Chen Ping's Sword-Chapter 31: I Don’t Believe You

"Seven Stars Falling, Shaking Light..."

Jiang Ziming was evidently very proud of the sword technique he cultivated, openly chanting the name of the move before striking, his voice piercing like a crane’s cry, straight through the eardrums.

At the same time.

As the sword light flared, Chen Ping only saw seven starry sword flowers appearing before him, straight at his brow, philtrum, throat, both sides of the chest, abdomen, and other critical spots...

The sword light’s points floated, the edge not yet touching the body, already chilling him to the bone.

Like sharp needle pain, reacting within the mind.

This feeling was not an illusion.

Chen Ping knew the opponent’s sword techniques were exquisite, and that was fine... but the key was, there seemed to be an inexplicable energy attached to this sword.

Blocking barehanded would likely lead to a disadvantage.

’This should be the path of inner cultivation martial arts, somewhat different from my qi blood martial arts. The body may not be strong, but the lethality is anything but weak.’

Thoughts racing in his mind, Chen Ping, had already stepped diagonally when the sword light burst forth...

The Wandering Body Bagua Palm excels in moving in circles.

The crisis had not yet arrived, but his body reacted before his mind did.

One move "Flower Bending and Tree Bending," his body angled at thirty degrees with the ground, and he dashed forward.

Just two steps were taken, already escaping from the circle shrouded by the starlight-like sword edge, his shadow slightly flickered, and he arrived in front of Zhang Ruoxue.

"Ha..."

One fist, carrying wind and thunder, strikes down.

You attack yours, I attack mine, attacking where the enemy must defend.

...

The fierce wind raged, Zhang Ruoxue already had a pale face, her hair flying backward.

Chen Ping’s expression was calm and indifferent, as if the person in front was not a delicate beauty but a tree or a rock.

As the punch fell, her muscles and bones resonated.

As long as it hits, Zhang Ruoxue’s head will surely explode, dead beyond doubt.

"Dare you."

The action-packed Jiang Ziming indeed had skills worth boasting about.

His first strike missed, but his figure didn’t touch the ground, merely tapping with his toes, turning mid-air, and his figure folded back...

The sword tip drew a beautiful trajectory like a mystical bird carving sand, blocking in front of Zhang Ruoxue.

A slight wrist shake, and a halo burst from the sword like the sun rising.

[Seven Stars Falling, Kaiyang.]

This move combines offense and defense, calculated meticulously.

Thinking, if the opponent stubbornly wants to harm, it naturally equates to delivering an arm to the sword edge, merely seeking death.

No normal person would harm others by sacrificing an arm.

He advanced and retreated, swift as electricity, extremely quick.

Shifting from attack to defense, without appearing strained.

This is how inner cultivation martial arts operate, the breath in the Dantian is full, leaps and changes, everything going smoothly.

With the sword edge carrying inner qi, breaking gold and slicing iron, it’s a breeze.

This is Jiang Ziming’s source of confidence.

He could see clearly.

The opponent’s blood qi is strong, but their qi mechanism isn’t fluent.

Not only lacking lightweight skill, but their strikes are also dull and clumsy, lacking in finesse and precision.

Comparing techniques and adaptability.

The advantage is mine.

What’s more, Jiang Ziming knows, he isn’t alone, he has allies.

When just entering, he had already spotted the Xingqing Prefecture’s Deputy Chief Constable, seemingly lacking presence while standing there. His hand, however, had quietly changed color.

Chief Constable Wang Dashu, Jiang Ziming naturally recognized him.

Had dealt with him several times.

Apart from personal character, as one of the capable chief constables in the government office, his skills were quite good. Besides a set of "Rolling Stone Saber Technique," his fist technique "Great Stone-Throwing Hand" is even more famous.

A slap can shatter steles and stones, its power daunting.

His famed battle was shattering a person-high stone lion before Changning Huang Family’s door with one slap.

And personally capturing the entire Huang Family bloodline.

Which belonged to his Yue Family at the time.

Since then, Wang Dashu earned himself a reputation as someone who "holds no private feelings, with iron hand and firm bones."

Whenever he made up his mind to strike with lethal force, his palm would turn jet-black, veins bulging, like a fan.

His physique was also solid and tenacious, resistant to ordinary blades and swords.

As expected, Jiang Ziming’s sword tip had just flared like the sun when suddenly, a figure in black clothes and red jacket moved.

Moving like thunder.

The spine undulating, reaching near, a palm strikes out, the air exploding like thunder.

Poom...

A dull thud resounded.

Jiang Ziming’s face already showed a slight smile, letting out a long breath of relief.

Facing two, both also Qi Cultivation and Marrow Cleansing Realm experts’ attacks... regardless of the opponent’s tricks, it’s difficult to escape alive.

Moreover, Chief Constable Wang Yishi is good at deceit with his honest appearance, suddenly launching a surprise attack.

Taking this palm, if the opponent doesn’t die, they’ll surely be heavily injured.

Next.

Is merely awaiting death, obediently.

...

The hand seal landed hard, imprinting on Chen Ping’s back.

His coarse blue cloth shirt turning into fluttering pieces, force penetrating, vibrating...

The muscles and tendons on Chen Ping’s back, in an instant, rippled like a river surface.

Dissipating toward the eight directions.

He neither cried out miserably nor immediately turned to confront the enemy. Instead, like Jiang Ziming, he too showed a slight smile at the corner of his mouth.

Swish...

A flash of black light from his sleeve.

Jiang Ziming’s sword momentum rotated, with hissings still ringing in the ears, his body already stiffened.

A sharp black iron crossbow arrow appeared at his brow, piercing straight through into the brain.

Blood splattered.

"You..."

Jiang Ziming didn’t finish a sentence, rolling his eyes to fall facing the sky.

’It seems, whether it’s inner qi cultivation or qi blood martial arts, both have their own advantages and drawbacks.

The Qi Blood Martial Arts emphasize physical robustness and stamina, being resilient and good at taking hits.

Whereas, the Inner Cultivation Martial Arts are extremely strong in attack, versatile and unpredictable. However, their defense is lacking, and their physique is somewhat weaker. They can’t even withstand a single crossbow arrow.’

After being hit from behind, Chen Ping felt a mouthful of blood rising to his throat, which he forcibly swallowed back down, while his mind was still prone to idle thoughts.

He was not wrong in his assumptions.

Since entering the Marrow Cleansing Realm, every inch of his skin, every part of his muscles and bones, had become incredibly strong.

His body could react to absorb and dissipate any force applied to it.

No matter how strong Chief Constable Wang’s palm force was behind him, it was merely part of the Marrow Cleansing Realm.

Even after receiving a solid palm strike, it wasn’t enough to cause any significant harm to his core.

As the crossbow arrow was fired, Chen Ping didn’t even glance at Jiang Ziming’s deathly appearance; he contracted his back slightly, flexing and releasing it, then braced his shoulders and forcefully charged backward.

[Old Bear Leaning on a Tree]

He had no interest in taking a beating without hitting back.

He didn’t dodge or evade, deliberately using his back to take the palm, partly to test his current strength and physique against fellow practitioners of the same realm in the Qi Blood Martial Arts.

The other reason was, of course, to use himself as bait...

To lure the snake out of its hole while relaxing the vigilance of the skilled sword technique disciples from the Changfeng Martial Arts Hall, lowering their guard so an ambush could strike them down.

Starting from when Jiang Ziming drew his sword.

Chen Ping had instinctively devised his strategy...

First, to besiege Wei to rescue Zhao, then to lure the snake out of its hole. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

Finally, he would covertly maneuver to take the enemy by surprise, swiftly killing one.

Then he would turn back to deal properly with the seemingly honest chief constable.

This is called.

"Taking over the initiative."

A technique of Old Bear Leaning on a Tree heavily crashed onto Wang Yishi’s right palm.

Bone moaned, emitting a series of crisp sounds.

In Chief Constable Wang’s perception, his palm strike landed as if hitting a steel plate, yet it also felt like striking a wave.

It had a touch as hard as steel, yet as soft as water.

So much so that the shock of the palm strike nearly misaligned his wrist bone.

There was none of the expected ease of crushing dry twigs.

Just when he was internally screaming that things were not going well, intending to withdraw, Jiang Ziming had already been splattered with blood and collapsed, and the opponent’s back suddenly pressed down with the force of Mount Tai, crushing over him.

He had no time to draw his saber and slash.

He could only add force with his left hand, roaring wildly, his face straining with visible veins, crossing his palms, with one leg stepping back, in a front bow and rear arrow stance.

The ground’s stone slabs and soil exploded into powder...

At this point, retreating was not an option.

The opponent’s force was overwhelming and uncontainable.

As long as his wrist faltered, this right palm practiced over several decades with the Great Stone-Throwing Hand would certainly be ruined.

He could only augment with his left hand, doubling his palms, leveraging another surge of power from the marrow.

Tendon and bone moved together, thrusting forward fiercely.

Not forgetting to shout, "Wait, Wang has no malicious intent."

"I know, you have no malicious intent, just killing intent."

Chen Ping’s entire body surged with Qi and blood, Essence Qi rushed to the top, gathering force at his back, transforming into a wall of refined steel.

Approximately three to four thousand pounds of force erupted in an instant...

"Crackling."

In his ears, a series of firecracker-like explosions were heard.

His back suddenly had no resistance.

Only then did he slowly turn around.

He saw.

The harmless, honest expression of Chief Constable Wang was no longer there.

His face was now ghastly and grim, his hands bent and broken, his mouth spewing fresh blood wildly.

Coughing frantically.

Even black fragments erupted along with the blood.

He seemed unable to utter a single word.

"What were you thinking, competing with me in strength? You saw how I crushed the bones of the two I killed previously."

"I... you dare kill an official, you won’t escape."

Though Chief Constable Wang was defeated, he still refused to admit defeat.

He felt that he was tricked just now. Never did he think the opponent’s strength was so overpowering, his physique extremely robust, and that he had already refined his marrow, attained the True Intent of the Fist Technique.

If he had known earlier, he could have used the saber for assistance, attacking from the side.

In that case, Jiang Ziming wouldn’t have died so unjustly, and the outcome of this battle could have been altogether different.

"I never thought of escaping in the first place."

Chen Ping chuckled softly.

By now, he understood perfectly that even if he did nothing, the opponent was bound to target him inevitably.

Whatever secrets lay within, he felt no need to inquire too thoroughly.

Knowing they were the enemy was enough.

He picked up the Cyan Steel Long Sword that Jiang Ziming had dropped, and with a reverse grip, stabbed it into Chief Constable Wang’s throat, silencing his final words completely.

He then turned around to look at Zhang Ruoxue.

This young lady, at this moment, was trembling like sifted flour, with her face covered in tears.

Fear was irrepressibly welling up inside her heart.

Regret like a venomous snake, wildly gnawing.

Originally, she thought, that being the third direct disciple of Changfeng Martial Arts Hall, Jiang Yiming would find it easy to kill this person.

Not to mention, with the well-known Chief Constable Wang also present, the opponent should not have been able to resist.

Yet it was unforeseen...

"Tian, Young Master Tian, I, I didn’t mean it earlier, I had no intention of harming you." Zhang Ruoxue’s teeth chattered. "Y-you-you-you... you can rest assured, I, this little lady, will certainly not speak a word of today’s events."

As she spoke, she tried her best to show an enchanting smile, quietly loosening her clothing that had been torn earlier by a little.

She truly was a smart girl, knowing how to save her own life.

"I don’t believe you."

Chen Ping replied with a gentle smile, then stabbed a sword into her heart.

...

Changed the name again.

"Master of Time!"

After renaming yesterday, everyone generally said it was better not to have changed it. Indeed, after the change, fewer people opened to read the book, so, it’s now called this name.

Is the final version satisfactory to everyone?