Divine Firmament Swordplay: Entry Level

After the two of them had put some distance between themselves and the battlefield, Chen Lin no longer retreated and dodged. Instead, he swung his sword and clashed head-on with the lean man.

"Clang, clang, clang~"

After a series of clashes, Chen Lin's arms gradually went numb. His current strength was still somewhat lacking compared to a Martial Master in the late stage.

"Kid, your strength is only at the mid-stage Martial Master level. It seems you're destined to die by my blade tonight!"

The lean man sneered and taunted, his sword movements becoming even more rapid.

Chen Lin's eyes were calm. While continuously dodging with his "Entering the Hall and Reaching the Inner Chamber" footwork, the Cold Moon Flying Daggers he had deliberately placed on the ground instantly flew up.

As he shot them towards the lean man, Chen Lin also channeled his Spirit Sense Power into the long saber in the man's hand.

"Not good, you are~"

The lean man only realized something was wrong before the Cold Moon Flying Daggers pierced his neck, abdomen, and heart.

"Ugh~ Ugh~"

The lean man clutched his neck and heart, his eyes wide with disbelief as he stared at Chen Lin before falling silent.

[Slaughter Points +10]

Chen Lin frowned, looking at the Slaughter Points gained in his mind, and fell into deep thought.

"Ah! You scoundrel, despicable!"

Just as Chen Lin was pondering why killing humans yielded more Slaughter Points than killing demonic beasts of the same cultivation level, a scream instantly pulled him back to reality.

Chen Lin looked towards the sound and saw Wu Fan clutching his chest with one hand, a flying dagger embedded there, while his other arm was gone.

His opponent was wielding a long saber, slicing off large chunks of flesh from Wu Fan's body with each swing, a truly gruesome sight.

"You're seeking death!"

Seeing this, Chen Lin roared and immediately thrust his sword towards the opponent.

"Haha, another noob come to die!"

Upon seeing Chen Lin lunging at him, the man sneered with a touch of madness in his expression.

He Yanjun and the others, who were fighting other opponents, saw Wu Fan's tragic state and their eyes split with rage. While continuously attacking their opponents, their bodies also moved towards Wu Fan's location.

They hoped to save the life of Wu Fan, the team's lively spirit.

Compared to the others who were entangled with enemies, their support was slower. Chen Lin, unhindered by any opponents, was much faster.

To avoid harming Wu Fan, Chen Lin controlled the enemy's saber with his Spirit Sense Power. With a flash of dark light, the Cold Moon Flying Daggers passed through the side of the wielding martial artist's neck, and blood gushed out as if it were free.

"Ugh~"

The man clutched his neck, his eyes filled with surprise. Before he could make any other move, Chen Lin's sword severed his head. His ruthless methods made even Wu Fan, his teammate, inwardly tremble.

"Old Tian!"

Seeing his teammate die, Duan Hengyuan roared and flashed forward, slashing his saber at Chen Lin.

"Lin, be careful!" He Yanjun warned Chen Lin while swinging his polearm at Duan Hengyuan, hoping to force Duan Hengyuan to defend and abandon his intention to attack Chen Lin.

However, Duan Hengyuan ignored He Yanjun's fierce strike, his saber showing no intention of defending. It was clear his hatred for Chen Lin was extreme.

The sonic boom that tore through the air indicated Duan Hengyuan's overflowing rage.

Before the blade even arrived, Chen Lin felt an immense danger washing over him.

Facing a vengeful strike from a Martial Ancestor, Chen Lin dared not be negligent. His body instinctively swung his sword to block, while channeling all his Spirit Sense Power into the treasured sword. The moment the sword was swung, he was inspired to employ the offensive techniques of the Divine Firmament Swordplay.

"Clang~"

Blade met sword!

The scene of Chen Lin being cut down or sent flying did not appear before their eyes.

To everyone's eyes, after Chen Lin and Duan Hengyuan exchanged a blow, both staggered back involuntarily a few steps.

Duan Hengyuan stared at Chen Lin incredulously, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Chen Lin's eyes, besides disbelief, held a deep sense of surprise.

He hadn't expected that in such a critical moment, he would actually unleash the Divine Firmament Swordplay. Furthermore, with his Spirit Sense Power combined with the Divine Firmament Swordplay and his own strength, he was able to withstand the full-force, enraged strike of Duan Hengyuan, a late-stage Martial Ancestor.

Although after withstanding the blow, his arm was so numb he could barely hold onto his sword, a mid-stage Martial Master managing to withstand the full-power strike of a late-stage Martial Ancestor was already terrifying.

"Well done, Lin!" He Yanjun, while swinging his saber at Duan Hengyuan, couldn't help but praise him.

"Second brother, third brother, fifth brother, sixth brother, let's retreat!"

The burly man with the bow shouted at his brothers while dodging Zhu Wei's attacks.

Now, with seven people on their side and five on the other, plus Chen Lin, whose strength was unknown but could rival a late-stage Martial Ancestor, the situation was clearly unfavorable to them.

"You'd better wait!" Duan Hengyuan glared fiercely at Chen Lin, forced He Yanjun back with a saber strike, then flashed several times before disappearing into the night.

Duan Hengyuan's other teammates followed suit.

"Don't chase! Be careful of ambushes in the dark night!" Zhu Wei stopped those who wanted to pursue and said calmly, "It's not safe here. Let's find a place to bandage A'Fan's wounds first!"

The group stopped and nodded.

A quarter of an hour later, behind a large rock, Zhu Wei carefully placed Wu Fan on the ground and shouted anxiously, "Quick! Get the medicine!"

Seeing this, Wang Ming immediately took out wound medicine from his pack and handed it to Zhu Wei.

He Yanjun poured a dark red pill from a small porcelain bottle, stuffed it into Wu Fan's mouth, and said, "Wu Fan, swallow this Body Nourishing Pill. You've lost too much blood; you need to replenish your qi and blood first."

After Zhu Wei finished bandaging Wu Fan's wound, Wu Fan's pale complexion slowly regained a touch of color.

Chen Lin secretly breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Wu Fan's face gradually regain its color.

In the absence of a physician in this desolate wilderness, severe injuries for a Martial Artist were extremely dangerous. Wu Fan's severed arm was a particularly large wound, and if anything went wrong, he could bleed to death.

However, when he thought about this battle with Duan Hengyuan's team, a significant part of the reason was the feud between him and Duan Hengyuan, and Chen Lin felt a pang of guilt.

"Duan Hengyuan!!!" Chen Lin gritted his teeth, his eyes icy, his heart burning with rage.

Taking a deep breath, Chen Lin composed himself. He crouched in front of Wu Fan and said with a troubled expression, "Brother Wu, I've wronged you!"

He Yanjun clearly noticed Chen Lin's emotional distress. Guessing some of Chen Lin's thoughts, he patted Chen Lin's shoulder to comfort him, "A'lin, don't overthink it. This battle isn't your fault!"

Wu Fan gave Chen Lin a pained smile. "A'lin, we who practice martial arts, ever since we embarked on this path, our lives have been beyond our control. Besides, this was a decision to retaliate against Duan Hengyuan's team, and I agreed to it, so it's not your fault!"

"A'lin, don't blame yourself too much. This wasn't your fault to begin with. Even if the sneak attack hadn't happened, once we heard the Howling Moon Sky Wolf's howl, we would have clashed with Duan Hengyuan's team anyway! It was unavoidable!" Zhu Wei also chimed in to comfort him.

"A'lin, don't take all the blame on yourself. I'm alive today thanks to you, and I should be thanking you! As for me..." Wu Fan managed an ugly smile, glanced at his missing left arm, and sighed, "My ambition to become a Demon Purifier is ruined. But fortunately, my right arm is still here, so I can still practice single-handed swordplay or sabre. I can't venture into the Demonic Beast Territory, but working for a caravan and escorting goods within human territories is more than enough."

Zhu Wei, He Yanjun, Chen Lin, and the others fell silent upon hearing this.