bookrebus Chapter 723 Cold Blade Weeps Blood: Lin Muxue's Naive Struggle
Chapter 723 Cold Blade Weeps Blood: Lin Muxue's Naive Struggle
Lin Muxue's heart sank to the bottom.
Her opponent didn't take her seriously at all! The so-called "opportunity" was nothing but a cat-and-mouse game! Survive ten moves? Did she have the confidence to survive ten moves against a peak Earth Realm expert?
She had no doubt that the other party could easily take her life at any time if they wanted to.
Escape? With the enemy locking onto her, she had no chance of escape.
Begging for mercy? Given the coldness and murderous intent displayed by the other party, it would likely only bring deeper humiliation and a faster death.
Then, the only option left is... war!
Despite knowing the odds were slim, and despite the fear that filled her heart, Lin Muxue's eyes became incredibly resolute at this moment. She was Lin Muxue, the Lin family's once-in-a-century genius, a martial artist who had reached the Great Perfection of the Earth Realm! She could die, but she could not die without dignity!
Even if it means death, she will fight to the last moment and let the other side know that she, Lin Muxue, is not a lamb to be slaughtered!
She took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down and suppress the fear and tension in her heart. She focused all her attention on her opponent. This was the strongest and most dangerous enemy she had ever faced. She had to go all out, use her most powerful skills, and perhaps… there was still a glimmer of hope?
"Since you insist, senior, then this junior... will respectfully comply!"
Lin Muxue's voice, though still trembling slightly, was filled with determination. She stopped retreating, her feet slightly apart, standing firmly in place, the longsword in her hand fully drawn, a sharp, cold light piercing through the pervasive mist.
Her aura reached its peak at this moment. She unleashed her cultivation at the Great Perfection of the Earth Realm without reservation, subtly resisting the opponent's overwhelming aura. Although it seemed somewhat weak, it was exceptionally tenacious.
Seeing the resolute look in Lin Muxue's eyes, the middle-aged man's mockery deepened, but a hint of barely perceptible interest also appeared in his eyes.
"This is interesting. Let's... begin."
As soon as he finished speaking, he didn't even strike a pose, remaining casually standing there as if waiting for Lin Muxue's attack.
Lin Muxue knew that this was a "favor" from the other party, but also the greatest contempt for her.
But she had no time to be angry, nor did she have the right to be. Seizing this fleeting opportunity, her eyes narrowed, and the internal energy within her surged like a raging river into the longsword in her hand!
"Twinkling stars!"
The sword tip sliced through the air with a sharp whistling sound, and countless points of cold light converged into a sharp blade, aimed directly at the middle-aged man's chest. Lin Muxue poured all her inner strength into this sword strike without reservation; its speed and power were at the peak level she could currently achieve.
This sword strike embodies her years of arduous practice and understanding of the Lin family sword technique; it is a manifestation of her confidence and her hope for survival.
However, the middle-aged man's expression remained unchanged in the face of this earth-shattering sword strike, his eyes still cold and indifferent.
Just as the sword tip was about to touch him, he moved.
His movements were so slow that every detail was clearly visible to Lin Muxue. He simply raised his right hand casually, his index and middle fingers together, and seemingly lightly touched the tip of Lin Muxue's sword.
There was no overwhelming momentum, no sharp and powerful energy; everything seemed so calm and breezy.
But a strong sense of unease welled up in Lin Muxue's heart! Her sword seemed to be drawn by an invisible force, and the originally cunning and ruthless angle became somewhat sluggish!
"Ding!"
A clear, metallic clang rang out, like jade striking jade, echoing through the silent valley.
The middle-aged man's two fingers landed precisely on the tip of Lin Muxue's sword!
A tremendous force, like a tsunami, surged through the sword!
Lin Muxue felt an irresistible force surge into her arm, instantly causing her tiger's mouth to split open and bleed profusely! The long sword in her hand almost flew out of her grasp.
A hint of panic flashed in Lin Muxue's eyes; she realized she had encountered an extremely powerful opponent. Her lack of combat experience left her somewhat at a loss when facing the middle-aged man's attacks.
She tried to counter with the techniques she had learned, but found them utterly ineffective against the middle-aged man. Her swordplay, though sharp, lacked variation and flexibility, making it easy for her opponent to anticipate and counter.
As the battle progressed, Lin Muxue's breathing became increasingly rapid, and fine beads of sweat began to appear on her forehead. Her movements became stiff, and each swing of her sword appeared somewhat labored.
The middle-aged man easily dealt with Lin Muxue's attacks, his eyes remaining cold and calm. His movements were concise and effective, each strike containing immense power.
Lin Muxue grew increasingly anxious. She knew she had to find a way to defeat her opponent as soon as possible, otherwise she would be unable to overcome this powerful enemy. However, her lack of experience and skill left her feeling powerless when facing such a formidable opponent.
Lin Muxue once again used the peerless sword technique passed down by the Lin family priests, which was taught to her by her sister Lin Wei. She used the move "The Great River Flows East!" The entire sword shadow enveloped the middle-aged man, but unexpectedly, when the other party slashed with his long sword, her sword shadow instantly shattered, and her own tiger's mouth was numb from the shock!
Lin Muxue's eyes widened, her face filled with disbelief. She had never imagined that her desperate sword strike would be so easily neutralized by the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man's movements appeared slow, but in reality, they contained endless mysteries. His fingers seemed to possess a magical power, easily controlling Lin Muxue's swordplay. Lin Muxue tried to struggle, but her strength seemed so insignificant in front of the middle-aged man.
With a light tap of his finger on the tip of Lin Muxue's longsword, the middle-aged man's swordplay instantly shattered. She lost her balance and staggered forward a few steps. However, the middle-aged man gave her no chance to catch her breath; he swiftly closed in, appearing before Lin Muxue like a ghost.
Lin Muxue turned around in terror, trying to swing her sword to defend herself, but her movements had become slow and clumsy. The middle-aged man easily dodged her attack, and at the same time, he swung his palm, striking Lin Muxue hard in the chest.
In the end, under the middle-aged man's fierce attack, which was like a storm, Lin Muxue's seemingly indestructible defense was instantly shattered!
With a deafening crash, Lin Muxue's body flew backward like a cannonball, then slammed heavily onto the hard ground. The impact was so violent that it made everyone hold their breath in suspense.
A trickle of crimson blood slowly seeped from the corner of her mouth, its vivid color a stark contrast to her pale face. And in her eyes, the former resolve and defiance had been replaced by despair and resentment.
It's worth mentioning that Lin Muxue's figure is practically perfect, a masterpiece of nature. Her breasts are perky and high, like two mountain peaks reaching into the clouds, drawing everyone's attention; while her slender waist is only 38 centimeters long, seemingly so small that it could be grasped in one hand. Such proportions are truly astonishing.
However, the stunning beauty of Lin Muxue failed to attract the slightest attention from the middle-aged man. His eyes were filled only with hatred and murderous intent towards her, as if she were his mortal enemy. Without hesitation, he unleashed another palm strike, a blow as heavy as a thousand pounds, carrying boundless power, aimed directly at Lin Muxue's chest!
In an instant, Lin Muxue's body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, utterly powerless. A mouthful of blood spurted from her mouth, blooming like a crimson flower in the air, its color both poignant and vibrant. Then, her body crashed heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust, as if the entire world trembled at her fall.
Lin Muxue struggled to get up, but her body had been severely injured and she was unable to move. Her eyes were filled with despair and resentment; she couldn't understand why she had been so easily defeated by the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man slowly walked to Lin Muxue's side, looking down at her. His face showed no pity, only indifference and ruthlessness.
"You're too inexperienced, little girl," the middle-aged man said calmly. "In this cruel world, only strength is the foundation of survival. It's impressive that you've reached the Great Perfection of the Earth Realm at such a young age, but unfortunately, you've offended me!"
The middle-aged man slowly drew his longsword, its blade gleaming with a cold light, as if proclaiming the approach of death. His eyes, like those of a venomous snake, were fixed intently on Lin Muxue.
Lin Muxue's eyes widened, brimming with tears that flowed like a burst dam. Her lips trembled slightly as she uttered a low, desperate plea:
"Please, don't kill me... I know I've offended you, please forgive me..."
Her voice was filled with fear and pleading, as if she were begging the middle-aged man for mercy. Every word seemed to be squeezed from her broken heart, carrying a humble pleas and helplessness. "I still have unfinished dreams... I've been working hard to give my family a better life. I haven't achieved my ideals yet. Please, give me a chance to live, to finish these unfinished things..."
Her vision blurred with tears, and the middle-aged man before her became indistinct, but she could still feel the cold weapon in his hand. "I know I made a mistake, and I'm willing to take responsibility, but please don't punish me this way... I will change and become a better person. Please, let me go..." Lin Muxue's pleas grew increasingly humble, her body trembling with fear and despair, her breasts heaving with terror.
Surprisingly, the middle-aged man stood there expressionless, his eyes like a stagnant pool, devoid of any ripples, let alone pity. He gripped the longsword tightly in his hand, as if it were an extension of his very being, and raised it high without a trace of mercy.
Upon seeing this, Lin Muxue's fear was amplified to its extreme. Her body trembled uncontrollably, and her already terrified face became even more distorted. Her eyes widened as she stared intently at the middle-aged man, her gaze filled with despair and resentment.
Lin Muxue's eyes widened in terror as she watched the sword draw ever closer. She strained with all her might to reach out and grab it, to stop the fatal blow. However, her movements were incredibly slow, like a slow-motion scene in a movie; every movement seemed so difficult and powerless.
At the same time, the middle-aged man's sword moved with lightning speed, like a ghost, making its trajectory impossible to predict. Before Lin Muxue could even touch the blade, the sword shot straight towards her throat like a venomous snake emerging from its hole, its speed astonishing.
In an instant, a soft "thud" was heard, a sound like the call of death, sending chills down one's spine. The longsword, like lightning, pierced Lin Muxue's throat with lightning speed, without the slightest resistance.
In an instant, blood gushed out like a fountain, forming a scarlet column that shot straight into the sky. The blood splattered onto Lin Muxue's leather armor, as if draping her in a blood-red cloak, and also stained the ground around her, forming a shocking pool of blood.
The scarlet blood contrasted sharply with Lin Muxue's pale skin, like a red plum blossom blooming on the snow, vivid and dazzling.
As blood continued to gush out, Lin Muxue's body began to convulse violently. A gurgling sound came from her throat, as if something was churning inside. Her little tongue uncontrollably protruded from her lips, looking unusually eerie.
At the same time, warm liquid flowed from Lin Muxue's lower body. The liquid had a foul smell, which mixed with the fishy smell of blood, making people want to vomit.
After twitching a few times, Lin Muxue's body finally went completely still. Her slender, long legs stopped trembling and became stiff and cold, as if all life had been drained from them.
The middle-aged man watched Lin Muxue's body grow cold, his face expressionless, as if it were merely a task he had completed. He turned and left indifferently, leaving Lin Muxue with wide-open eyes, as if telling of her resentment and lingering attachment to this world.