Only My Way

One hour.

Two hours.

Three hours.

… …

A full ten hours later.

The sun overhead was no longer bright.

Night was approaching.

Che Xianwei was already covered in blood.

His originally rosy complexion had turned pale due to excessive blood loss.

Ling Wuyuan, however, remained quietly seated on the branch.

In those ten hours.

The only thing he did was gather a large pile of hard stones into his basket, occasionally throwing one towards Che Xianwei.

Although these stones couldn't cause much damage to Che Xianwei, they were enough to harass him.

After all, the battered and bruised Che Xianwei was now covered in weak spots.

When those wounds were hit by stones, it wouldn't just cause severe pain, but also cause the wounds to become even more festering.

You must know.

The stones thrown with all his might by Ling Wuyuan, whose single-arm strength was nearly three thousand pounds, could actually be considered a type of heavy bullet without any problem… …

Therefore, Che Xianwei was quite troubled by the occasional stones that came at him. Every action he took to intercept them caused extreme pain in his wounds, making him clench his teeth involuntarily.

Another two hours passed.

Night had fallen.

Now, Ling Wuyuan could clearly perceive that Che Xianwei was finding it difficult to deal with the stones he threw.

After more than ten hours of continuous bloodletting.

Although the blood loss wasn't fast, it had caused the other party to lose at least half of the blood in his body.

If he weren't a cultivator with astonishing vitality, Che Xianwei would have bled to death long ago.

However.

Even a cultivator would eventually be unable to withstand this kind of bloodletting tactic.

Now.

Che Xianwei could clearly feel that he was experiencing an irresistible dizziness.

The upper and lower eyelids of his eyes were out of his control.

His vision would darken from time to time… …

He knew that he was about to be unable to hold on.

He was about to fall into an uncontrollable faint.

And a hundred meters away, in the darkness of the night, with the help of the bright moonlight, he could still clearly see Ling Wuyuan's calm eyes… …

'The other party is still watching me… …'

Although he was extremely unwilling in his heart, he still felt helpless about the situation.

Another two hours passed.

Since an hour ago, the stones thrown by Ling Wuyuan could no longer elicit any reaction.

Che Xianwei was like a corpse, allowing the stones that could cut through the air to hit him. Even if the stones broke his head and made him bleed, he wouldn't react at all.

Looking at this scene.

After casually weighing the last stone in his basket.

Ling Wuyuan moved slightly, jumping straight down from the twenty-meter-high branch and landing on the grass.

Then, he put down the basket that was a bit of a hindrance to his movements.

After taking a deep breath, he kept his left leg still, took a step forward with his right leg, and assumed the most suitable posture for exerting force.

He chose to aim at Che Xianwei, who was not far away, and threw the last stone in his hand with all his strength!

The next moment.

In the whistling sound.

"Bang ~"

In a loud noise.

The stone accurately hit Che Xianwei's eye socket, smashing him away and causing him to collapse to the ground.

In the process of the other party flying backwards, Ling Wuyuan could even vaguely see the other party's eyeball exploding in its socket.

But from beginning to end, the other party did not move at all.

It was as if he was already a corpse.

Looking at this scene.

After a moment of silence.

Ling Wuyuan slowly drew out the long sword from his waist, then casually threw away the long, somewhat cumbersome scabbard, and walked towards the other party step by step.

For a time.

The only sound around was Ling Wuyuan's footsteps.

Even the chirping of birds and insects gradually stopped.

Under the bright moonlight, the cold sword light was flickering, and it was getting closer and closer to Che Xianwei… …

When the distance between the two sides was about one meter, less than two meters.

Without any hesitation.

Ling Wuyuan swung the long sword in his hand with all his strength.

Swinging with all his strength from top to bottom!

And the talent ability also reached five times the speed.

In this instant, the sword shadow was like lightning!

Once hit, Che Xianwei would undoubtedly be split in two!

Also at this instant, Che Xianwei, who had already collapsed to the ground like a corpse, reacted quickly, turned over and stood up straight.

He also swung the long knife in his hand as fast as lightning!

From bottom to top, he met the long sword in Ling Wuyuan's hand.

The speed was even faster than the long sword in Ling Wuyuan's hand!

Vaguely, Ling Wuyuan also saw a layer of faint air currents on the blade of the other party's knife, making the blade of the long knife look even more unstoppable!

The next moment.

Just like a hot knife cutting butter.

The long knife in Che Xianwei's hand, wrapped in a strange airflow, easily cut open the fine long sword in Ling Wuyuan's hand that was enough to cut gold and break jade.

However, at this moment, there was no joy on Che Xianwei's face or in his heart.

Because long before this moment, at a certain moment, Ling Wuyuan had already released the long sword in his hand in advance, twisting his body to change his posture at an extremely fast speed that even Che Xianwei could hardly see clearly, leaning down to the front and bottom of Che Xianwei, and using the remaining force when twisting his body, he pulled out a dagger from his sleeve, stabbed it fiercely into Che Xianwei's navel, and finally continued to swipe that sharp dagger upwards as his body lifted rapidly… …

Ten times the speed.

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In this instant.

At the moment when the long knife in his hand cut off Ling Wuyuan's long sword.

Che Xianwei clearly felt that his stomach and chest were forcibly cut open… …

The next moment.

Ling Wuyuan's long sword, broken into two pieces, fell to the ground.

The long knife in Che Xianwei's hand also fell to the ground.

And Ling Wuyuan's figure retreated to two meters away.

"… …Completely didn't fool you… …"

After opening his mouth.

Che Xianwei, who had lost an eye, said with some difficulty.

After nodding slowly, Ling Wuyuan answered frankly:

"Yes, not at all."

"After all, why would a corpse still hold a long knife tightly?"

"Or rather, as long as you are still holding a weapon, I will assume that you are not dead."

Hearing this, Che Xianwei could only helplessly accept his fate:

"Is that so… …"

He had also thought about whether to let go of his weapon when pretending to be dead.

But, that was too easy to pretend to be dead and actually die, so he didn't dare to do that.

He could only hope that Ling Wuyuan didn't observe so carefully under the moonlight.

However.

From the results, he was obviously overthinking it.

Finally.

He forcibly asked with his last breath:

"Since you knew I was pretending to be dead, then why did you choose to come over?"

"Wouldn't it be better to keep dragging it out?"

"Anyway, you and I both know that if we drag it out a little longer, I will really be dragged to death."

Faced with this question.

"The reason ah… …"

After thinking about it, Ling Wuyuan told the truth:

"Probably because I saw you pretending so hard."

"Furthermore, I wanted to try how much skill a dying, more powerful person still had, and I also wanted to try the feeling of being able to determine life and death in an instant… …"

"Of course, there is also the point that hunting valuable prey that is far stronger than oneself, it is indeed more enjoyable to go closer and add the final blow… …"

After listening.

Che Xianwei's expression froze.

Then.

He laughed softly as if he had awakened.

He couldn't help but sigh:

"Is that so… …"

"Really… …the younger generation is to be feared… …"

"It was so difficult to break through to this realm between life and death… …"

After speaking.

Along with him uttering the last word full of emotion and unwillingness.

The injuries on his body could no longer be suppressed.

In the sound of rushing blood.

He, whose abdomen was cut out a wound about fifty centimeters long from bottom to top, finally died completely.

The body, which was already barely standing, also fell straight down on the soft grass.

And lightly smelling the bloody smell in the air, Ling Wuyuan gently shook and waved, removing all the blood stains on the dagger.

He looked at the beautiful moonlight above his head, and then looked at the corpses around him, and said to himself with a smile:

"Victory, and then harvest."

"This trip is really a big harvest ~"