Chapter 132 Little Yanqing is a bit arrogant.
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On the shore of Lin Yuan Realm, two figures stood quietly.
The man was burly, with a cold and stern face. His brows were filled with an unyielding ferocity, and he exuded a chilling killing intent. It was Ren.
The other person had her arms crossed over her chest, her eyes slightly closed, her posture elegant and composed, as if she were strolling leisurely; it was Kafka.
Aren stared intently at the approaching starship in the distance, his gaze fixed on its target. His voice, hoarse as sandpaper rubbing against wood, slowly began to speak:
"He's here."
Kafka slowly opened her eyes, a subtle, enigmatic smile playing on her lips. Her voice remained gentle, yet carried an air of unwavering confidence.
"Yes, the timing is perfect."
As Ren watched Dan Heng approach, he suddenly clutched his head, his face contorted in agony, his teeth clenched as if enduring immense torment.
"...Those emotions appeared, Kaffa, I felt them."
"It's that feeling again! This excruciating pain, like my very soul is being ripped apart!"
Kafka slowly released her arms, her gaze falling on A-Ren, her tone calm, as if giving an order:
"Then release it, 'Demon Yin Body'..."
Soon, Danheng's starship docked at the shore. He leaped down and walked cautiously step by step to Ren and Kafka, his gaze sharp as a sword, staring intently at the two of them.
"You've come. Hehehehehe..."
Aren looked at Danheng who had walked up to him and laughed in a hoarse voice. His laughter was filled with deep-seated hatred and madness, and his eyes were bloodshot, like a wild beast driven to the brink of despair.
"It's time to pay the price! The time has come!!"
"You think you can escape just because you've changed your appearance and identity?! You think you can escape...?"
Dan Heng's face instantly darkened, and the atmosphere around him seemed to drop, clearly indicating his anger.
His voice was hoarse, but he remained calm.
"I've told you and that woman many times… I am Danheng."
"I have absolutely no connection with your past."
"Danheng..."
Ah Ren, clutching his head, let out a wild and maniacal laugh. The laugh was sharp and piercing, and his staggering steps, filled with intense killing intent, led him closer and closer.
"Do you think that by changing your appearance and identity, you can erase all your past sins?"
"You...you haven't even experienced 'death'...what right do you have?!"
"I will make you feel this pain, 'Danheng'! I will make you experience the taste of 'death' firsthand, again and again!"
"Oh, that won't do."
A clear, youthful voice suddenly came from behind, breaking the tense silence like a pebble thrown into a taut string.
At this extremely tense moment of confrontation, a blond-haired boy slowly emerged from the shadows behind the three figures.
The wisps of hair on his forehead were gently blown by the wind, and his brows and eyes carried a hint of unruly arrogance.
With one hand on his hip, his steps were steady yet lighthearted, as he approached, his gaze fixed on the blade like a hawk's.
"You can't kill anyone today, you wanted criminal, because you have to come with me."
Those under the sky looked at the young man, and a figure flashed through their minds—it was him who was beside Jing Yuan when Ren was imprisoned in the Prison at the opening ceremony!
Everyone remembered his name; it was Yanqing!
Unexpectedly, this young boy, who looks so immature and has a chubby face, is so arrogant.
Faced with the murderous aura and blood-soaked blade, he dared to step forward alone to block it, without even a trace of fear!
Is this kid really as young as he looks?
To dare to face such a terrifying enemy, this courage and boldness is something that even many seasoned adults would be ashamed of!
Ren recognized Yan Qing at a glance. He crossed his arms, his shoulders and back slightly tense, a cold, mocking smile playing on his lips. He snorted coldly, his voice full of disdain:
"Jingyuan's lackey…didn't Jingyuan teach you to assess the situation? You're so arrogant."
Yan Qing completely ignored Ren's taunts, as if she hadn't heard them. Her gaze first fell on Dan Heng, treating him as just an ordinary passerby. She waved to him casually:
"Hey, get out of there, swords don't have eyes, you might get hurt—wait?"
However, when Yanqing moved closer and saw the outline of Danheng's eyebrows and eyes clearly, her gaze suddenly froze.
He stopped instinctively, a look of confusion on his face, his brows furrowed, and he murmured to himself:
"You look familiar...where have I seen you before?"
Before Yanqing could think it through or confirm Danheng's identity,
A cold glint flashed in his eyes, and his killing intent surged suddenly. His figure moved like a ghost in an instant, almost turning into a blur, and circled behind Dan Heng.
The long sword in his hand glowed with an eerie red light, carrying a chilling killing intent, and he suddenly attacked Dan Heng's back!
"Stop hiding!" His voice was hoarse, like sandpaper coated with poison, filled with gritted teeth and hatred.
Dan Heng reacted extremely quickly, sensing the killing intent behind him almost the instant the blade moved.
Instinctively, he turned to the side, drew his spear, and like lightning slicing through the darkness, barely blocked the blade's fatal blow!
"clang!"
The sound of metal clashing was piercing and sharp, sparks flew everywhere, and the surrounding air trembled slightly.
Blade truly lives up to his reputation as a top-tier Star Core Hunter; his strength is beyond imagination, far surpassing that of ordinary powerhouses.
He held the longsword in one hand, and with a flick of his wrist, his sword moves were as dense as a storm and as fast as lightning, each move aimed at a vital point, and each strike carried immense force.
Dan Heng barely managed to withstand a few blows before his arms went numb from the impact. He gradually lost his balance, stumbled, and fell to the ground in a sorry state.
His chest heaved violently, and his breathing became somewhat disordered.
Ren raised his longsword high, looking at Dan Heng lying on the ground helplessly, a crazy and bloodthirsty smile curving his lips.
His eyes gleamed with excitement, his voice laced with bloodlust, and his longsword slashed downwards with the force to cleave mountains and split rocks:
"To reveal the true form—"
"Show it!"
"stop!"
Just as Ren's longsword was about to touch Dan Heng, Yan Qing moved like lightning, instantly rushing between the two, holding his longsword horizontally in front of his chest, and steadily catching Ren's powerful blow.
"clang!"
Another deafening roar followed, and two spiderweb-like cracks instantly appeared on the ground beneath Yanqing's feet.
He remained standing firmly, his back ramrod straight, without taking a single step back. His face showed no fear, but rather a fierce fighting spirit.
The people on Douluo Continent were completely stunned, their smiles freezing instantly:
This seemingly frail little boy in front of me was able to fight several rounds against Ren and still hold his own!
He could not only wield his longsword nimbly, but also accurately parry the blade's fierce attacks.
Several ice-blue flying swords could instantly condense around him, shooting towards the blade with a sharp whooshing sound, at tricky angles!
He repeatedly repelled the blade.
Yan Qing quickly formed hand seals, his fingertips swirling with a faint chill. He pointed his sword at the blade, and a sudden burst of cold air spread around him, causing the temperature to plummet.
One after another, crystal-clear, gleaming ice swords continuously condensed and took shape.
Like a well-trained swarm of bees, they shot densely towards the blades, their offensive surging and giving the opponent no chance to breathe!
"So powerful! Such incredible swordsmanship!!"
Sword Douluo Chen Xin watched the battle between Yan Qing and Ren in the sky, his eyes bloodshot, his breathing becoming rapid, and his heart churning with turmoil.
Both of them were swordsmen, and their exquisite swordsmanship deeply shocked and inspired him, a titled Douluo who had dedicated his life to pursuing the ultimate swordsmanship!
The Seven Kill Sword in his hand trembled slightly, almost uncontrollably.
The sword hummed in its sheath, as if echoing the sword energy in the sky, yearning for battle.
Watching the two fight, every sword move was deadly and without any flaws. The sword shadows clashed so fast that it was dazzling.
The sword's trajectory was almost invisible, and each collision unleashed astonishing energy, with shockwaves sweeping around.
This immediately aroused a strong longing in Sword Douluo, and his fists clenched unconsciously!
If he could also learn these exquisite sword techniques, his swordsmanship would surely reach a higher level.
Break through existing bottlenecks and reach unprecedented heights!
He stared intently at the sky, his eyes wide open, not even daring to blink, afraid of missing any detail, and memorized the two sword moves firmly in his mind.
However, no matter how fierce Yanqing's flying sword attacks were, the blade remained unfazed, even appearing more powerful, as if it didn't take these attacks seriously at all.
This man rose from countless life-or-death battles and mountains of corpses.
His combat experience was terrifyingly rich; he twirled his longsword in a strange and enchanting arc, and his swordplay suddenly changed.
With a whoosh, the sword grazed past Yanqing's ear, leaving a trail of red spider lily petals in its wake.
Yanqing's face was full of disbelief. He was startled and realized something was wrong. He quickly turned around and looked in the direction of the blade.
The sword was as fast as lightning, as if it had a life of its own, and it struck Dan Heng straight in the chest from behind!
He was seriously injured!
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