King of Hundred Victories Saber

Chapter 157: Chapter 114: Battle at Black Wind Stronghold: Liu Tingting’s Hypocrisy and Assistance (Part 2)

In an instant, a fierce blade energy roared out like a surging tsunami, with the force of moving mountains and overturning seas, directly attacking Liu Tingting.

Liu Tingting’s expression remained calm, immediately activating the Holy Water Technique. Her body was as light as a swallow, leaping high backward to cleverly evade the fierce blow. In the air, her posture was graceful, like a butterfly dancing, with each leap showcasing elegance and strength.

The Ice Jade Sword in her hand lightly swayed as she executed the ”Divine Water Swordsmanship.” The sword wind was cold and gentle like water, forming a sharp contrast with the surrounding murderous atmosphere. Her gaze was clear, like cold stars twinkling in the night sky, seemingly piercing through all illusions.

Facing Chu Kuanglan’s oppressive aura, akin to a mountain, Liu Tingting remained at ease. Her movements were as light as willow branches swaying in the wind, or like a phoenix ready to soar, full of vibrant beauty.

Chu Kuanglan noticed this and the corner of his mouth curled into a cold smile, clearly not taking this seemingly weak woman seriously.

However, just as he prepared to launch another attack, Liu Tingting’s figure suddenly transformed into countless blue illusions, bewildering and elusive. Chu Kuanglan was momentarily stunned, then angrily shouted, swinging his long knife to create a gust of wind, attempting to sweep all these illusions away. But Liu Tingting’s Body Technique was too mysterious. With the depth of the Holy Water Technique and the lightness of the Divine Water Swordsmanship, every movement was perfectly timed to avoid Chu Kuanglan’s blade while sharply seeking opportunities to counterattack.

For a moment, they advanced and retreated, sword shadows and blade lights intertwined, dazzling to the eye.

After seven intense moves, Chu Kuanglan had yet to gain any advantage, causing him to angrily shout and launch a fierce attack once more.

His blade technique was imposing, each slash carrying irresistible power, intending to crush Liu Tingting within the blade light.

Liu Tingting responded calmly, her Long Sword dancing lightly, turning into points of sword light, like twinkling stars, skillfully resolving each of Chu Kuanglan’s attacks. Her swordsmanship flowed like a continuous stream, every tremble of the sword tip seemed to tell the rhythm of battle. In this fierce fight, her presence became increasingly captivating, like a flowing masterpiece of stunning beauty, combining both the beauty of strength and feminine grace.

After another ten moves or so, Chu Kuanglan’s strikes grew even more violent, veins bulging on his forehead like fierce little snakes. His mouth continuously emitted beast-like roars, as if the sound could shatter the heavens and earth.

Liu Tingting felt the pressure grow like Mount Tai pressing down, yet her exquisite face remained calm, with bright eyes sparkling with lively light, fully focused on observing Chu Kuanglan’s every move, not missing a single subtle flaw. Suddenly, Liu Tingting sharply sensed that after a series of powerful attacks, Chu Kuanglan’s steps showed a barely noticeable unsteadiness, and the continuity of his blade technique slightly faltered. The corner of her delicate lips lifted into a faint, barely noticeable cold smile as she whispered to herself: the time has come.

In an instant, Liu Tingting’s figure swiftly moved close to Chu Kuanglan’s side like a phantom. Her movements were smooth and rapid, like a brilliant meteor streaking across the night sky, instantly changing the situation on the battlefield.

Her light and graceful posture was like a flower petal dancing in the wind, yet carried a lethal threat.

Chu Kuanglan was greatly shocked, his eyes filled with horror and panic, hurriedly bringing his blade back to defend.

However, Liu Tingting’s Divine Water Swordsmanship was swift as lightning. Beautiful as a Celestial Immortal, she at this moment was like a deadly Asura, thrusting out a series of strikes, each sharp and ruthless, every strike carrying a decisive killing intent.

Chu Kuanglan struggled to resist, his Long Sword swinging like a storm, trying to fend off the sword moves as fierce as a sudden gale.

But Liu Tingting’s sword tip remained like an agile venomous snake, slicing a blood mark on his arm. Blood gushed out instantly, slowly dripping along his arm, splattering into crimson blossoms on the ground, leaving cruel marks of this fierce duel.

The injured Chu Kuanglan became even more frenzied, his rationality completely devoured by anger, launching a last, desperate assault.

His eyes were filled with madness and despair, the Long Sword in his hand swung with a tiger-like wind, each cut carrying a do-or-die momentum.

However, Liu Tingting had long seen through his attack patterns. Her graceful figure maneuvered cleverly through the beams of swords and lights of blades, her swordsmanship like an elegant dancer twirling on stage. Seemingly light and graceful, yet subtly harboring lethal intent. While deftly dodging Chu Kuanglan’s attacks, she gradually tired him out, each dodge and counterattack precise and deadly.

Finally, Chu Kuanglan reached exhaustion, displaying an obvious flaw in his movements.

Liu Tingting’s gaze sharpened, a flash of cold light passed through her beautiful eyes, like a dagger in a cold night.

She suddenly thrust her Long Sword, the movement clean and swift, without the slightest hesitation.

The Long Sword penetrated directly through Chu Kuanglan’s chest, the tip emerging from his back, leaving a fatal wound in his chest.

Instantaneously, Chu Kuanglan’s eyes widened in disbelief and fear, his sword slowly slipping from his hand, clanging onto the ground, making a clear sound. His body fell heavily, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Liu Tingting stood with her sword withdrawn, slightly panting, her heaving chest adding an extra allure to her demeanor. A smile of victory surfaced on her face, yet it carried a hint of coldness and cruelty, much like a Mandala Flower blooming on the edge of Hell, beautiful yet deadly.