amaotonovel Chapter 839 Being Chased
Chapter 839 Being Chased
The Qilian Mountains are thousands of miles away from Shuntian Prefecture. Along the way, one must pass through towering mountains, the loess plateau with its crisscrossing ravines, and the turbulent Yellow River.
For ordinary people, this is a path to death; even for martial arts masters, it is an extremely unusual path.
Lin Ping walked alone on this long road, his thin figure looking somewhat lonely.
These past few days, Lin Ping's feelings have been somewhat complicated. He doesn't even know how to face Meng Qingge. He needs to calm down and sort out his personal feelings.
Seven days later, Lin Ping successfully crossed the Yellow River and entered the Lüliang Mountains.
"It's so quiet around here." After nightfall, Lin Ping slowed his pace and couldn't hear a sound, not even the slightest rustling of the wind.
He had passed by here a few days ago and clearly encountered several wild rabbits and sparrows in the vicinity, but the quietness now was somewhat eerie.
Lin Ping immediately became alert, activating the functions of both his left and right eyes simultaneously.
"You guys have been chasing me all this way, you must be tired by now," Lin Ping said loudly, finding a spot with complicated terrain.
He knew he was being followed by the enemy, which is why he had been fleeing desperately. But now he was surrounded, and continuing to run would only waste his energy. Who knew if the number of enemies would increase?
On a dark and stormy night, Lin Ping must make full use of his advantages.
"You brat! Prepare to die!" With a cold shout, a cold light descended from the sky.
"A giant sword?" Lin Ping muttered to himself, trying to dodge into areas with more trees.
Click, click, click!
Before the giant sword fell, it cleaved through countless tree branches, gradually slowing down. This was the main reason Lin Ping chose complex terrain.
"You're the one who deserves to die." Lin Ping's figure flashed, and he quickly appeared near the man, his short sword drawing a beautiful flourish.
The opponent's greatsword was stuck in the tree branch and could not move for a while, watching helplessly as Lin Ping approached.
"Trying to use the complex terrain to your advantage? You're too naive!" came another sinister voice.
This person was several times faster than the previous one, even making it difficult for Lin Ping to predict. He also wielded a short sword, but his blade was more swift and precise.
"Such speed!" Lin Ping exclaimed inwardly, and hurriedly used his predictive abilities to defend himself.
Boring!
The two short swords clashed together, and Lin Ping somersaulted several times in the air before landing safely.
"Fourth-stage perfect realm!" Lin Ping gasped, immediately assessing the newcomer's strength.
He had only just advanced to the late stage of the fourth level, and even with the ability of his eyes, he might not be able to defeat his opponent, not to mention that the enemy was not alone.
"Oh no! An ambush!" Lin Ping sensed a chill and turned around abruptly, only to find a huge object crashing down on him.
This is an iron hammer weighing over a hundred kilograms. Its speed and power are not to be underestimated. If you are hit directly, you will either break your bones or die on the spot.
Lin Ping lightly touched the ground with his toes, his body rising into the air and landing squarely on the sledgehammer—the safest way to do so.
"Using my hammer as a stepping stone? I think you're asking for trouble." A deep voice echoed through the night, and the other person's arm, as thick as a tree root, suddenly pulled back, causing the hammer to retreat rapidly.
Due to inertia, Lin Ping's body began to tilt. In mid-air, he could not find a point of leverage and could not change direction. He could only watch as the fourth person launched an attack from below him.
Bang!
At the critical moment, Lin Ping fired downwards, missing his target but saving his life.
"Who are you? Why do you want to kill me?" Lin Ping stood firmly on the ground and asked calmly.
"Turns out he's an idiot, still doesn't know who he offended," one of them said, shaking his head.
Lin Ping knew their identities, of course, but he didn't want to continue the fight. It was obvious that he couldn't win!
The opponent consisted of four people, two of whom were at the fourth stage of perfect mastery, and two of whom were at the early stage of fifth stage. He simply couldn't handle them.
If it weren't for the darkness of the night, he would probably have been defeated long ago.
He regretted not bringing a few experts from the Crimson Sun Pavilion with him; it was clearly a deliberate act of handing them lives.
"All you want is money, I'll pay five times the price!" Lin Ping attempted to negotiate peacefully.
He knew that the Nightshade Palace was divided into factions, and these people might not necessarily be seeking revenge for Ye Ding. Besides, no one knew that he was the one who killed Ye Ding.
Lin Ping preferred that they were employed by someone, that is, to earn money.
Problems that can be solved with money are never a problem for Lin Ping.
"You brat, you don't understand the Nightshade Palace at all! We only want your life!" the other party said coldly, directly blocking Lin Ping's path.
"This doesn't make sense. Why don't the people of Nightshade Palace love money anymore?" Lin Ping muttered to himself, his brain racing.
Clearly, his brain wasn't working as fast as the enemy's cold weapons, so he had to focus on the fight.
"Four against one, and all of them are experts, how am I supposed to fight this?!" Lin Ping was in a panic, dodging and weaving through dangerous situations, with the possibility of being killed at any moment.
"With your speed, you can't dodge it at all!" The man with the short sword rushed over and quickly slashed at Lin Ping's arm.
Using his ability to anticipate attacks, Lin Ping managed to block the blow, but he was unable to defend against the other person's heavy punch.
Bang!
A huge fist slammed into Lin Ping's chest, and blood gushed from his mouth. After staggering back more than ten meters, Lin Ping finally stopped by using the big tree behind him.
"If this guy had used a hammer, I'm afraid I would be dead by now." Lin Ping wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, feeling a wave of fear.
Because he had mobilized some energy in advance to resist, his ribs were not broken, but his internal organs were churning.
"You brat, do you think you can escape?" The group slowly approached, already treating Lin Ping as if he were dead.
"End it!"
The man wielding the giant sword launched a fatal blow at Lin Ping, capable of cleaving him in two.
"Where's the protagonist's halo? Where's the promise of surviving to the end? It's all a lie! Novels are all lies!" As death approached, Lin Ping cursed loudly.
If he had known there was no such thing as a protagonist's halo, he would never have set off alone.
"If you kill me, can you withstand the wrath of my wives?" Lin Ping closed his eyes slowly, images of Jiang Yunying and the others flashing through his mind.
He wanted to recall all his female confidantes before his consciousness faded away.
Lin Ping's lips curled up slightly, his heart filled with countless emotions. He came with only memories, and he left with only memories. He only hoped that when he woke up, he could travel through time again.
If he were given another chance, he would desperately practice martial arts and never want to be protected by women again. The feeling of being a kept man is quite unpleasant.
shhhhhh!
The sword flashed, sparks flew, and a crisp sound woke Lin Ping.
Lin Ping's eyes widened as a woman in flowing white robes was locked in combat with an enemy.