After all, these were just two ordinary longswords, very ordinary. To be honest, the fact that these longswords had held up until now was only because Qing Yu had always protected them with True Qi while using them. Even so, they were already unable to withstand any more.
Likewise, Heiqi Longzhisuke had noticed this situation. The damage to his enemy’s weapons had given him a glimpse of victory. Encouraged by this, his previously faltering Sword Force surged once more. Heiqi Longzhisuke unleashed his final reserve of strength.
Soon, under Heiqi Longzhisuke’s deliberate targeting, the longswords shattered, scattering into over a dozen fragnts.
"I will kill you," Heiqi Longzhisuke shouted excitedly, his eyes bloodshot as his katana ca slashing down, intending to cleave Qing Yu in two.
In the blink of an eye, fortunes reversed, and the threat of death lood over Qing Yu.
Facing such an imdiately fatal predicant, Qing Yu released the now useless sword handle and opened his hands, as if embracing the impending death.
"Innate Gang Qi."
With a loud shout, a solid mass of invisible Gang Qi gathered between his hands. The extrely yin and soft Innate Gang Qi solidified the falling katana and the dozen or so longsword fragnts that were about to hit the ground.
"Not... dead!!" Heiqi Longzhisuke scread at the top of his lungs, his katana pressing down with all his might.
However, reality always diverges from human will. The katana pressed down a few inches, reaching right in front of Qing Yu’s brow, but could go no further, stalled mid-air by the overwhelmingly powerful Innate Gang Qi.
"Go!"
Cupping his hands together, the invisible Innate Gang Qi erupted, swirling with the shattered blades, piercing Heiqi Longzhisuke like a wasp nest.
Heiqi Longzhisuke was now on the brink of death, the powerless katana that had hung before Qing Yu’s brow was swept back by the Innate Gang Qi, flipping over, the blade spiraling up before plunging into Heiqi Longzhisuke’s forehead. Still carrying its montum, it pinned him to the ground.
"The reversal between life and death is always so sudden!"
Qing Yu looked at Heiqi Longzhisuke, whose eyes were wide open in death. He, who had first appeared so composed, now seed particularly ferocious, his unwilling eyes filled with despair.
After all, when faced with death, isn’t everyone afraid?
Especially given that Heiqi Longzhisuke had faced several drastic ups and downs in a short period of ti, each ti with hope rising and being shattered anew. Even the so-called Japanese samurai’s "contempt for death" couldn’t prevent the sudden surge of fear and unwillingness in Heiqi Longzhisuke’s heart.
"You were so close to succeeding," Qing Yu said, a strand of hair falling over his forehead, sliced off by the Blade Energy from the katana that had almost reached his head. That ferocious final blow had almost broken through Qing Yu’s Innate Gang Qi, just barely.
After delivering his victory speech over the enemy’s body, Qing Yu turned to check the situation of the others.
Luo Yan had already disappeared without a trace. Judging from the open dungeon door, he ultimately failed to stop these nocturnal assassins from breaking into the dungeon. Luo Yan might have called out to Qing Yu when he entered the dungeon, but now Qing Yu had no hearing and could only express helplessly that he couldn’t hear a thing.
At this mont, the dungeon must be bustling with activity. Those Black-clothed n probably didn’t expect that Bu Lengchuan, seemingly gravely injured, had long since recovered and was waiting for them inside the dungeon.
Coupled with Luo Yan, who had later led reinforcents for the encirclent, it would be quite a chaotic battle.
Qing Yu paused to catch his breath, recovering so of the True Qi he had depleted.
After a great battle and having closely faced death, Qing Yu did not feel the lingering horror of a narrow escape from death. Instead, he felt his True Qi flowing smoothly, and his spirit had beco even more harmonious.
Due to past experiences, Qing Yu had a strong fear of death, which was very detrintal to his Martial Arts cultivation. As a Martial Artist, you can resist death and not wish for it, but you cannot be afraid of it.
So things, the more you fear them, the more you cannot prevent their arrival.
And now, after facing death, Qing Yu began to dispel the fear of death that lingered in his heart. This was not only a cultivation of Qing Yu’s psychological resilience but also a result of the efficacy of the "Heavenly Human Rebirth Technique."
The establishnt of the "Heavenly Human Rebirth Technique" bore two initial considerations: the first was to allow one’s True Qi cultivation to catch up with one’s spiritual state, and the second was to remove the negative impact in one’s heart, enabling oneself to move forward better. Throughout his persistent practice, Qing Yu had eliminated the restlessness and insanity that ca from being confined for years; and now, he turned to address the fear of death within his mindset.
After regulating his breath for a mont, with the aid of "Qi Dual Flow," Qing Yu’s True Qi had recovered to eighty or ninety percent of its full strength, which no longer hindered him from combat, so he entered the underground dungeon.
...
Inside the underground dungeon.
Bu Leng Chuan, panting heavily, bore a relieved smile on his face, which was usually fervent in battle. He complained sowhat resentfully to Luo Yan, who ca to aid, "Sending down two experts almost got killed."
Luo Yan was also quite helpless, "There’s nothing I can do, Brother ng was held up by a Japanese samurai who appeared suddenly, and he hasn’t co down yet. The fact that I could co down already took a lot of effort. The enemy is truly brazen to delay for such a long ti. However, this shows that there’s definitely a problem with so people."
The Black-clothed n’s sudden attack on the dungeon had lasted for quite so ti already, and the commotion was about to spread. All this while, there were no signs of the Six Gates constables from Linchuan Prefecture, which inevitably raised suspicions about Lin Tengyuan’s stance.
At this ti, one of the two Black-clothed experts who entered the dungeon spoke to Luo Yan and Bu Leng Chuan in a heavy voice: "Luo Yan, Bu Leng Chuan, the overall situation is set. You can’t stop us. Once Heiqi Longzhi has slain that unknown expert, therewith three against two, you’ll have even less chance of winning. Why not hand over the people in the cell to us? We’ll each take our own path under the sky, how about it?"
"It seems you have much confidence in that Japanese samurai. Why hasn’t he co down yet?" Luo Yan said with a smirk, "Looking at your weapons, they don’t appear to be what Japanese people use. If you surrender now, we might still spare your lives."
Faced with Luo Yan’s offer of surrender, the other party remained silent, raising their weapons—clearly, negotiations had failed.
"Hopefully, once you are subdued, you’ll still have the mindset to talk about chances of winning," Bu Leng Chuan said with a bloodthirsty smile on his face.
Just as the battle was about to start again, a sudden change occurred on the ground not far from Bu Leng Chuan.
A corpse, which appeared to be dead, suddenly leaped up, stabbing a short dagger towards Bu Leng Chuan’s waist.
"Attack," one of the Black-clothed n opposite ordered.
Before the words fell, he launched an attack on Luo Yan, engaging with the Black-clothed Man faking death and restraining both Luo Yan and his partner.
And another Black-clothed expert’s body sank into the ground—a man wielding a longsword native to the Central Plains—he also knew the Japanese Ninja’s Earth Tunneling Technique.
The ground slightly undulated as this man took advantage of Luo Yan being held back to quickly infiltrate the cell holding ten Japanese individuals.
To guard against attacks, the other prisoners in the dungeon had already been transferred to prevent an uproar when the ti ca; hence the ten cells were clearly distinguished, indicating human presence.
The Black-clothed expert shot up from beneath the cell floor, his longsword swinging to end the lives of the ten Japanese individuals. He feared no mistake in identity, for the identities of these ten Japanese had already been covertly confird, ruling out the possibility of anyone impersonating them.
However, soone acted faster than the Black-clothed Man. The mont he erged from underground, the ten Japanese n had already risen, the shackles on their hands and feet falling away as though they did not exist as they moved.
Then, ten pairs of vacant eyes glowed with a fierce murderous intent; they simultaneously attacked the Black-clothed Man who had appeared so unexpectedly.
Outnumbered, especially by those who had launched a surprise attack.
One of the Japanese n bound the Black-clothed Man’s longsword with his own body, while the remaining Japanese n sward him with agility that belied the appearance of prisoners who hadn’t eaten well for days.
What’s more, several of them launched silver needles, embedding them into the Black-clothed Man’s pressure points.
In an instant, they had impeccably subdued him.
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