NABC Chapter 121 Allied Forces vs. Good and Evil in a Deadly Battle
Chapter 121 Allied Forces vs. Good and Evil in a Deadly Battle
Whenever Su Muyue's aura became disordered, a wisp of gentle and pure starlight would travel from afar, steadily finding the restless blood poison within her body. With a light touch, the poison would retract. This was a protective force sent out by Lin Chen while he was engaged in battle with two mid-stage Transformation Realm experts. He didn't turn around, nor did he slow his sword strikes, but his starlight seemed to have eyes, precisely traversing the battlefield and landing on her.
Lin Chen faced the enemy's two strongest combat forces alone—two Qin family guards at the mid-stage of the Transformation Realm.
Two guards attacked from the left and right, their coordination so perfect it was as if they were two halves of the same person. The one on the left unleashed a powerful palm strike, each blow carrying immense force, specifically targeting Lin Chen's lower body. Wherever his palm struck, deep furrows were carved into the ground. The one on the right wielded a nimble longsword, his swordplay cunning and maneuvering, specifically seeking out openings in Lin Chen's swordsmanship. The two, one forceful and the other gentle, one orthodox and the other unorthodox, combined offense and defense seamlessly, fully utilizing the advantages of their mid-stage Transformation Realm cultivation. The true energy of the Transformation Realm was condensed and profound, far surpassing that of the Meridian Opening Realm. The combined pressure of the two made the surrounding air thick and heavy, as if one were submerged in water.
"Late stage of the Meridian Opening Realm, you dare to stand against the two of us alone? You don't know the immensity of heaven and earth!" The left guard sneered, his palm storm swelled, and the cyan true energy condensed into a huge palm print, with the palm lines clearly visible, like the hand of a real giant, which slammed down on us.
Lin Chen didn't take the blow head-on. He used his Star Step technique, his figure swaying unpredictably, like a leaf in the wind, like a shooting star streaking across the night sky, calmly dodging the heavy palm strike. The palm print slammed into the ground, creating a three-foot-deep crater, and flying debris struck his protective star energy, making a crackling sound.
The Starry Sky Sword Technique unfolded, its silvery sword light continuous and dazzling, like a silver ribbon dancing in the air. The sword techniques contained the evil-dispelling and demon-suppressing power of the *Starry Sky Origin Technique*, specifically designed to counter the Qin family's corrupted true energy. Each clash of sword and palm, sword against sword, would explode into a burst of silvery-white light, dispersing and purifying the corrupted energy within the opponent's true energy. The left guard's palm strikes weakened, while the right guard's swordplay became increasingly chaotic—they could feel their true energy diminishing with each collision, not just being consumed, but disappearing, completely erased by that silvery-white power.
"The difference in cultivation levels does indeed exist." Lin Chen's voice came from within the sword light, calm as if he were discussing something unrelated to himself. "But cultivation techniques and willpower can make up for everything."
Before he finished speaking, the sword's momentum suddenly surged.
The stellar power of the late-stage Meridian Opening Realm poured out without reservation, with all twelve meridians opening simultaneously. The stellar power surged into the sword like a flood bursting its banks. The starlight on the sword transformed from scattered specks into a concentrated pillar of light. A starry river sword shadow, several meters long, appeared in the mist, like a divine sword descending from the sky. A dazzling galaxy flowed across the sword's surface, every star burning, every ray of light roaring.
Star River Myriad Calamities Slash.
This was a killing move he had fully mastered after breaking through to the late stage of the Meridian Opening Realm. It was the supreme mystery of the middle volume of the "Star Origin Technique," compressing all the star power in his body to the extreme, condensing it into a single point, and then releasing it instantly. This sword strike embodied all his accumulation, all his sweat, and all his beliefs since he embarked on the path of martial arts.
A silvery-white sword shadow pierced through the mist, its sharp sword energy tearing through layers of evil energy. Wherever the sword shadow passed, the air was ripped open with a black crack, the ground was plowed with a deep trench, and the mist on both sides surged to either side like seawater that had been split open.
The two Qin family guards' expressions changed drastically.
They sensed it—that wasn't the power a martial artist at the Meridian Opening Realm should possess. That silvery-white star power far surpassed their Qi Transformation Realm true energy in quality. It wasn't a quantitative crushing, but a qualitative crushing; it was the natural restraint of a superior over another, like flames burning paper, like sunlight melting snow.
The two hurriedly joined forces to activate their protective true energy, and two layers of azure light shields were superimposed, as thick as two city walls. Dense true energy patterns flowed across the surface of the light shields, each pattern being the culmination of their years of arduous cultivation.
Boom—
A deafening roar reverberated throughout the canyon, and ripples of energy spread wildly from the point of engagement, sweeping away the gray mist within a radius of dozens of feet. The two sides engaged in combat were forced to temporarily cease their fighting by the shockwave; some were thrown to the ground, while others staggered back several steps before barely managing to regain their footing.
The azure protective shield shattered inch by inch, like glass struck by a heavy hammer. Cracks spread outwards from the center before collapsing with a deafening roar. The two guards' blood surged, and they were sent flying backward, tumbling twice in the air before crashing heavily to the ground and sliding several meters further. Their hands were split open, blood streaming down their faces. They tried to get up, but their arms gave way, and they fell back down. Their faces were filled with horror, staring at Lin Chen as if they had seen a ghost.
They never expected that a martial artist at the Meridian Opening Realm could unleash such terrifying combat power. It wasn't just an overwhelming victory in terms of realm, but a qualitative one—their true energy was like paper before Lin Chen's stellar power, like ice and snow meeting a raging fire.
"Your cultivation technique... is the authentic inheritance of the first Martial Emperor!" The right-hand guard exclaimed in shock, his voice trembling. Greed, apprehension, and fear flashed in his eyes, a complex mix of emotions. "No wonder the evil race was so determined to capture you... This treasure is enough to overturn the entire martial arts landscape!"
Lin Chen gave him no chance to catch his breath. His figure flashed out again, and the sword light returned. This time, it wasn't a pursuit, but a kill.
He didn't have time.
On the other side of the battlefield, although the human allied forces fought bravely, the enemy had a numerical advantage, and with an elder of the evil race at the late stage of the Transformation Realm in command, the battle lines gradually began to falter. Zhao Tiejun's heavy sword was already chipped, the blade riddled with nicks, yet he was still swinging and slashing, but his movements had clearly slowed. His left hand had been severed at some point, his forearm twisted at an impossible angle, and he was wielding his sword with his right hand alone, his face covered in blood, indistinguishable as to whether it was his own or the enemy's. Behind him, seven or eight of his comrades from the military had already fallen, some still able to move, others already motionless.
Several freshmen, seriously wounded, were dragged to the rear of the line by their comrades. Su Ling'er frantically tried to stop their bleeding, give them medicine, and bandage them. The supplies in her medicine box were dwindling at a visible rate. The defensive line was being compressed continuously; the once solid line had shrunk inward by nearly ten zhang (approximately 33 meters). With each step back, several corpses and pools of blood were left on the ground.
The situation is becoming increasingly critical.