Light Cultivation
Eps. 71 — Coup VII
Jian Chen wanted to move forward again but his steps came to a halt when there were 2 other masked warriors who landed not far from the first masked swordsman.
The two warriors were in the same cultivation of the Stage 3 Life Realm, when they arrived, both of them were shocked to see the condition of his friend who had been injured a lot.
“What happened to you? You were hurt by that young man?” ask one of his friends.
“Do not be fooled by his age and appearance, his fighting ability is very high compared to us though!” The injured masked swordsman replied while healing his wound.
The two masked warriors turned their heads towards Jian Chen whose breath was now seen hunting, although there were no injuries but they could realize that Jian Chen was exhausted.
The sight of a teenager covered in blood made the two gulp, let alone the fishy smell of stinging. There was even a hint of hesitation against him.
“We attack him together, I'm sure the boy has run out of steam a lot in!” said the masked swordsman who was wounded.
“Well, then quickly heal your wounds, we will be on guard here so that he does not dare to advance.”
Hearing that Jian Chen was precisely acting fast, he did not allow the injured masked swordsman to heal his wounds. Currently he could not fight those 3 people simultaneously due to his already depleted inner strength.
The masked swordsman was relieved when his two comrades were guarding in front of him, he immediately focused on healing first.
One thing that the three of them had not expected was when they thought that Jian Chen could not do much as the fighter was rarely close, his opponent suddenly threw his sword.
The sword Jian Chen threw struck accurately, piercing through the wounded masked swordsman's chest. Two of his comrades did not even budge before finally the friend collapsed to the ground with glaring eyes.
“What are you doing?!” Asked one of the two with a look of disbelief.
“Kill him, moreover.” Jian Chen replied casually, shrugging his shoulders.
That was not what both of them meant, they questioned why Jian Chen threw the sword when he was a swordsman, the action was something that even swordsmen rarely did.
A swordsman without a sword is like a tiger without fangs, it will not be feared. The swordsman with his sword was like a part of his body, when losing it was no different from losing his limbs.
That was what made the two masked warriors wonder with Jian Chen's action.
“I will not let you live, you must die in my hands!” one hysterically enraged masked swordsman, he instantly whipped out his weapon and moved to attack Jian Chen without discussing with his comrade first.
Jian Chen dodged the attack to a minimum while moving backwards, his mind spinning rapidly, thinking of a way to kill both of his opponents before his profound strength ran out.
The other mask swordsman did not help but pull out the sword that Jian Chen threw on his friend's body.
His eyes immediately opened wide after knowing Jian Chen's sword was nothing more than an ordinary sword.
“What the heck... This is not a high-class heirloom!?”
The masked swordsman made sure many times by flipping his sword but there was nothing special about the sword other than a sword made of iron.
He had already seen Jian Chen's fight from the start while fighting with his enemy, he watched as Jian Chen's sword could glow and could split his opponent's body without any meaningful exertion.
Just like the others, he had thought the sword Jian Chen was holding was a high-class heirloom but it seemed like his guess was wrong.
“If this sword is indeed just an ordinary sword then where did the golden light come from? Hold on, lest the boy have the element..”.
The masked swordsman did not finish his speech but instead directly moved towards his comrade who was now tens of meters away from him.
Jian Chen was unable to avoid all the swings of his enemy's sword as his sight and mind began to unfocus as a result of using too much inner power.
On the other hand the masked swordsman who attacked Jian Chen was actually filled with shock especially when he swung the sword towards Jian Chen's chest would cause a clashing iron sound.
The masked swordsman certainly knew it was a protective suit only after being fed even a large amount of inner power, Jian Chen's protective suit could not be penetrated.
Jian Chen continued to move backwards while dodging to the point that he did not realize behind him there was a high wall. The masked swordsman smiled triumphantly as Jian Chen's wiggle room was almost nil.
“This time you can't avoid it!” The masked swordsman laughed widely while swinging his sword.
The sword that should have been able to cut off his opponent's neck never reached its destination because suddenly it was the sword that broke.
Jian Chen opened his palm then drained his profound energy into an energy, then Jian Chen's palm glowed golden.
Jian Chen used his light element as in the White Taring sword, with a single swing Jian Chen cut his opponent's sword like tofu. Jian Chen again swung his hand once more and this time cut off the swordsman's hand.
“Akh!”
The masked swordsman hurriedly retreated as his hand fell from where it came from, he immediately drained his inner strength to stop his bleeding coming out.
In fact Jian Chen did not stop despite the distance with his enemy, he swung his hand at the empty air which then created waves of golden energy from the swing.
The masked swordsman was completely unprepared when Jian Chen could shoot out that golden light. Waves of golden energy passed through his neck which then made his head fall from its origin.
After which Jian Chen instantly fell to his knees with a breath of breath after exhausting all his energy in his last. If not for not being in a desperate state, Jian Chen would not have used his light element that snatched away all the remaining inner power.
Not long after the other masked swordsman arrived, when he saw his friend had been decapitated making his face pale.
Initially he wanted to run away afraid that Jian Chen would kill him next, the fear was gone replaced with courage as well as anger when Jian Chen had already lost his strength.
Jian Chen was aware of the existence of that person, he had expected that even though he defeated his opponent just now he was still in a state of danger.
Now that Jian Chen had no strength to face him, let alone to put up a fight, just standing up could not.
The masked swordsman walked slowly towards Jian Chen while pulling his sword.
“You have killed dozens of my men, killing you will not make you ready.” The last masked swordsman did not want to take the risk so he immediately swung his sword.
“Is it only up to this second life of mine..”.
Jian Chen smiled bitterly at the sword moving towards him as if time had slowed down. He closed his eyes and hoped that this would not be the end of his life.
From a distance, suddenly a flying blade shot out at the masked swordsman's wrist, making him remove the hilt of his sword.
The flying knife was again released and this time it hit the masked swordsman's neck making it difficult to breathe before it finally fell to the ground.
“Young Master Jian! Let me be late!”
“Nona Miou?”
Miou Lin did not come alone but with his troupe of warriors, the troupe of warriors instantly moved around Jian Chen to protect him.