Chapter 163: Chapter 117: No Regrets in Action, A Duel of Life and Death (Part 3)

"Who is it, who is it? Can anyone intervene in a duel between disciples?"

Gao Yue felt an immense sense of absurdity.

He blocked Han Wushang and Sima Rou from interfering, guessing that no one else would dare or have the ability to meddle in the duel between the two martial halls.

Yet, someone managed to brazenly rush onto the battlefield right under his nose.

And saved Han Xiaoru.

Chen Ping slightly exerted force in his palm, suppressing Han Xiaoru’s sudden reaction of alarm, "Don’t move, it’s me."

Upon hearing this, Han Xiaoru immediately relaxed, sweating profusely.

A hint of joy flashed in her eyes.

"Is it really you?"

To be honest, if Chen Ping hadn’t spoken, she truly wouldn’t have recognized him.

Although he looked just as handsome, the slight change in the shape of his eyes, flesh, and bones made his aura quite different.

"Wait, how did you know I would lose? And this speed, it’s way too fast."

Being dragged by Chen Ping, neither of them landed on the ground.

Floating in mid-air like leaves, swiftly and gracefully.

Even Tong Biao exerted all his might but couldn’t catch up.

The two of them moved directly outside the field.

"Let’s not talk about that now."

Chen Ping responded with a chuckle, quickly stepping forward to stand in front of Han Xiaoru, casually taking the long sword from her hand, holding it horizontally against his chest.

"Ding..."

A clear sound rang out.

Tong Biao’s sword tip just touched, feeling as if it struck a giant steel wall, a huge force rebounding.

Caught off guard, he staggered back four or five steps before regaining his footing.

Before he could speak, he heard Chen Ping say, "This match, count it as Changkong Martial Arts Hall’s victory. Relentlessly pursuing annihilation isn’t very good, is it?"

These words were directed at both Tong Biao and Gao Yue.

Tong Biao was rather okay.

He sensed that Gao Yue was exceedingly furious, his long sword almost out of the sheath.

"Hall Master Gao, the disciples you teach aren’t very skilled. Look, each one behaves like a ferocious menace, wanting to devour people.

Those who know understand your Changkong Martial Arts Hall’s sword technique affects temperament, but those who don’t might think your school follows the ways of the Demon Path.

It’s just a duel, who wins and who loses, it’s just a matter of seeking improvement, why fight to the death? Is it necessary?"

Upon these words.

The surroundings immediately resonated with agreement.

Indeed.

The rivalry between Primordial Martial Arts Hall and Changkong Martial Arts Hall has long been established; in management, Changkong Martial Arts Hall is stronger, with more outstanding and numerous disciples.

But Primordial Martial Arts Hall possesses stronger high-end strength, Han Wushang’s prowess and fame in Jianghu are even above Gao Yue.

Overall, Changkong Martial Arts Hall is slightly stronger, but not by much.

The two martial halls have fought for years without a definitive victor.

The most amusing part is that these two martial halls originate from Primordial Sword Sect.

Originally one family, but ended up feuding as if brains turned to dog brains.

Making people laugh.

This time, everyone came to watch the excitement and witness.

Unexpectedly witnessing Changkong Martial Arts Hall’s ruthless and bloody demeanor...

Most people in their hearts have a yardstick.

Although unaffected directly, gossiping on the sidelines is still doable.

Immediately, some agreed with Chen Ping’s words.

The title of "Demon Path style" was firmly attached.

"Kid, who are you? When two martial halls compete, an outsider’s interference breaks Jianghu’s taboos; even if I personally strike you down, no one would speak ill."

Gao Yue’s Qi Mechanism seemed about to erupt, killing intent brewing.

Clearly, if Chen Ping couldn’t give an explanation, he would act.

Even if Han Wushang tried to stop him, he would rally his disciples in a surge because he had many disciples.

Chen Ping laughed heartily: "Who says I’m an outsider?"

He took out the jade pendant hanging on his chest, "I am Chen Ping, sorry, as the ninth direct disciple of Primordial Martial Arts Hall, although not long since my Entry, I’ve received true teachings...

Master, your disciple returns home to visit relatives, just came back, fortunately not too late."

He turned to look at Sima Rou, beaming as he spoke.

This jade pendant, all direct disciples of Primordial Martial Arts Hall would recognize.

Upon hearing this, they all turned to look at Sima Rou, "Ninth Junior Brother, when did you take a disciple? We had no idea."

Whether they knew or not did not matter.

The reaction of the disciples from the Primordial Martial Arts Hall undoubtedly proved this point. Gao Yue also knew that when his Junior Sister Sima was young, she loved wearing the Jade Phoenix Feather Pendant.

Thinking of denying it and directly attacking was something he couldn’t bring himself to do.

Sima Rou was filled with joy and repeatedly said, "Yes, yes, my good disciple just recently joined, but his talent is exceptional, and he cultivates very quickly. Especially in the Primordial Golden Body Technique, he reached entry level in just one month and broke through several barriers..."

She already knew who Chen Ping was.

On that day in the woods, she had seen him from afar.

A while ago, after Han Xiaoru returned home safely, she had recounted the attack incident very clearly.

The Jade Pendant was given away, and it was even said that she had taken in a disciple herself.

Initially, she intended to find him herself and officially take him in to show her respect.

Unexpectedly, he came looking for her, as if they had a mutual understanding, and simply acknowledged her as his master...

Let’s not talk about this for now; the important thing is, as soon as he came to the Martial Arts Hall, he saved my precious daughter once more.

After a shock and a pleasant surprise, Sima Rou’s gaze toward Chen Ping grew fonder and fonder.

She almost forgot she was at the martial arts contest, grinning from ear to ear.

"Alright, even if you are a disciple of the Primordial Martial Arts Hall, interfering during the competition is unacceptable."

Gao Yue’s face darkened.

He struggled to find an excuse to create a great advantage, hoping to eliminate the Primordial Martial Arts Hall with the hands of the Beizhou Barbarians, but unexpectedly, this kid spoiled it with just a few words.

To the Thirteenth Prince, not only did he want to subdue him, but he also wanted to win over all the martial artists in Xingqing Prefecture.

On the surface, it was wielding the butcher’s knife, but Gao Yue knew that the opponent wanted to test the possibility of subduing them.

Han Xiaoru was the key to this.

In Gao Yue’s mind, if during the competition, a disciple accidentally killed Han Xiaoru, Han Wushang and his wife would surely fight desperately with bloodshot eyes.

No matter what, there would be no chance for peace talks, only one side being utterly eradicated.

In this way, not only could he obtain the Primordial Golden Body Technique, surely achieving Great Success in cultivation, but he could also rid himself of a twenty-year burden.

Unexpectedly, a change occurred midway.

Thinking of this, his gaze toward Chen Ping grew increasingly unfriendly.

"Hall Master Gao, your words are unreasonable. A fair fight is one-on-one, not one plus another.

My senior sister has already conceded this match. What more do you want? Do you expect me to step up and stake my life?"

Chen Ping shook his head with a smile, pointing at his own chest, "Come, come, Hall Master Gao, don’t be shy, aim your sword here. No one will blame an elder like you for being so unrelenting and half-crazed, nor will anyone criticize Changkong Martial Arts Hall for being aggressive."

"Exactly, she’s already admitted defeat in this match, what more do you want?"

"What are you doing? Haven’t they only competed twice? Why bother arguing so much? Let’s get on with the third match."

People from the Jianghu around looked at Gao Yue and his group, and their gazes started to become suspicious.

They thought to themselves, what that young man said about Changkong Martial Arts Hall being of the Demon Path, strangely enough, seemed true.

Gao Yue was cornered by the words and went red and white with embarrassment.

He wanted to stab Chen Ping with a sword but simply couldn’t bring himself to do so.

One stab would ruin his reputation completely.

Changkong Martial Arts Hall would never reopen.

Their reputation would be in tatters.

"Why bother my master? Kid, the outcome of this match is set, let’s not talk about that for now.

Just saying, you interfering in my match with others, counts as a private vendetta, right?"

Tong Biao suddenly stepped forward, fixing his gaze on Chen Ping with murderous intent.

He was long infuriated...

He was caught off guard, and surprisingly he rescued someone from his hands.

And he used all the brute strength from the Primordial Martial Arts Hall, catching him unprepared.

It was embarrassing.

If this spreads, the world would only know him as someone who bullied women, with mediocre Sword Technique skills in reality.

An ordinary new Ninth Junior Brother from the Primordial Martial Arts Hall, dragging someone along, could push him back.

This reputation, he truly couldn’t bear.

"I admit, what do you plan to do?" Chen Ping turned his head in astonishment, looking at this fellow with a crooked mouth and eyes.

The night attack in the woods, I haven’t even taken issue with you yet, and here you are confronting me.

Tong Biao forced a grim smile, baring his white teeth, "Alright, since it’s a private vendetta, no need to delay... let’s settle this life and death, dare to accept the challenge?"

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