bookandnovel Chapter 14570 Admitting Defeat Quickly
Chapter 14570 Admitting Defeat Quickly
Ling Xiao's lips curled into a cold smile. Since the other party hesitated, then... he would strike first!
His figure shot out like lightning, using his hand as a knife to tear through the air with a piercing shriek. The demonic intent gathered at his fingertips caused the surrounding temperature to drop sharply, aiming straight for Luo Ying's throat!
Luo Ying's figure transformed again, and in an instant, seven or eight afterimages, indistinguishable from the real ones, surrounded Ling Xiao. Their fingers were like needles and their legs like whips, attacking from all directions. Every move was aimed at the vital points without the slightest hesitation.
Chi Chi Chi!
The air currents in the arena were constantly being torn apart, producing a piercing sound. The two fought with lightning speed, their moves ruthless and concise, all desperate techniques, without a trace of embellishment.
Bloodshot veins appeared in Ling Xiao's eyes, his attacks became increasingly violent, demonic intent surged, and he was like a demon crawling out of hell.
The years of struggling to survive have left their mark on my bones: in life-or-death struggles, it often comes down to who is more ruthless and who is less afraid of death!
After a fierce battle lasting about fifteen minutes, the ancient teleportation array in the distance suddenly began to tremble violently. The array patterns flickered wildly and emitted a buzzing roar. In the center of the array, a pitch-black metal box slowly condensed and emerged, its surface shimmering with a mysterious aura and emanating a chilling aura.
Upon seeing the black box, the scarred man with the scimitar's eyes instantly filled with greedy bloodshot veins. His attacks became increasingly frenzied, and his swordplay became reckless. He was willing to risk injury to break through Su Miao's defenses.
Su Miao gritted her teeth, almost grinding them to powder, refusing to budge an inch... In this desperate situation where resources were scarce, every unknown supply meant a chance to survive, and she would never back down!
Ling Xiao caught a glimpse of the black box and felt a chill run down his spine, knowing that he had to act quickly.
The last remaining power within him erupted with a roar, and demonic intent gathered in his right hand like a tide, condensing into a black blade that shimmered with an eerie light. Wherever the blade passed, subtle ripples appeared in the space, and it transformed into a stream of light that pierced straight into Luo Ying's heart. The afterimages along the way were all shattered under the sharp edge of the demonic blade, leaving them nowhere to hide!
Luo Ying's expression changed slightly, and she retreated hastily, clearly unwilling to take the angry blow head-on.
She was already considering retreating... To fight this reckless demonic cultivator to the death for an unknown resource, even if she won in the end, would inevitably leave her severely injured, and there was no guarantee that someone else wouldn't seize the opportunity. It wasn't worth it!
"Restrain that woman! The stuff is yours!" the scarred man roared urgently, his voice filled with anxiety.
Luo Ying scoffed, her tone dripping with sarcasm: "Fool."
As soon as she finished speaking, she turned around without hesitation, transforming into a black shadow and disappearing into the thick darkness behind her, vanishing without a trace, leaving not even a trace of her presence.
The scarred man's face was ashen, and he glared at Ling Xiao with a venomous look that seemed to pierce through him: "You little bastard, I'll remember you!" With that, he turned to leave, clearly not wanting to linger any longer.
"Did I let you go?"
Ling Xiao's figure appeared like a ghost, instantly blocking his way. Enveloped in demonic intent, his tone was icy and chilling.
The scarred man grinned maliciously, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes. He swung his curved blade in a wide arc, creating a chilling arc of light, and slashed down with the force of splitting mountains and shattering rocks, intending to cut Ling Xiao in two!
Ling Xiao neither dodged nor evaded. Only at the last moment, when the blade was about to touch his body, did he turn to the side as lightly as a willow catkin. The blade barely grazed his clothes, leaving a wisp of fabric behind.
At the same time, he suddenly had a dry branch in his hand, and with a swift stroke, he slashed at his opponent's waist and abdomen with extreme speed!
The scarred man reacted swiftly, abruptly withdrawing his blade to parry with the heavy blade.
"Keng!"
The clang of metal against metal was deafening. A tremendous force traveled along the blade, instantly splitting the scarred man's hand and splattering blood. The curved blade nearly flew out of his hand, and he staggered back several steps, his blood churning.
Ling Xiao pressed his advantage relentlessly, leaping into the air and unleashing a barrage of palm strikes. Though the palm winds lacked immense power, they contained the combat experience accumulated through countless reincarnations. Each strike was unpredictable and cunning, sealing off all of his opponent's escape routes and relentlessly pursuing him like a leech.
The scarred man turned pale with horror, roared, gripped his knife with both hands and slashed down with all his might, trying to break through the opponent's skill with brute force and fight his way out.
Ling Xiao's wrist twitched slightly, and his right hand shot out like a nimble snake, precisely catching the tip of the downward-slashing blade.
With a soft clang, the immense, unparalleled blade energy vanished without a trace, like a mud ox sinking into the sea. Immediately afterward, a subtle and unpredictable internal force traveled along the blade, penetrating the scarred man's arms and burrowing into his meridians like a maggot clinging to bones!
"puff!"
The scarred man could no longer hold the scimitar; the weapon flew from his hand and landed on a distant rock with a buzzing sound.
He tried to retreat, but Ling Xiao's right hand, radiating terrifying demonic intent, had already gripped his throat like an iron clamp. The five fingers slowly tightened, and the demonic intent seeped in through the fingertips, making his whole body ice cold, and even the strength to struggle was rapidly draining away.
The scarred man was drenched in cold sweat, which slid down his cheeks. He stared intently at Ling Xiao, his eyes filled with fear and pleading: "Demon Soul... You are a senior in the Demon Soul Realm! I have been very rude just now. I beg you to show mercy! I am willing to offer my entire fortune to buy my worthless life!"
Ling Xiao raised an eyebrow slightly. This guy admits defeat very quickly.
Su Miao's voice came at the right time, carrying a hint of coldness: "Killing him will give us the same resources he possesses, and it will also eliminate any future trouble..."
"Give me the things, and you can leave."
Ling Xiao interrupted Su Miao, his gaze falling indifferently on the scarred man, his tone revealing neither joy nor anger.
He wasn't a bloodthirsty person, and he didn't want to kill easily unless absolutely necessary... In this unfamiliar and desperate situation, no one knew if the other party had any hidden trump cards or what terrifying forces were behind them, so it was better to avoid trouble.
Su Miao opened her mouth, but ultimately said nothing more. She simply gripped her sword tightly and warily watched her surroundings.
Scarface felt as if he had been granted a pardon, and breathed a sigh of relief. His complexion instantly regained some color, and he hurriedly took off the storage ring on his finger and threw it to Ling Xiao without hesitation, fearing that being even a second too slow would bring about his death.
"get out."
Ling Xiao took the storage ring, scanned its contents with his fingertip, glanced at the scarred man, and said in an icy tone, "It's best if something like this doesn't happen again. If I encounter this again, it won't be as easy as it was this time."
"Thank you so much, Brother Ling, for sparing my life! My name is Zhang Ming. I will never forget your kindness today." The scarred man bowed deeply, his forehead still damp with cold sweat, but his eyes were full of fervent gratitude...
Being able to defeat him, Ling Xiao was no ordinary person. He genuinely wanted to forge this good relationship. "Brother Ling, may I ask your name? If there is an opportunity in the future, I will definitely repay you."
"Ling Xiao."
The two words are concise and cold, without a trace of superfluous emotion.
Zhang Ming quickly responded, "Brother Ling," his gaze sweeping rapidly over Su Miao beside him. His Adam's apple bobbed, and he lowered his voice, leaning close to Ling Xiao's ear, his tone grave:
"Brother Ling, that woman is far more complex than she appears. If you travel with her, please be extremely cautious. I have other matters to attend to, so I must take my leave now!" (End of Chapter)