too caught up in his own emotions and realized something was amiss by the time he did.

Only then did the power of the One-Finger Divine Skill finally burst forth!

The masked man swayed, dodging the finger strike, and used the momentum to retreat several feet.

He glanced down at Ye Erniang in his hand, casually pressed a few acupoints to stop the bleeding, then knocked her unconscious with a palm strike and tossed her to the ground.