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In the moment the Thunderbolt exploded, his figure blurred and appeared four zhang away. This was the range of the Thunderbolt's power that he had just noticed.
Since he had decided to eliminate multiple parties, he naturally would not hold back. A green light flickered in his hand, and small whirlwinds materialized out of thin air, then drilled into the green light within the sword. It was clearly a high-level sword technique, Whirling Winds.
"Kill..." Ren Pingsheng shouted angrily, a wind dragon surged with overwhelming force, locking onto the strong man not far away and rushing forward. This was the effect of nearly all his strength; only a trace of spiritual energy remained in his body. Therefore, if this attack failed, there would truly be no chance to escape.
"It should be possible; I already tried once before. He doesn't have much true energy to use; otherwise, with his status as a warrior, dodging a mid-level sword technique would be quite difficult."
"How is that possible? This is a high-level sword technique. Moreover, his mastery is quite good. How could a guy at the seventh level of Qi Refining possibly wield a high-level sword technique to such an extent?" The strong man's expression changed drastically as he felt the pressure; this move was not something he could withstand at his current state. Even if he tried to escape, it would be futile.
"You damn brat, just wait! Even if it involves some risk, I will eliminate you. You will regret this!" With an angry roar, he raised his aura and drew his sword for a slash. It was indeed the high-level sword technique he had used before, Overturning Mountains and Seas.
However, compared to before, its power was at most two-tenths of what it had been. It was evident that he had sustained severe injuries and had to continuously suppress the Venom within him; mobilizing this true energy must have been pushing him to his limits.
With a loud bang, the two sword techniques collided, winds howled and dust flew. The surrounding trees were affected, leaving only broken branches and fallen leaves in disarray.
Ren Pingsheng's face turned pale as he quickly retreated. However, the strong man's situation was not optimistic either; he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, his face darkening with ominous energy that seemed to spread.
"Heh heh, I never expected to be pushed to this extent by an ant in the Qi Refining stage. This is truly a huge joke. Since it has come to this, I will eliminate you first."
He gathered his aura and charged forward again. Ren Pingsheng continuously employed the Phantom Moon Movement Technique to evade his attacks, but his complexion began to pale as well. He was already heavily drained; now with this additional consumption, it wouldn't be long before he couldn't hold on any longer.
"It's fine; the opponent's attacks are getting weaker each time. There is still hope. If I can hold on a little longer, he might not last; it seems like his poisoning is getting worse." Ren Pingsheng kept comforting himself in his heart, encouraging himself not to give up.
"Damn it! Damn it! How could problems arise at this moment!" The strong man's attack suddenly slowed down again as he spat out another mouthful of blood—this time it was black. His complexion had turned dark and ominous; it seemed that his poisoning had become severe enough that he could no longer hold on.
"A good opportunity, take his life while he is sick." Ren Pingsheng would not show mercy. He moved closer, raised his hand to gather the last bit of spiritual energy, and slashed out a beam of sword light, which caused the man to collapse onto the ground.
The burly man managed to raise his hand with great effort, let out a miserable scream, and was sent flying a distance of ten feet. With a thud, he landed on the ground and after a moment, showed no further reaction.
"Ha... ha..." Lying on the ground, Ren Pingsheng gasped for breath, feeling utterly drained, even too lazy to move a finger.
After a while, as he regained some strength, Ren Pingsheng struggled to stand up. Looking at the burly man not far away who had already lost consciousness, he felt an indescribable mix of emotions. There was excitement at having gained many valuable things, but also a sense of sorrow that such a strong person had died here.
He wondered if one day he would meet the same fate—dying in an unknown place, ending in desolation, ultimately forgotten by the world. Although he had long known that this path was cruel, it was only now that he deeply understood it.
"I can't allow this; I must become strong, the strongest. No one can stop me." Ren Pingsheng shook his head and firmly declared in his heart. Though he had always talked about wanting to become strong, he had previously been quite relaxed about it, thinking that as long as he practiced slowly, it would be enough.
But now it was different. Not only did he have a strong desire to become powerful, but he also felt a sense of urgency. The Evil Sect had individuals who became respected-level powerhouses at eighteen; how old were those with even better talents when they reached that level?
What about those second-rate and first-rate forces that were stronger than the Evil Sect? How were their disciples faring? This was the source of his urgency.
Perhaps at the Canglan Sword Sect, his advancement speed was rapid, surpassing those around him by a significant margin. However, compared to the disciples of those major forces outside, he was still lacking considerably. It wasn't that he wasn't working hard enough; it was simply because his competitors were too weak.
Ultimately, the Canglan Sword Sect was just a low-tier sixth-grade force; both its foundation and vision were too limited. The methods for cultivating disciples could not compare with those of larger forces.
However, Ren Pingsheng knew that if he wanted to become an extraordinary powerhouse, he couldn't limit his focus to his sect; the competition there was far too low. His world lay outside; his opponents were the unparalleled geniuses from those major forces.
If he didn't venture out, he'd spend his life cooped up in a remote corner like a frog in a well—unaware of the vastness of heaven and earth or the breadth of the world.
At this moment, his mindset and perspective expanded immensely, like the vast galaxy. He was no longer the Ren Pingsheng who would feel joy from defeating an inner sect disciple two levels above him or from advancing faster than his peers; he had transformed into someone far more ambitious and aware.
"I am fourteen years old today, and I have only reached the Qi Layer of Refining Qi. Perhaps I am far behind those extraordinary geniuses from the great powers in the outside world. But from now on, I will do my utmost to catch up. One day, I will trample all of you underfoot." This was his declaration to himself and to the world.
The wind in the night blew! Witnessing! The stars in the sky twinkled! Anticipating!
"Although the situation is dangerous this time, the rewards should be considerable." Ren Pingsheng stood a few steps away, looking at the now silent Brute, his Refined Sword flashing as he thrust it down.
Suddenly, the person who had been silent for half a day below spat out a mouthful of black blood. He easily dodged it, showing no surprise, as if he had anticipated it.
"You... how did you know I wasn't dead?" The Brute appeared to be poisoned, his gaze starting to fade. He was merely holding on by a thread, not yet dead. It seemed he harbored deep resentment towards Ren Pingsheng; otherwise, he wouldn't have thought of taking him down with him in the end.
"You used this method once before; do you think I would be as foolish as that previous person?" Ren Pingsheng glanced at him and said calmly.
"Haha... kid, I am increasingly impressed by you. If I had known, I should have followed your advice and kept our distance. No one would have traced this back to a Little One at the Qi Refinement Stage like you. It was my overconfidence that led to this outcome."
"This Sword King Order is yours; perhaps in the future, it will bring you great fortune. Becoming a King-Level Expert is not impossible." The Brute's tone was somewhat self-deprecating, yet also fervent and lonely.
Looking at the Sword King Order on the ground, Ren Pingsheng felt a surge of excitement. Although he didn't know what it was, it had the potential to make someone a King-Level Expert.
A King-Level Expert could turn rivers and seas upside down with a wave of their hand, capable of destroying heaven and earth. Just imagining such a scenario made one's blood boil with excitement.
"What exactly is this Sword King Order? Is there really such great fortune as you say?" Ren Pingsheng asked with some confusion and even skepticism.
"Hehe, cannot say. Once you leave here in the future, you will naturally know. When you learn about the origins of the Sword King Order, you will understand its immense fortune. Otherwise, why would we fight so fiercely over it?"
"Alright, I never expected to have such luck; this Sword King Order is mine now. Just thinking about becoming a King-Level Expert is thrilling."
"What happened?" The Brute saw Ren Pingsheng bending over and straightened up, puzzled as he forced himself to ask without picking up the Sword King Order from the ground.
"Hehe, if I'm not mistaken, you must have tampered with it! First, you mentioned the opportunity to become a King-Level Expert, which made me let my guard down and become interested, even obsessed. Once I pick up the token, I fear I might end up like you." Ren Pingsheng crossed his arms and said with a cold smile.
"How could that be? I'm already a dead man; how could I do such a thing?" The Brute's eyes narrowed as he defended himself, "As the saying goes, 'When a person is about to die, their words are kind; when a bird is about to die, its cries are sorrowful.' I just don't want the Sword King Order that I obtained with my life to go unappreciated."
"Your expression has already told me the answer. I'll keep the Sword King Order safe; you can rest easy now." Ren Pingsheng said expressionlessly as he raised the Refined Sword in his hand.
"Ah... ah... I'm not willing to accept this! The Sword King Order is mine; I am the Heir of Destiny! How can I die here? You despicable little thief, how dare you not kill me! Even if I become a ghost, I won't let you go."
The Brute shouted frantically with a twisted face, filled with hatred for Ren Pingsheng. But after just a few shouts, his voice suddenly stopped. It turned out that the poison had already spread throughout his body, and he had completely breathed his last.
"What a pity for your cultivation. I'll live on well." Ren Pingsheng gently finished him off with another strike. Although it seemed he was truly dead, this guy had pretended to be dead twice before; who knew if it was fake again? He couldn't afford to be merciful for his own safety.
Looking at the two Spatial Bracelets in his hand, a smile appeared on his face. The contents inside made his smile even broader.
"Haha, there are dozens of Spirit Stones alone. Plus an Advanced Swordsmanship book, a High-Level Palm Technique book, a High-Level Body Technique book, and two magical-grade long swords." As for other miscellaneous items, he didn't bother to look closely. It was best to leave this place first.
Ren Pingsheng swiftly stored the Sword King Order and the Brute's corpse into one of the Spatial Bracelets, destroyed any traces that might have been left in the surroundings, and then flickered away into the night.
Only the mournful cold wind softly narrated this unknown tale. Unfortunately, who could understand it?
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