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The Tomb Raid had been ongoing for three days.
Blood Seeking Sword: Sunrise Blood
Blood Seeking Sword: Culling River!
Blood Seeking Sword: Calamity Connection!
Qinyang saw the coming of the sword techniques and she met it by opening her impenetrable defense and then accepting the injuries that come with the attack before slaying one of them, "Heralding Sword: Phoenix Sorrow."
With a slash, she managed to kill one and in return, the Impostors managed to shower her with sword slashes. Everything was ripped to pieces, even her face mask cracked and turned to dust the moment it came into contact with the sword slashes.
Qinyang began bleeding profusely, her breathing became ragged but as she did so, her bloodline took over, and from the gaps that was her wounds came a brilliant crimson blaze that healed her wounds.
And when this happened, the Impostors momentarily stopped all their movements and began assessing the situation. Four of them had already died, because of Qinyang's unorthodox fighting style, and despite their advantage in number Qinyang would eventually win because of her inexhaustible stamina and qi… they began seeking an alternative path.
They may have been impostors, but they were a copy of Wang Ling, they were him in one way or the other. They have his skills, their mastery, their qi, and of course what makes Wang Ling himself, his temperament.
"For someone who looks so young, you are a terrifying existence because of your willingness to endure the pain. It took me countless life and death battles to even overcome the fear of death, for someone who is so young, I wonder, how many fights have you fought to be this decisive?" Every single one Wang Ling spoke the same words without any deviation.
Qinyang could feel his voice echoing inside her head, and with but a sigh, she answered, "None, but I had a pretty strict mentor… her methods were unorthodox but I got to where I am now because of her."
"And did she teach you to save others in exchange for yours?"
"Nah, I got it from my Father." Qinyang's words echoed, "You wouldn't mind acting as an Elderly being to spare the young ones in this Tomb, right? How about it? Why not spare everyone inside and just leave? With that, you can keep your numbers."
"How quaint, I would have spared all except the bearer of the Holy Qi, but because everyone in this tomb would one day become our enemy, I can do nothing but kill you all." Their voices sounded disappointed as they spoke. The Impostors seem to have agreed to Qinyang, however, in their eyes, no one inside the tomb was an innocent bystander.
Everyone was a combatant that would fight them, and to Wang Ling who does not bat an eye when killing a person, the act of killing everyone inside the Tomb was nothing but a passing thought to him, nothing but a matter of responsibility, "Also, you make it sound like you can actually kill me…"
Qinyang without her mask on was very beautiful, her perfect face and sharp eyes made her seemed extremely elegant and her brash way of talking oozed unruly regality. But as she heard that question, her eyes turned even sharper, she brought out a gray hair tie and wrapped it around her silvery-white hair that was soon dyed by the blood on her hand.
Qinyang's bloodstained lips, she smirked at the Impostors, and then spoke with an upturned nose, "I'm not making it sound like I can kill you all… I really can kill every single one of you."
"I would say you are arrogant, but seeing your expression, I would rather say… confidence? Either way, this will end very badly for you… then… how this… every single one of me in this Tomb will get serious now. Can you still say your piece with absolute confidence?"
Qinyang broader this time around, "Please do."
BOOM! BOOM!
Without any mention nor warnings, the two sides move with overlapping intent.
The Impostors moved in droves, and Qiyang met their swords and absolute killing intent with calmness. A fight where the death occurred, a fight against a group against one, a fight that the more went on the more it became a battle that became increasingly impossible to predict.
Because in a fight of this level, screams should be heard, roars should echo, but between them all, only the clash of blades and the utterance of their techniques mattered. The idea of a hot-blooded exchange did not occur.
They were all simply… fighting for their own goals. Everyone was silent, but their sounds created a symphony of shrill cries! The swords moved according to their wielders' d.e.s.i.r.es. There was no margin of error, everything was inside a calculated path, and in a one against fifty situations… Qinyang managed to stand her ground.
She moved and approached the Impostors with impunity. There was no fear in her eyes, but there was cautiousness. She moved, and gathered her strength on her right arm, she moved and jammed it inside an Impostor.
Her right hand penetrated one, and when she tried retracting it, she failed to even make an attempt.
She saw the Impostor's eyes, telling her that she was not the only one capable of doing such a thing as sacrificing a limb or two.
A sword moved, quickly to severe it without. Qinyang saw this with a widened eye, yet she did not stop… her reaction was simply to move to the side and then drag one of them to the ground.
BOOM! The ground exploded as another was incapacitated. Qinyang moved her right stump. The stump's end met the connecting end of her severed hand and as it did so, Qinyang reattached her right hand and then poured everything she had into her fist.
"Die." She said as flames devoured the Impostor.
Qinyang expected the Impostor to be incinerated, but at the next moment, the only thing she saw was a very broad smile from a burning body.
Five Golden Rings appeared behind his head. The Impostor diverted the flames to his back and suffered zero major injuries other than the hole in his stomach.
He smiled as he finally let go of Qinyang's hands before jumping backward, saying, "It was fun, sadly, this is checkmate."
When Qingyang finally noticed it, the ones she had supposedly incapacitated were already nowhere to be found. She looked around, and then, the only thing she saw was an empty field and Impostors in every direction charging their killing intent to its utmost limitations.
She smiled, "Oh that is messed up."
Sunrise Blood
Culling River
Blood Falls
Three varied techniques came out and then a net-like formation of sword slashes formed. When Qinyang saw this, she already calculated that in the next two seconds, she would be nothing but minced meat.
There was no gaps, no errors, no escape, but she did not despair, instead, she smiled even more so than before!
"Shishishi! THAT'S WHAT I'M LOOKING FOR!" She roared as her entire being was doused with bright vermillion flames.
On her back, another set of wings appeared!
"Flame Origin Art: Worldly Incineration"
With Qinyang as the center, a dome made of flames appeared and devoured the sword slashes.
Qinyang managed to deflect the sure death trap the Impostors laid out and from the billowing smokes came out a new Qinyang.
With a very broad smile, now red hair, two sets of wings, and crimson eyes, Qinyang even more devilish than the Impostors who possessed Hellish Qi.
Yuan Qing and Yuan Ming who arrived seconds later stopped a few hundred meters away, then watched Qinyang from afar.
Both were silent, until Yuan Qing spoke, "That's her Phoenix Asura form, correct?"
"Yes."
"…well, so much for letting the real one take care of the others."
After seeing Qinyang's form, the twins sighed at the disappointment, because they knew, that every single Impostor would die under the hands of Qinyang.
An Impostor saw this and just sighed, he walked to one someone who had the same Hellish Qi as he and then-
SLASH!
The Impostor beheaded one of them on his own....
The twins saw this and raised their brows, saying, "Oh good, they're giving up. Didn't peg him to be a quitter."
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The Tomb Raid had been ongoing for three days.
Blood Seeking Sword: Sunrise Blood
Blood Seeking Sword: Culling River!
Blood Seeking Sword: Calamity Connection!
Qinyang saw the coming of the sword techniques and she met it by opening her impenetrable defense and then accepting the injuries that come with the attack before slaying one of them, "Heralding Sword: Phoenix Sorrow."
With a slash, she managed to kill one and in return, the Impostors managed to shower her with sword slashes. Everything was ripped to pieces, even her face mask cracked and turned to dust the moment it came into contact with the sword slashes.
Qinyang began bleeding profusely, her breathing became ragged but as she did so, her bloodline took over, and from the gaps that was her wounds came a brilliant crimson blaze that healed her wounds.
And when this happened, the Impostors momentarily stopped all their movements and began assessing the situation. Four of them had already died, because of Qinyang's unorthodox fighting style, and despite their advantage in number Qinyang would eventually win because of her inexhaustible stamina and qi… they began seeking an alternative path.
They may have been impostors, but they were a copy of Wang Ling, they were him in one way or the other. They have his skills, their mastery, their qi, and of course what makes Wang Ling himself, his temperament.
"For someone who looks so young, you are a terrifying existence because of your willingness to endure the pain. It took me countless life and death battles to even overcome the fear of death, for someone who is so young, I wonder, how many fights have you fought to be this decisive?" Every single one Wang Ling spoke the same words without any deviation.
Qinyang could feel his voice echoing inside her head, and with but a sigh, she answered, "None, but I had a pretty strict mentor… her methods were unorthodox but I got to where I am now because of her."
"And did she teach you to save others in exchange for yours?"
"Nah, I got it from my Father." Qinyang's words echoed, "You wouldn't mind acting as an Elderly being to spare the young ones in this Tomb, right? How about it? Why not spare everyone inside and just leave? With that, you can keep your numbers."
"How quaint, I would have spared all except the bearer of the Holy Qi, but because everyone in this tomb would one day become our enemy, I can do nothing but kill you all." Their voices sounded disappointed as they spoke. The Impostors seem to have agreed to Qinyang, however, in their eyes, no one inside the tomb was an innocent bystander.
Everyone was a combatant that would fight them, and to Wang Ling who does not bat an eye when killing a person, the act of killing everyone inside the Tomb was nothing but a passing thought to him, nothing but a matter of responsibility, "Also, you make it sound like you can actually kill me…"
Qinyang without her mask on was very beautiful, her perfect face and sharp eyes made her seemed extremely elegant and her brash way of talking oozed unruly regality. But as she heard that question, her eyes turned even sharper, she brought out a gray hair tie and wrapped it around her silvery-white hair that was soon dyed by the blood on her hand.
Qinyang's bloodstained lips, she smirked at the Impostors, and then spoke with an upturned nose, "I'm not making it sound like I can kill you all… I really can kill every single one of you."
"I would say you are arrogant, but seeing your expression, I would rather say… confidence? Either way, this will end very badly for you… then… how this… every single one of me in this Tomb will get serious now. Can you still say your piece with absolute confidence?"
Qinyang broader this time around, "Please do."
BOOM! BOOM!
Without any mention nor warnings, the two sides move with overlapping intent.
The Impostors moved in droves, and Qiyang met their swords and absolute killing intent with calmness. A fight where the death occurred, a fight against a group against one, a fight that the more went on the more it became a battle that became increasingly impossible to predict.
Because in a fight of this level, screams should be heard, roars should echo, but between them all, only the clash of blades and the utterance of their techniques mattered. The idea of a hot-blooded exchange did not occur.
They were all simply… fighting for their own goals. Everyone was silent, but their sounds created a symphony of shrill cries! The swords moved according to their wielders' d.e.s.i.r.es. There was no margin of error, everything was inside a calculated path, and in a one against fifty situations… Qinyang managed to stand her ground.
She moved and approached the Impostors with impunity. There was no fear in her eyes, but there was cautiousness. She moved, and gathered her strength on her right arm, she moved and jammed it inside an Impostor.
Her right hand penetrated one, and when she tried retracting it, she failed to even make an attempt.
She saw the Impostor's eyes, telling her that she was not the only one capable of doing such a thing as sacrificing a limb or two.
A sword moved, quickly to severe it without. Qinyang saw this with a widened eye, yet she did not stop… her reaction was simply to move to the side and then drag one of them to the ground.
BOOM! The ground exploded as another was incapacitated. Qinyang moved her right stump. The stump's end met the connecting end of her severed hand and as it did so, Qinyang reattached her right hand and then poured everything she had into her fist.
"Die." She said as flames devoured the Impostor.
Qinyang expected the Impostor to be incinerated, but at the next moment, the only thing she saw was a very broad smile from a burning body.
Five Golden Rings appeared behind his head. The Impostor diverted the flames to his back and suffered zero major injuries other than the hole in his stomach.
He smiled as he finally let go of Qinyang's hands before jumping backward, saying, "It was fun, sadly, this is checkmate."
When Qingyang finally noticed it, the ones she had supposedly incapacitated were already nowhere to be found. She looked around, and then, the only thing she saw was an empty field and Impostors in every direction charging their killing intent to its utmost limitations.
She smiled, "Oh that is messed up."
Sunrise Blood
Culling River
Blood Falls
Three varied techniques came out and then a net-like formation of sword slashes formed. When Qinyang saw this, she already calculated that in the next two seconds, she would be nothing but minced meat.
There was no gaps, no errors, no escape, but she did not despair, instead, she smiled even more so than before!
"Shishishi! THAT'S WHAT I'M LOOKING FOR!" She roared as her entire being was doused with bright vermillion flames.
On her back, another set of wings appeared!
"Flame Origin Art: Worldly Incineration"
With Qinyang as the center, a dome made of flames appeared and devoured the sword slashes.
Qinyang managed to deflect the sure death trap the Impostors laid out and from the billowing smokes came out a new Qinyang.
With a very broad smile, now red hair, two sets of wings, and crimson eyes, Qinyang even more devilish than the Impostors who possessed Hellish Qi.
Yuan Qing and Yuan Ming who arrived seconds later stopped a few hundred meters away, then watched Qinyang from afar.
Both were silent, until Yuan Qing spoke, "That's her Phoenix Asura form, correct?"
"Yes."
"…well, so much for letting the real one take care of the others."
After seeing Qinyang's form, the twins sighed at the disappointment, because they knew, that every single Impostor would die under the hands of Qinyang.
An Impostor saw this and just sighed, he walked to one someone who had the same Hellish Qi as he and then-
SLASH!
The Impostor beheaded one of them on his own....
The twins saw this and raised their brows, saying, "Oh good, they're giving up. Didn't peg him to be a quitter."
The Tomb Raid had been ongoing for three days. Blood Seeking Sword: Sunrise Blood Blood Seeking Sword: Culling River! Blood Seeking Sword: Calamity Connection! Qinyang saw the coming of the sword techniques and she met it by opening her impenetrable defense and then accepting the injuries that come with the attack before slaying one of them, "Heralding Sword: Phoenix Sorrow." With a slash, she managed to kill one and in return, the Impostors managed to shower her with sword slashes. Everything was ripped to pieces, even her face mask cracked and turned to dust the moment it came into contact with the sword slashes. Qinyang began bleeding profusely, her breathing became ragged but as she did so, her bloodline took over, and from the gaps that was her wounds came a brilliant crimson blaze that healed her wounds. And when this happened, the Impostors momentarily stopped all their movements and began assessing the situation. Four of them had already died, because of Qinyang's unorthodox fighting style, and despite their advantage in number Qinyang would eventually win because of her inexhaustible stamina and qi they began seeking an alternative path. They may have been impostors, but they were a copy of Wang Ling, they were him in one way or the other. They have his skills, their mastery, their qi, and of course what makes Wang Ling himself, his temperament. "For someone who looks so young, you are a terrifying existence because of your willingness to endure the pain. It took me countless life and death battles to even overcome the fear of death, for someone who is so young, I wonder, how many fights have you fought to be this decisive?" Every single one Wang Ling spoke the same words without any deviation. Qinyang could feel his voice echoing inside her head, and with but a sigh, she answered, "None, but I had a pretty strict mentor her methods were unorthodox but I got to where I am now because of her." "And did she teach you to save others in exchange for yours?" "Nah, I got it from my Father." Qinyang's words echoed, "You wouldn't mind acting as an Elderly being to spare the young ones in this Tomb, right? How about it? Why not spare everyone inside and just leave? With that, you can keep your numbers." "How quaint, I would have spared all except the bearer of the Holy Qi, but because everyone in this tomb would one day become our enemy, I can do nothing but kill you all." Their voices sounded disappointed as they spoke. The Impostors seem to have agreed to Qinyang, however, in their eyes, no one inside the tomb was an innocent bystander. Everyone was a combatant that would fight them, and to Wang Ling who does not bat an eye when killing a person, the act of killing everyone inside the Tomb was nothing but a passing thought to him, nothing but a matter of responsibility, "Also, you make it sound like you can actually kill me" Qinyang without her mask on was very beautiful, her perfect face and sharp eyes made her seemed extremely elegant and her brash way of talking oozed unruly regality. But as she heard that question, her eyes turned even sharper, she brought out a gray hair tie and wrapped it around her silvery-white hair that was soon dyed by the blood on her hand. Qinyang's bloodstained lips, she smirked at the Impostors, and then spoke with an upturned nose, "I'm not making it sound like I can kill you all I really can kill every single one of you." "I would say you are arrogant, but seeing your expression, I would rather say confidence? Either way, this will end very badly for you then how this every single one of me in this Tomb will get serious now. Can you still say your piece with absolute confidence?" Qinyang broader this time around, "Please do." BOOM! BOOM! Without any mention nor warnings, the two sides move with overlapping intent. The Impostors moved in droves, and Qiyang met their swords and absolute killing intent with calmness. A fight where the death occurred, a fight against a group against one, a fight that the more went on the more it became a battle that became increasingly impossible to predict. Because in a fight of this level, screams should be heard, roars should echo, but between them all, only the clash of blades and the utterance of their techniques mattered. The idea of a hot-blooded exchange did not occur. They were all simply fighting for their own goals. Everyone was silent, but their sounds created a symphony of shrill cries! The swords moved according to their wielders' d.e.s.i.r.es. There was no margin of error, everything was inside a calculated path, and in a one against fifty situations Qinyang managed to stand her ground. She moved and approached the Impostors with impunity. There was no fear in her eyes, but there was cautiousness. She moved, and gathered her strength on her right arm, she moved and jammed it inside an Impostor. Her right hand penetrated one, and when she tried retracting it, she failed to even make an attempt. She saw the Impostor's eyes, telling her that she was not the only one capable of doing such a thing as sacrificing a limb or two. A sword moved, quickly to severe it without. Qinyang saw this with a widened eye, yet she did not stop her reaction was simply to move to the side and then drag one of them to the ground. BOOM! The ground exploded as another was incapacitated. Qinyang moved her right stump. The stump's end met the connecting end of her severed hand and as it did so, Qinyang reattached her right hand and then poured everything she had into her fist. "Die." She said as flames devoured the Impostor. Qinyang expected the Impostor to be incinerated, but at the next moment, the only thing she saw was a very broad smile from a burning body. Five Golden Rings appeared behind his head. The Impostor diverted the flames to his back and suffered zero major injuries other than the hole in his stomach. He smiled as he finally let go of Qinyang's hands before jumping backward, saying, "It was fun, sadly, this is checkmate." When Qingyang finally noticed it, the ones she had supposedly incapacitated were already nowhere to be found. She looked around, and then, the only thing she saw was an empty field and Impostors in every direction charging their killing intent to its utmost limitations. She smiled, "Oh that is messed up." Sunrise Blood Culling River Blood Falls Three varied techniques came out and then a net-like formation of sword slashes formed. When Qinyang saw this, she already calculated that in the next two seconds, she would be nothing but minced meat. There was no gaps, no errors, no escape, but she did not despair, instead, she smiled even more so than before! "Shishishi! THAT'S WHAT I'M LOOKING FOR!" She roared as her entire being was doused with bright vermillion flames. On her back, another set of wings appeared! "Flame Origin Art: Worldly Incineration" With Qinyang as the center, a dome made of flames appeared and devoured the sword slashes. Qinyang managed to deflect the sure death trap the Impostors laid out and from the billowing smokes came out a new Qinyang. With a very broad smile, now red hair, two sets of wings, and crimson eyes, Qinyang even more devilish than the Impostors who possessed Hellish Qi. Yuan Qing and Yuan Ming who arrived seconds later stopped a few hundred meters away, then watched Qinyang from afar. Both were silent, until Yuan Qing spoke, "That's her Phoenix Asura form, correct?" "Yes." "well, so much for letting the real one take care of the others." After seeing Qinyang's form, the twins sighed at the disappointment, because they knew, that every single Impostor would die under the hands of Qinyang. An Impostor saw this and just sighed, he walked to one someone who had the same Hellish Qi as he and then- SLASH! The Impostor beheaded one of them on his own.... The twins saw this and raised their brows, saying, "Oh good, they're giving up. Didn't peg him to be a quitter."
