Chen Ping's Sword-Chapter 67: Han Wushang, Who Competes with No One

Chapter 67: Chapter 67: Han Wushang, Who Competes with No One

"Got you, little mouse."

With a loud shout, Chen Ping’s body swelled as if inflating.

His muscles knotted and bulged as he grabbed the wrist, twisting, pulling, and tearing.

Crack...

The Straw Hat Man’s entire right arm was torn apart from the shoulder and neck.

With the force of the tear, Chen Ping dove forward, hammering with his shoulder, his right foot bent like a bow and left like an arrow, crashing with a dull thud into the Straw Hat Man’s waist.

Having been stabbed at with a sword to the eyebrows and chest, he was forced to hide in a cave like a rat, not daring to show himself, boiling with pent-up anger.

Clearly full of strength, yet unable to use it.

The opponent’s sword technique was exceptionally fast, even the shadow was unclear, and their body technique was swift, making it hard to escape.

At this moment, having caught an opportunity, he unleashed a flurry of attacks.

Fearing the opponent might not die.

The Straw Hat Man, injured below the waist and his arm ripped, couldn’t escape... his waist and abdomen took a hit, breaking three or four ribs, his inner qi was turbulent, and his vision blackened.

A single misstep, a failure of the entire plan, that’s what happened to him.

The massive threat of death loomed overhead, and as his body flew backward, he saw the tall, mighty black-faced figure charging like a gale.

With a bite to his tongue, he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

"Escape!"

After knocking the opponent away, Chen Ping didn’t relax a bit, his feet seemed to tread through mud, taking two steps to catch up to the Straw Hat Man.

Just as he was about to punch, a cloud of blood mist rose before his eyes.

The entire body of the Straw Hat Man turned illusory.

The howling punch broke through the blood mist, and he saw a figure already on the treetops, without lingering, flickering and soaring in the moonlight, fleeing into the distance at an indescribable speed.

"Impressive."

Chen Ping looked up, with no thought of pursuing.

Unable to control his heart, a sense of disappointment rose.

After exhausting his mind, strategizing, and launching a surprise attack with his maximum combat power...

In the end, did he still let the opponent escape?

There are simply too many unusual skills in Jianghu.

Just as the sense of loss appeared, the forest suddenly buzzed, leaves fell, and the ground trembled.

A thunderous shout sounded in the distance, "Daring to harm my daughter, how bold you are."

A silvery ripple appeared, rolling forward.

Touched by the silver ripple, trees and hills exploded into rubble with a loud boom, razed to the ground.

"[The Uncontested] Han Wushang."

The sharp and desolate voice of the Straw Hat Man just emerged...

The blood-colored figure was hit by the silver light, exploding into a mist of blood.

Rain scattered, not even large bones could be found.

"What the hell."

Is this really the Martial Hall Master?

Chen Ping already knew who had arrived.

He originally thought someone who trained the body, following the Qi Blood Martial Arts path, no matter how strong, would still be within the realm of fist and kick battles that he could understand.

But the scene before him was somewhat shocking, even more so than the day he witnessed the Nine Heavens Zither in action.

Frankly, during that battle on the great river, the Brocade Guard retreated in defeat, Fairy Fubo’s methods were unfathomable; profound, yes, but he couldn’t grasp any part of it.

How they struck, how they were hit? It was all a blur of confusion.

But this was different.

When Han Wushang punched, the imposing momentum made the forest tremble.

One punch, the power to crush mountains, no longer a metaphor, but real.

It could shatter bones into fragments, blood mist scattering everywhere.

Imagine how terrifying his punching power must be.

’Completely safe now.’

Chen Ping let out a long sigh of relief, blood qi calming down, feeling the two freshly healed sword wounds on his shoulder were torn open again, bursting out a large spray of fresh blood.

Staining his upper body red.

Just exerted too much force, didn’t notice for a moment.

Plus, the forced enhancement, the depletion of essence and fatigue, left him feeling utterly exhausted and empty-hearted.

He’d need some serious recuperation afterward.

Unfortunately, that Straw Hat Man turned to blood mist; if he had anything good, it’s gone now.

Just as he thought this, he noticed the glimmering silver figure already speeding to his side, embracing him tightly.

With a tearful voice, "Xiaoru, Xiaoru, are you okay, your father is late..."

Chen Ping was completely unguarded, stunned in shock for a moment.

Han Xiaoru was also dumbfounded, coughing wildly to the side, perhaps choking on her own saliva.

"Dad, here, here, I’m here..."

She blushed, bent over, waving her arms.

"Ah..."

Han Wushang leaped back.

The enormous two-meter-tall figure looked like a giant gorilla.

He rubbed his eyes, looked left and right, his face turning a little dark.

No.

This person...

Is a man, right?

Why is he wearing women’s clothes?

This is outrageous.

Han Wushang felt confused, but it wasn’t a good time to ask, really worrying him.

He turned his head and took a closer look at Han Xiaoru, immediately gasping, his eyes turning red.

"Daughter, you’ve worried me to death. If you want to see the Lantern Festival, don’t sneak out, at least ask someone to accompany you.

After the Lantern Festival ended, we couldn’t find you, your mother was worried sick and cried. It was only later that a kind old man mentioned this matter, that we found out you had already..."

"Sigh..."

Han Wushang fiercely tugged his bald head, his face full of fear.

He wanted to scold angrily, but seeing his daughter’s injuries, his face twisted in pain. How could he bear to scold her?

"Dad, it’s not a big deal, just a few minor injuries. I’ll be fine after a nap. Earlier, thanks to..."

Han Xiaoru forced a smile, feeling slightly embarrassed.

Being deceived by a little girl in the Flower Market was indeed embarrassing.

She quickly changed the subject, "Junior Brother, what’s your name again?"

Han Wushang’s face darkened further.

He clutched his heart, fearing he might faint from anger.

You taught him the Primordial Technique and still call him Junior Brother, even swapped clothes.

Yet you still don’t know his name.

My silly daughter, can’t you be a little less silly?

"Call me Chen Ping, Chen with an ear and Ping of peaceful world."

Chen Ping said with a smile.

He curiously glanced at Han Wushang, whose name he had actually heard before.

It was the Hall Master of Xingqing Prefecture’s Primordial Martial Arts Hall.

Back in Changkong Martial Arts Hall when recalling disciple Jiang Teng’s past, he learned that Gao Yue had dispatched his adopted son, intending to join the Primordial Martial Arts Hall to seek the Primordial Golden Body Technique.

From Gao Yue’s tone at the time, it seemed he favored recruiting talents with extraordinary Qi Blood Cultivation, wanting to take them under his wing upon seeing them.

But now, what’s the situation?

How’s it all disdain when he looks at me?

Looking at the clothes he was wearing, Chen Ping somewhat understood the reason, and couldn’t help but feel amused.

Sometimes, what you see isn’t always the truth.

"Dad, it was really thanks to Junior Brother Chen this time, he saved me first, then fought fiercely many times, finally defeating that [Clear Wind Shadowless Sword], otherwise, I wouldn’t have lasted until you arrived.

Think about taking him as a disciple quickly, I’m telling you, Junior Brother Chen is incredibly talented, a genius in Qi Blood Cultivation..."

"Stop." 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

Han Wushang quickly interrupted her.

"Daughter, let’s talk about this later. Let me take you back to find your mother first, the injuries can’t be delayed."

With these words, he grabbed Han Xiaoru like a straw, ready to leave, still muttering under his breath: "That kid’s face is blue, lips pale, eye circles dark, definitely not a good person. Stop talking about taking him as a disciple."

"Dad..."

Han Xiaoru was not happy, stopping her steps and refusing to go.

Seeing the pleading look on Han Wushang’s face, her heart softened, frowning in thought, she compromised, "He saved me twice, gotta at least say goodbye, dad, do you have any Essence Replenishing Pills left? Give me one."

"Only three left, your mom worked hard to make them, hoping you’d use them at critical times, I’ll give you one." Han Wushang looked at Chen Ping with a pained expression, knowing what his daughter meant by asking for pills.

"Stingy."

Han Xiaoru rolled her eyes, speechless at her dad.

She snatched the small bottle, held it in hand, turned and walked to Chen Ping, as she passed the bottle, she quietly took out a jade pendant from her bosom, whispering, "Remember to come to the Martial Hall to be apprenticed."

She couldn’t forget the scene of him practicing the Primordial Technique, it was a perfect fit, it’d be a shame not to practice it.

What’s more regrettable is, the practice of this technique involves many tricks, even she wasn’t clear, especially the later Silver Body Realm and Golden Body Technique, she hadn’t even heard how to practice it.

There’s no way to teach even if wanted.

"Didn’t you say you don’t want to take me as a disciple?"

Chen Ping wondered.

"Just go anyway, remember to bring the jade pendant when the time comes."

Han Xiaoru winked mischievously, smiling slyly.

As the father and daughter left, Chen Ping still heard Han Wushang muttering: "Besides that [Clear Wind Shadowless Sword], who killed the Yin Jizong Demon Sect expert outside the forest that died?"

"Yin Jizong? Does it have the Soul Searching and Soul Catching Technique?"

"Yeah, those demon spawns have strange methods, this Sound Skill is extremely vicious, not everyone in Yin Jizong can learn it."

"I thought it was... Unexpected, dad, how did that Demon Sect expert die?"

"Seems like the neck was slit, but no trace of a second person was found on the scene, as if the weapon was an invisible object from beyond the heavens. Forget it... earlier, dad was chasing the commotion caused by that demon spawn, fortunately didn’t chase the wrong thing..."

The sound gradually faded away.

Chen Ping fell into contemplation, "An invisible blade, severing the throat midair, sounds somewhat familiar."

"Could it be her?"

There’s actually another formidable enemy lurking, this time was really dangerous.

He thought for a moment, no longer overthinking, with his body being damaged heavily by the Tribulation and injuries, he needed to quickly take medicine to replenish Essence.

Can’t delay any further.

Otherwise, if the damage reaches the origin, it won’t be easy to repair.