12dz Chapter 100 Swords and Blades Clash with Zhang Qing: Will a Dilemma Lead to Success?
Chapter 100 Swords and Blades Clash with Zhang Qing: Will a Dilemma Lead to Success?
At that moment, one person rushed forward without hesitation, blocking Zhao Lingfeng's path. At the same time, his longsword was quickly drawn, the blade humming as a sword aura flew out and collided fiercely with Li Ming's sword aura.
With a loud clang, sparks flew and the surrounding air was distorted by the force of the impact.
"Brother Li, it would be unwise to antagonize the Flying Cloud Sect for the sake of a Foundation Establishment stage youth."
After blocking Li Ming's attack, Zhang Qing's expression turned solemn, and he spoke coldly. He and Li Ming were both outstanding young talents in Huaguo and knew each other.
Upon hearing this, Li Ming's face revealed a hint of sarcasm.
He had already spotted Zhang Qing, and he had met Zhao Lingfeng a few times as well. In the past, he might have been more polite. But now there was no need to talk about friendship, and besides, he didn't have any deep connections with the Feiyun Sect. The key point was that these guys dared to offend their master, Han Yi, so he wouldn't be so ruthless. His life was in Han Yi's hands, and he wouldn't let this opportunity to impress Han Yi slip by for these people.
Without saying a word, Li Ming brandished his long sword again, like a serpent emerging from its hole, aiming straight for Zhang Qing's neck.
His swordplay was swift as a storm, fierce as a hungry tiger, with tricky angles, seemingly flawless. Zhang Qing was no ordinary man either; his eyes flashed with cold light, and in a swift sidestep, he moved like a swallow piercing the clouds, easily deflecting the deadly attack. Then, his longsword danced like silver light, attacking Li Ming like a torrential downpour, each strike containing a surge of spiritual energy, seemingly capable of piercing gold and splitting stone. The two exchanged blows, like two dragons playing with a pearl, their moves fiercely matched, a battle so intense that it drew gasps of admiration from the spectators.
Seeing that ordinary sword techniques could not gain the upper hand, Zhang Qing's eyes turned fierce, and he unleashed his signature sword technique—the Netherworld Thrust.
In an instant, the sword was enveloped in a layer of deep black light, which seemed to come from the deepest hell, extremely eerie, and the surrounding temperature dropped sharply, as if winter was coming.
After gathering his strength, he thrust his sword forward with a sudden burst of power. A black sword aura hurtled towards Li Ming with lightning speed and thunderous force. Wherever it passed, the air was torn apart like a fragile cicada's wing, emitting a whooshing sound, like the wailing of a demon.
Upon seeing this, Li Ming's expression changed slightly, and he also unleashed his sword technique—the Mad Sword Dance.
His spiritual power surged, then flowed into the sword like rivers flowing into the sea. The longsword in his hand transformed into a stream of light and shadow, rapidly swinging forward. In an instant, countless sword shadows appeared, as dense as autumn leaves swept away by the wind, and as dazzling as stars, clashing fiercely with Zhang Qing's unstoppable Netherworld Thrust.
With a deafening roar, like a thunderclap, a powerful energy surge emanated from the two individuals, spreading outwards like a raging torrent.
The surrounding trees were suddenly ravaged by the gale, blown about and twisted, and a huge crater was blasted into the ground, with dust flying everywhere and blocking out the sun.
After being struck by the powerful recoil, Li Ming was thrown back several feet like a bird with a broken wing. A trickle of blood escaped from the corner of his mouth, and his face was slightly pale, but his gaze remained resolute. Zhang Qing remained standing firmly in place, only slightly panting, a hint of pride flashing in his eyes. His victory had greatly boosted his confidence, and he stood proudly.
"Li Ming, with your initial Core Formation cultivation, you are no match for me. I advise you not to be reckless."
He seemed to have found confidence in Li Ming and began to feel smug, with a slight upturn at the corners of his mouth and a hint of contempt in his eyes.
However, his smugness vanished in an instant. Lu Xuefeng slowly emerged from the crowd; his imposing figure and steady, powerful strides exuded an overwhelming sense of pressure. He walked up to Li Ming and shoved him behind him.
"Useless trash! Go watch from the back!"
Lu Xuefeng spoke coldly, his voice low and hoarse, carrying an undeniable air of authority.
He has always admired the strong, and he looked down on Li Ming's performance from the bottom of his heart.
Of course, he didn't take Zhang Qing seriously either. Although both of them had reached the initial stage of Core Formation, Lu Xuefeng had rich combat experience and a bloodthirsty ruthlessness. He was confident that he could easily overpower Zhang Qing.
"You're here too!"
The moment Zhang Qing saw Lu Xuefeng appear before him, his face turned deathly pale, and a hint of fear flashed in his eyes.
He could remain calm when facing Li Ming before; but now, seeing Lu Xuefeng, he felt a little intimidated.
In all the martial arts competitions between the various sects over the years, he had never been able to defeat the person in front of him, and each time he was beaten badly.
“I’m here too!”
Just then, Tuoba Xun'er mischievously popped her head out from the crowd. She looked at Zhang Qing with a wicked smile, her eyes sparkling with playful light, like a little fox that had spotted its prey.
"Xun'er...Miss..."
Zhang Qing subconsciously tightened his grip on the long sword, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
He knew in his heart that Tuoba Xun'er was much stronger than Lu Xuefeng, and now she was on the other side. What could he do? Tuoba Xun'er alone could wipe out the three of them. What was the point of fighting? A deep regret welled up in his heart. He regretted that he should not have come for revenge. Now he was really in a desperate situation.
“Xun’er…Miss, our two sects have always maintained peace, and there is absolutely no need for us to turn against each other with swords.”
Zhang Qingqiang tried to remain calm and reason with Tuoba Xun'er, but his voice trembled slightly, betraying his inner fear.
"What if I insist on attacking you?"
Tuoba Xun'er tilted her head and asked Zhang Qing a question. As she spoke, Lu Xuefeng, Po Yue, Wang Weiwei, and Li Ming had already tacitly surrounded Zhao Qing and his group, forming a circle around them.
The four men's eyes were filled with murderous intent, as if they were looking at lambs to the slaughter.
"Four Core Formation Realm cultivators and one half-step Core Formation Realm cultivator?"
Zhang Qing scanned the area; the situation was dire. His eyes grew even more sinister.
He had been wondering how Han Yi, a young man who had just established his foundation, could be accompanied by such a large group of experts more powerful than him. Now that Tuoba Xun'er had appeared, it cleared up his doubts. With Tuoba Xun'er's strength and charm, it was not unreasonable for her to have such a large group of Foundation Establishment cultivators and several Core Formation experts with her.
Pretty boy! Freeloader! That's how Zhang Qing defined Han Yi.
In this situation, we definitely can't win by fighting head-on; we need to find a way to escape.
Zhang Qing's eyes searched around for a breakthrough, only to find that Han Yi, one of the parties involved, was leaning against the wall not far away, leisurely eating stewed meat, completely ignoring them.
Beside Han Yi was a fat man who was deboning and cutting meat and adding ingredients to his bowl from time to time. Han Yi, on the other hand, was engrossed in eating, wolfing down pieces of fragrant stewed meat. His gluttonous eating habits were nothing like those of a young master from a wealthy family.
"That brat Han Yi, what kind of skill is it to hide behind a woman? If you have the guts, come out and fight us one-on-one. I won't bully you, I'll have my brothers fight you."
Enraged, Zhang Qing pointed at Han Yi and shouted. He was convinced that Han Yi had sold his body to become Tuoba Xun'er's male concubine for his own safety, which was why he was so fearless.
He wanted to use reverse psychology to force Han Yi to fight the enemy himself, hoping that there might still be a glimmer of hope.
A one-on-one fight with Han Yi? The crowd was initially stunned, then their expressions varied and fascinating. Some stared in disbelief, thinking they'd misheard; others couldn't help but chuckle, their lips curving upwards like ripples on a lake in spring, their smiles tinged with mockery and sarcasm; Wang Weiwei frowned, her expression grave, seemingly feeling sorry for this arrogant fool, after all, he hadn't actually clashed with Han Yi; he was only implicated by Zhao Lingfeng.
For a moment, the expressions on everyone's faces resembled a colorful painting, adding a unique atmosphere to the murderous land.
"Is he alright? Chasing after the young master? Is he afraid his own brothers aren't dying fast enough?"
Among the crowd, some whispered among themselves. Those who followed Han Yi knew all too well his strength. He was a peerless prodigy who could fight against a Nascent Soul beast and severely injure it with his own power.
"Even the King of Hell can't stop a ghost who's courting death, so why should we worry about him? Just wait and see how the young master takes care of his brother in one move."
"One move? In my opinion, let alone his brother, he himself wouldn't be able to withstand even half a move!" The two couldn't help but show their sarcasm, and then looked at Zhang Qing, who was still unaware of what was happening, with pity.