Cultivators Are So Weak in This World-Chapter 99 - 96 Movements, Part 2

Along the only river in Hundred Silver Valley, the Jade Belt River, ten miles out, on a riverbank that resembles a turtle.

At this moment, two figures are holding weapons, swiftly clashing.

The sound of clashing is accompanied by sparks flying.

One of them has dark red hair and pale yellow eyes, wielding dual sabers in a frenzy of attacks.

The saber blades strike like a storm, like raindrops on banana leaves, chopping meat, landing on the weapon of the man opposite.

A shield lies on the ground nearby, covered in notch marks.

"Come on! Kill!! Huang Yuzhen weren’t you so domineering before!?"

The red-haired man’s expression is manic, fine blue veins faintly protruding on his face, his movements becoming increasingly violent.

He is Ouyang Jianrong, who just pursued here.

"You’ve turned the Seventh Transformation Spring Saber into this, truly burying this superior saber skill!"

Huang Yuzhen is clearly on the losing side, but his body technique is strange, always able to avoid injury at critical moments.

However, his face is pale, one arm has visible bandaging outside.

The bandaged area is oozing blood.

Besides being injured, his stamina endurance is nearly exhausted. Factors like the poison spreading on his body.

Making his strength greatly decreased now.

In martial arts, it’s a contest to see who shows a flaw first.

If he was in full condition, his power and technique surpassing the opponent, even if the Seventh Transformation Spring Saber is superior, he could find a flaw from the tiniest detail and instantly defeat the enemy.

But now, even if he sees an opportunity, it’s difficult for him to seize it.

Because his body technique and power aren’t sufficient to seize it.

So... he has been persisting....

Persisting until....

Poof!

Suddenly Ouyang steps on a loose round stone, and his saber move slightly deviates.

This is the moment!

In an instant, Huang Yuzhen’s eyes are filled with blood threads, his whole body rapidly expanding and swelling.

A series of Limit-Breaking Skill activation techniques instantly chain activate, forming a network.

His almost exhausted stamina quickly surges in a new spring. Power and speed also fully recover to peak and even stronger.

’Extreme State—Transforming Bell!!’

Huang Yuzhen suddenly opens his mouth, emitting a low, resonant sound like an elephant’s roar.

Accompanied by the resonance, his muscles twitch, surface skin capillaries explode, instantly turning red.

But as he explodes, Ouyang Jianrong also explodes simultaneously.

Ouyang’s muscles and skin swell concurrently, blood-colored tattoos spreading from his arms to his hands.

His eyes bulge almost out of their sockets.

’Limit-Breaking Skill·Spring Blade!!!’

Swoosh!!

Two sabers flash and intersect.

Both are using a fast route, but even with speed, Ouyang is ultimately a bit slower.

He staggeringly moves forward a few steps, a huge saber cut across his waist and abdomen.

Covering the saber cut, Ouyang Jianrong’s face contorts as he looks back at Huang Yuzhen.

Though he was slower. But.... don’t forget he’s wielding dual sabers!!

At this moment, another curved saber viciously stabs into Huang Yuzhen’s thigh.

The saber tip penetrates through the back of the thigh, piercing thoroughly.

Blood pours out, constantly flowing from the wound edges.

Yet Huang Yuzhen stands straight as if feeling no pain.

He turns and looks at Ouyang Jianrong behind him.

"You don’t even know what you’re fighting for. Or understand why you battle.... all just for merit?"

He laughs mockingly.

"So what? A man lives for fame and fortune! Is it wrong for me to want to climb higher!?" Ouyang Jianrong supports his body with the remaining saber.

"Indeed... the higher you stand.... the safer you are, you’re not wrong..." Huang Yuzhen sighs.

At this moment, both are severely injured.

He’s lost too much blood, poisoned, stamina exhausted, and used the extremely harmful Extreme State.

Ouyang’s abdomen and waist cut deeply, moving slightly would expose his organs.

If anyone were to come now, the scales of victory might be decided.

Huang Yuzhen sighs and turns toward the direction Jing Ying left.

His only hope is that the young lady reaches the agreed place safely.

Yet, they waited here so long without anyone coming to support, he honestly has suspicions and guesses.

"The saber? Where’s the Chasing Moon Saber??" Ouyang Jianrong suddenly asks harshly.

"The saber is naturally...." Huang Yuzhen slightly opens his mouth.

Suddenly, behind, amidst smoke and fire, faint water sounds rise.

Zhang Rongfang, covered in smoke-gray black, quickly arrives holding Wish Wheel.

He immediately sees the standoff between Ouyang Jianrong and Huang Yuzhen.

They seem to be mutually hurt.

This makes his eyes gleam.

Seeing him approach and recognizing the official attire on him,

Ouyang Jianrong’s face instantly turns joyful.

"You! Come here and kill this man!! He can’t move now! My saber is coated with poison and pierced his thigh, he definitely can’t escape!!"

Zhang Rongfang heart flinches.

His first thought isn’t to kill, but if Huang Yuzhen is poisoned and looks so pale, why would they want him to step forward to kill?

Just stalling for time making him bleed and die from poison isn’t more secure?

"What are you looking for, quickly come here and kill him! He can’t move now!" Seeing him not move, Ouyang Jianrong’s face turns fierce, impatient.

"Sir, this person is severely injured, if I guard from the side, waiting for others to catch up, isn’t it easy to stall him to death?" Zhang Rongfang stays where he is.

Being so urgent to act likely has a problem.

"What do you understand!? He’s in Extreme State now, all injuries poisons can be greatly suppressed! If handled swiftly, taking antidote, he can’t die!"

Ouyang Jianrong exclaims in anger.

Seeing Zhang Rongfang still unmoved, he knows the other won’t act without spectacle.

"How about this, he’s now immovable, I’ve struck his vital area, if you move now, even without the saber, I’ll consider you a third class merit when returning!"

"Third class merit, that’s the limit I can decide! No more!"

By this point, he’s truly helpless.

Zhang Rongfang is about to speak.

Suddenly, another person rushed out from the side.

The person was wearing a black-gray leather armor and holding a wooden short spear over a meter long, none other than Ouyang Jianrong’s former adjutant.

"Sir!? What’s going on with you??" The adjutant noticed Zhang Rongfang’s presence, and that both Huang Yuzhen and Ouyang Jianrong seemed off.

"Go up and kill him! Whoever among you two kills him first, I’ll promote!"

The adjutant immediately took a step forward, only to find Zhang Rongfang standing still.

He also stopped moving.

"The lord is calling for you to go up? Are you defying orders!?" The adjutant narrowed his eyes at Zhang Rongfang, speaking coldly.

He too wanted to seize the opportunity to gamble a bit, which is why he charged forward at risk.

Unexpectedly, there was someone else here with the same idea.

"Subordinate... follows orders...!" Zhang Rongfang’s face showed difficulty, but he still gritted his teeth and picked up his Yuan Wheel.

If he could indeed gain credit from Ouyang, this might be a perfect opportunity.

But looking at Ouyang’s current state, there wasn’t much danger.

This way, his threat level decreased significantly, meaning, to complete the task and earn the credit, Ouyang had no choice but to rely on him and the adjutant.

As long as the adjutant could witness, pulling him into the water. By then, back home, the credit would surely include him!

Thinking of this, Zhang Rongfang felt at ease. He decided to secure the credit first.

Seeing Huang Yuzhen’s injuries, it seemed he wouldn’t last long.

Once his mind was set.

With a swoosh, he stomped his foot and charged straight at Huang Yuzhen.

Just halfway through, Zhang Rongfang suddenly raised the Yuan Wheel and smashed it forward.

The Yuan Wheel flew out of his hand, spinning rapidly forward.

The twenty-pound Yuan Wheel flew out at high speed, bringing an impact force that even the current Huang Yuzhen couldn’t ignore.

Huang Yuzhen sighed softly, flicking his blade upward.

Clang!

The Yuan Wheel was precisely hit at its weakest point, flying upwards.

What surprised him was that Zhang Rongfang hadn’t lunged at him but instead turned to charge at Ouyang Jianrong.

He used his hands like claws, reaching for Ouyang Jianrong’s abdomen as he passed.

This was a vicious move; that was already a wounded area, combined with the surprise attack.

If Ouyang were caught, his intestines would be pulled out.

"I was prepared for you!!" Unexpectedly, Ouyang Jianrong laughed loudly, raising his hand with a slash from below.

At the same time, his other hand released his abdomen, with a mechanism in his sleeve clinking, revealing sharp poison needles.

He trusted no one, much less a Tan Yang martial artist he had previously threatened.

So even though Zhang Rongfang was ambushing, it was within his calculations.

Though somewhat surprised that the opponent dared to risk treason to ambush a superior.

But it was now a fact.

So, beat him to death and be done with it.....

Hiss!!

In an instant, Zhang Rongfang’s original third-tier speed exploded.

The formidable strength of the eighth tier, accompanied by high speed at the same level, crashed through Ouyang’s hand, landing hard on his abdomen.

All blocking and counterattacks were avoided under this sudden increase in speed.

The eagle’s claw, glowing faintly white, viciously pierced into the abdomen, hooking onto blood and internal organs.

Splatter!!!

Blood and flesh sprayed.

Ouyang Jianrong’s eyes widened in disbelief, retreating several steps.

"You....!!??! You...!!"

He stared at Zhang Rongfang in horror, unable to comprehend what had just happened.

A third-tier?? A mere third-tier martial artist??

Actually....

Actually... injured him??

Zhang Rongfang flicked off the blood on his hand. His previously bent back straightened slowly, revealing a calm smile.

"It’s a pity, I almost let you persuade me...."

"You!!?" Ouyang Jianrong tried to speak, only to see the figure before him suddenly vanish.

He raised his hand, aiming the poison needle, but the blood loss and his abdomen’s internal organs being dragged out slowed his actions significantly.

Bang!!

The arm he raised was violently slammed by a tremendous force, sending his entire body tumbling to the ground. His head kept hitting the riverbank as he rolled far away in a daze.

Zhang Rongfang’s silhouette appeared where he originally stood, glancing at the silent new needle holes on the ground.

"Special Envoy Ouyang, in fierce battle with a fugitive, unfortunately suffered injuries and died. How does that sound?"

Before the words settled, his figure ghostly darted forward.

With this move, not only did the semi-conscious Ouyang Jianrong on the ground realize something was amiss, but even Huang Yuzhen, who stood aside with a stern expression, changed his face slightly.

"This is... above seventh-tier...!"

The hearts of all three present were gripped with shock.

An ordinary team leader, suddenly transforming into a seventh- or eighth-tier expert!??

Especially Ouyang Jianrong, recalling how he had previously threatened and coerced this person into marching to his death.

In his startled heart arose a deep sense of absurdity.

What’s more, this person was clearly just a second or third-tier hand before, but now exploded with seventh- or eighth-tier speed...

What does this mean???

At such a time, for someone who had hidden so deeply to suddenly and unreservedly expose all his power...

There was only one possibility for such a situation.

He’s here to silence witnesses!!

On the other side, the adjutant’s face twisted, he turned and tried to escape, but before he ran a few meters, a silhouette appeared in front of him.

Bang!

The strike he unleashed with all his strength was simply deflected by the figure.

In the blink of an eye, the adjutant opened his mouth to shout.

With a puff.

His throat suddenly ruptured, red and white like some kind of rubber tube being torn apart, blood and air bubbles quickly gushed out.

Zhang Rongfang inserting his hand into the adjutant’s throat, then nonchalantly withdrew his fingers, casting his last glance at Huang Yuzhen.

Now the adjutant was dead, and Ouyang Jianrong’s guts had been pulled out in a string, barely breathing in but not out.

The only one who might escape, was Huang Yuzhen for the credit.

"Do you still want to fight?"

Unexpectedly, Zhang Rongfang didn’t continue forward, but instead stopped where he was.