Zombie Bodyguard-Chapter 1524 - 1521: Breaking Through the Trial (Part 2)

Lin Tian finally understood why these Ancient Martial Artists were dissatisfied yet didn’t dare to make trouble. Qingshuang Pavilion gave everyone a chance, but whether they could pass depended entirely on their skills.

However, Lin Tian was curious about the kind of trial set by Qingshuang Pavilion, so he asked, "What kind of trials have you all experienced?"

"It’s simple. You have to cross the iron cable alone without any help. However, in the middle of the iron cable, there’s a Sword Servant from Qingshuang Pavilion guarding it. Whoever can take on the Sword Servant’s challenge can pass the iron cable and smoothly ascend the Inner Mountain," an Ancient Martial Artist answered Lin Tian’s doubt.

But this answer made Lin Tian furrow his brow. He asked curiously, "As far as I know, the Sword Servants of Qingshuang Pavilion possess Innate strength and wield the Green Frost Sword. Even Innate Experts can’t defeat her, not to mention us post-Innate Ancient Martial Artists. Isn’t Qingshuang Pavilion just deliberately making it difficult?"

"Oh, no, the Sword Servant has suppressed her power, and the Green Frost Sword hasn’t been unsheathed. If there’s anyone to blame, it’s only ourselves for being weak," the Ancient Martial Artists were quite open-minded.

Lin Tian shook his head slightly, secretly laughing. You’re too easy to fool. Even if an Innate Expert doesn’t use inner strength, their understanding of Cultivation Technique and Ancient Martial skills is far beyond your reach. There’s no fairness in this trial.

Of course, this is the territory of Qingshuang Pavilion, and the game rules are set by them. Having an opinion is useless.

"Everyone, I’ll go try the trial now, excuse me." Not wanting to waste time, Lin Tian cupped his fist and bid farewell to the Ancient Martial Artists.

Upon hearing Lin Tian was going to challenge the trial, the Ancient Martial Artists immediately got excited. "Brother Lin Tian, we’ll cheer for you. At least win back some face for us."

"Alright, Lin Tian thanks everyone for the support." Lin Tian didn’t refuse because it was pointless; these Ancient Martial Artists were sure to want to watch the excitement.

Swayed by the crowd, Lin Tian and the group arrived at the outside of the Nine-story Pagoda by the gorge. At this moment, an iron cable spanned across the valley, connecting the two sides of the gorge. The wind blew through the gorge, causing the iron cable to sway continuously.

Today, after the rain cleared, the weather became much cooler, and the wind in the gorge increased as well, which was not good news for those attempting the trial.

"Brother Lin Tian, as long as you ring the copper bell on the side, the Sword Servant from the opposite side will appear. Pass her trial, and you can enter." An Ancient Martial Artist reminded.

Lin Tian bent down for a closer look and indeed saw a temporary copper bell set up by the gorge. As he was about to step forward and ring the bell, someone suddenly ran up from behind, cutting in front of him.

"Who are you, brother? Everyone needs to follow the order; Lin Tian got here first, so why are you cutting in?" An Ancient Martial Artist pointed at the person who cut in, extremely dissatisfied.

The man who cut in was young, wearing red tight clothing, but his hair was quite long, looking rather out of place. Lin Tian most disliked men with certain hairstyles: one is dyed in various colors, as dyed hair has long been outdated, and the other is long hair because not all men can pull off long hair smoothly; otherwise, it looks inappropriate and deserves a beating.

Especially the cutter, who looked even more like he deserved a beating. Yet Lin Tian stopped, choosing not to fight him for it.

The long-haired man thought Lin Tian was scared and continued arrogantly, "Hmph, challenging the trial relies on real skills; it’s not about who comes first. If you’re not skilled enough, coming first is useless."

With these words, he immediately offended a crowd of Ancient Martial Artists, as they were also the first to arrive but failed the trial. Everyone glared angrily, almost ready to fight.

The long-haired man, however, sneered dismissively, not even looking at the other Ancient Martial Artists, and walked straight up to ring the copper bell.

Bong...

The deep bell sound passed through the gorge, reached the opposite side. Before the sound completely faded, a figure appeared, quickly moving along the iron cable, soon reaching midway.

Clad in black, with a slender figure and beautiful face yet cold as frost, much like the Green Frost Sword behind her, resembling a black Mandala Flower where beauty and death meet in an instant.

The long-haired man saw the Sword Servant, his eyes flashed brightly, not because Miss Tang Muling was highly skilled, but because she was extremely pretty and had a nice figure.

Such a woman, with this temperament, is deadly attractive to men who like this type. The long-haired man leaped onto the iron cable, moving cleanly and sharply, leaving the Ancient Martial Artists on the shore speechless, as they realized the long-haired man had considerable strength.

The long-haired man tapped his feet, stepping on the iron cable until he was three meters away from Tang Muling, "Miss Tang, I offended you to catch a glimpse of the exquisite sword."

He gave a gentlemanly bow, and when he retrieved his hand, he somehow produced two daggers and rushed forward, covering the three-meter distance instantly. One dagger aimed at the heart, the other at the throat.

Upon seeing the long-haired man’s skill, many Ancient Martial Artists looked a bit pale, as they had considered challenging him but now realized they were no match.

Tang Muling remained expressionless. As the daggers struck, her right hand suddenly turned into a sword finger, stabbing at the long-haired man’s throat. Tang Muling didn’t defend, but counter-attacked, aiming to crush the long-haired man at the moment the daggers were upon.

The long-haired man was startled and quickly withdrew. Tang Muling seized the opportunity to attack continuously. What seemed initially easy soon turned unfavorable to the long-haired man, who had to dodge desperately.

Though he was dodging, the Ancient Martial Artists at the shore were impressed, as with their skills, they might have lost in the first move.

"Miss Tang, three moves have passed; I’ve cleared the trial, haven’t I?" The long-haired man shouted while dodging.

Tang Muling suddenly stomped forcefully on the iron cable, causing it to swing violently. The long-haired man was caught off guard, thrown into the air. Tang Muling advanced three steps, a palm strike landing on his shoulder.

The long-haired man immediately flew backward like a kite with a broken string, rolling to the shore, and Tang Muling coldly left a sentence, "I detest men with long hair."

Tang Muling didn’t give him another look and was about to leave when Lin Tian stepped forward and rang the copper bell.

"Get lost, I want to battle again!" The long-haired man, unwilling, got up to push Lin Tian aside.

"Noisy!" Lin Tian sneered, landing a chop on the long-haired man’s neck, causing him to faint instantly.

The speed of this move couldn’t be caught by any Ancient Martial Artist watching, stunning everyone in one move.

On the iron cable, Tang Muling slightly squinted her eyes, staring at Lin Tian. Lin Tian’s lips curled into a smile, leaping and covering several meters effectively and firmly landing on the iron cable.

Then he ran over the iron cable, stepping loudly, immediately recognizable to those watching knew Lin Tian wasn’t skilled in Qinggong, for he made the iron cable clatter and sway violently, yet remained stable, smoothly reaching Tang Muling.