novelaction Chapter 910 Pressure
Chapter 910 Pressure
Holding the wooden box in his hands, Lin Ping felt a sense of weight, not just from the weight of the box itself, but also from its imposing presence.
Lin Ping was immediately drawn to the wooden box; it was undoubtedly a top-tier work of art, and its starting price at a modern auction would likely exceed ten million.
Items packaged in such an expensive wooden box must be even more valuable.
It can even be said to be priceless.
Thinking back to what Yan Gang had just said, Lin Ping suddenly realized what was going on.
This is probably the sword manual that the three major sword sects want; it's a hot potato.
Lin Ping's gaze towards Yan Gang changed slightly; he knew the importance of this sword manual to Yan Gang and even the entire Sword King Sect.
Even if he dies here, Yan Gang will not hand over the sword manual.
But he actually handed the sword manual to me.
Yan Gang doesn't even know Lin Ping's background!
This reveals two points: First, Yan Gang knew his chances of survival were slim, and he had no choice but to place his hopes on Lin Ping. Second, he trusted his judgment; Lin Ping was by no means a villain.
"Young man, this thing has both advantages and disadvantages for you. How you handle it in the future is your right," Yan Gang said earnestly.
This is easy to understand. After obtaining the sword manual, Lin Ping will definitely be hunted down by the three major sword sects, but it is a treasure after all, and it is an opportunity for him.
As for why Yan Gang didn't demand that Lin Ping return the sword manual to the Sword King Sect, it was because it would have been pointless to say so.
If Lin Ping were an upright and honorable man, he would return the sword manual without being told. If Lin Ping were a despicable person, there would be no need to say anything.
"Young brother, didn't you want to improve your strength? Open your eyes and look!" Yan Gang's loud voice echoed through the mountains and forests, and everyone, including Cai Linping, almost lost their minds at this moment.
"What an imposing aura!" Lin Ping exclaimed to himself.
Regardless of Yan Gang's actual strength, his aura alone was enough to overshadow a master at the early stage of the fifth level.
"Young brother, you must remember that the human body is fragile. If you want to become strong, you must rely on external things!" Yan Gang drew a dark longsword and concentrated all his strength on the hilt.
"The Sword King Sect relies on the sword! It is not only our weapon, but also our friend. If we want to become stronger, we must entrust our lives to our friends." Yan Gang said as he demonstrated.
A faint crimson glow rose from the dark blade.
"What terrifying killing intent!" Lin Ping was startled; he was certain that Yan Gang's killing intent was already outwardly manifested.
Under the powerful killing intent, the people from the three major sword sects were clearly somewhat apprehensive, and even their bodies were trembling.
"Even when seriously injured, are you not afraid of powerful enemies?" Lin Ping was filled with emotion.
He had thought Yan Gang's injuries would take a month to heal, and that he had only recovered 30% of his strength at most, making him no match for him at all.
The situation before him overturned Lin Ping's understanding; he was certain that Yan Gang was much stronger than him at this moment.
"Don't be afraid, he's injured and is only at his last gasp!" shouted the fifth-level expert from the Wushan Sword Sect, which had a significant effect on boosting morale.
“That’s right, he’s at his last gasp. Let’s all attack together. This is a great opportunity to rid the people of this scourge!” A dozen or so disciples at the late stage of the fourth level surrounded Yan Gang, waiting for their chance to strike.
"Hmph, a mere grain of rice dares to rival the sun and moon?" Yan Gang said disdainfully, his killing intent growing even stronger.
"It's just a bluff, everyone attack together!"
Six disciples of the Wushan Sword Sect rushed over in unison, attacking Yan Gang from different directions.
"How shameless is the Wushan Sword Sect! Not only did they take advantage of our vulnerability, but they also ganged up on us."
Lin Ping scoffed at the actions of the Wushan Sword Sect.
To be honest, putting aside Yan Gang's initial deception, Lin Ping thought he was a real man, much better than those hypocritical guys from the three major sword sects.
"Young brother, watch closely, this one sword of mine can withstand a thousand troops!" Yan Gang bent his knees, exerted force with his calves, and concentrated all his strength into the long sword in his hand.
Pfft!
The longsword severed the weapons of the three men directly opposite him, and also slashed their chests—how majestic and imposing!
Seeing this, everyone was stunned, especially the expert from the Wushan Sword Sect, who almost spat out blood from heartache. This was the best of the younger generation of the Wushan Sword Sect, the hope for the future.
He would rather lead them to their deaths himself.
puff!
At the same time, Yan Gang's wound burst open, and he coughed up a mouthful of black blood.
"Avenge our fellow disciples!" The three behind him seized the opportunity, and three streaks of light struck Yan Gang.
"court death!"
Just when they thought Yan Gang was about to collapse from serious injury, he endured the excruciating pain, turned around abruptly, and took three lives with a single sword strike.
"puff!"
Yan Gang coughed up another mouthful of black blood, his face growing even paler, and he even had to lean on his long sword to stay upright.
"What terrifying strength, what incredible perseverance!"
Lin Ping secretly gave Yan Gang a thumbs up; he admired this tough guy.
Even if they can't become friends in the future, Yan Gang will still be an enemy he respects.
"Yan Gang, how dare you kill my beloved disciple! Prepare to die!" The elder of the Wushan Sword Sect finally made his move.
With his strength at the early stage of the fifth dan level, he certainly has the right to be arrogant.
"Sigh, I can't see a single fluctuation of energy within him." Lin Ping shook his head regretfully, having already sealed Yan Gang's fate.
Previously, when he used X-rays to examine the other party's body, he was repelled by a huge energy. But now, Lin Ping could not feel any energy in Yan Gang's body.
"Want to kill me? It won't be that easy." The stiff Yan Gang suddenly opened his eyes, and the black aura on his longsword intensified.
"How is that possible? All his energy is concentrated in the longsword!"
Lin Ping exclaimed in surprise.
In his mind, a sword was merely a weapon to assist in killing enemies; to truly become powerful, one must improve one's own strength.
It's like how a fourth-dan master wielding a sharp sword can't kill a fifth-dan master.
But Yan Gang gave him the opposite feeling, as if as long as he had a sword in his hand, he could kill gods and Buddhas, and didn't care about any level restrictions.
"How is this possible?" The elder of the Wushan Sword Sect was shocked; he could already smell the scent of death.
"You'll die with me this way too!" the Wushan Sword Sect elder shouted, hoping Yan Gang would stop.
Lin Ping also noticed this problem. Concentrating all his energy on the longsword was equivalent to having zero defense, which was clearly a life-for-life fighting style.
Once a sword is drawn, there's no reason to sheathe it; otherwise, Yan Gang wouldn't be worthy of being an elder of the Sword King Sect.
puff!
The two men's longswords plunged into each other's bodies.
The Wushan Sword Sect elder's chest was pierced, while Yan Gang was only pierced through the shoulder blade.
Since he knew that his swordplay had flaws, Yan Gang couldn't possibly leave them uncorrected.
He knew where a stab would be fatal, and where a stab would only result in injury.