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In the distance, Ren Pingsheng felt a chill in his heart. Whether it was the hidden daggers behind the smiles of the two earlier, the subsequent ambush, or the act of feigning death as part of a scheme, each scene played out vividly in his mind. The conspiracies and deceptions made him dumbfounded and uneasy, while also making him realize the significance of coming out to gain experience.
What is more terrifying than demons is the human heart; it is difficult to gauge!
"Hehe, not bad, not bad. The Sword King's token is indeed on this guy. This is a blessing from heaven." The burly man took the opponent's spatial bracelet and rummaged through it before pulling out a black sword-shaped token that was half a foot long and three fingers wide. His expression immediately brightened, even becoming somewhat frenzied.
"Hmph, with this Sword King's token, who knows... once I succeed, I won't care about any Establish a Family or Evil Sect. One day, I will become a powerful being that everyone looks up to."
"However, I need to find a good excuse to fool that old guy from the Evil Sect." The burly man appeared deep in thought. "This Black Luo Snake is a good excuse; just say that Luo Qingsong plotted against me and then escaped. Who knows if he is dead or alive? As for whether they can find him, that's not my concern."
"Alright, next is to dispose of Luo Qingsong's body and ensure no traces are left behind. Let those greedy fellows search all over the world." As he said this, he completely forgot that he was also one of those so-called greedy fellows.
He collected Luo Qingsong's body and destroyed the signs of battle nearby so that no one could discern anything before disappearing into the night with satisfaction.
"Phew, finally gone. This time I really had bad luck running into a warrior's battle. Luckily I wasn't discovered; otherwise, I would have been doomed." Ren Pingsheng stepped out only after seeing the person leave, looking at the nearby destruction with lingering fear.
"However, witnessing the clash of warriors has broadened my horizons. I didn't expect that the same advanced sword technique could have such power in their hands. It's truly incredible. I wonder when I will also become a warrior; I believe that day isn't far off."
"Time to go back; this has truly been an unexpected night. I didn't think I would encounter such events. It's better to leave early!" Ren Pingsheng shook his head and turned to leave.
"Hehe... good, very good. I had a feeling someone was nearby; I thought it was just an illusion, but it turns out there really was someone here. Although it's just a little kid in the Qi Refining stage, I must say I'm impressed you didn't leave immediately." Suddenly, a mocking laugh came from the darkness.
"Oh no!" Upon hearing the voice, Ren Pingsheng instantly realized he had fallen into a trap. The other party had deliberately left earlier as a ruse, just waiting for him to reveal himself. He still lacked experience.
Watching the approaching burly man with vigilance, his body involuntarily tensed up as if it were a tightly wound spring—ready to snap or perhaps find a glimmer of hope to escape.
"A mere little ant dares to spy on me from the shadows; I must say you have quite some courage."
"Senior, I accidentally stumbled in here and did not intend to spy. A nobody like me has no impact on you at all."
"Oh, but killing you would be safer, wouldn't it? This way, there would be no future troubles."
"But Senior, you were just injured badly. If you make a move now, it might not be good for your wounds!" Ren Pingsheng said calmly.
"Good kid, trying to test me. You have some guts. Hehe, I was just admiring how you remained unafraid in a crisis. How about this: you should know that I am a disciple of the Evil Sect. I see that you are also a disciple of a sect, and there shouldn't be any major sects nearby. What do you say? Come back with me to the Evil Sect. With my support, becoming a warrior or even a master warrior is not impossible."
"Master... warrior, is that really true?" Ren Pingsheng's face was filled with excitement, almost exaggerated to the point of being flustered. However, he was sneering inwardly, "Hmph, going with you would likely lead to my demise. Your words are only meant to deceive those inexperienced newcomers who do not understand the dangers of the world."
He clearly remembered everything that had just happened—the two of them engaging in open and covert battles, with schemes and plots emerging endlessly.
"But why is he doing this? Is it because he is truly too injured to act? Or is it that he cannot act due to his injuries; otherwise, there could be dire consequences? Also... right, he was poisoned earlier; it seemed he said it could be suppressed for a while. Could it be..."
Having figured out this key point, Ren Pingsheng couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. This way, he might actually have a chance. Otherwise, if he were truly facing a master warrior without any hesitation to act, even ten lives wouldn't be enough.
"Hmph, indeed an inexperienced fledgling. No matter how calm he appears, what difference does it make? If I provoke him a couple more times until he loses his composure and agrees to go with me, that will be the best opportunity to strike."
"Damn it, it's all that damned Luo Qingsong's fault. If it weren't for needing to suppress the poison of the Black Serpent and not being able to use true energy, I could easily crush an ant like him without any effort." The burly man smiled on the surface but was deeply dissatisfied inside, cursing incessantly.
"Yes, indeed a master warrior. And that's not all; if your talent were even slightly better and with my help, advancing further to become a respected-level warrior would also be within reach."
"Respected... respected-level warrior? How is that possible? I have royal-grade talent; can I really become a respected-level warrior?" Ren Pingsheng's face turned red as he blinked his eyes and revealed his actual situation.
"Royal-grade talent! Becoming a strong warrior is absolutely no problem. Our Evil Sect has someone whose talent is even worse than yours but became a respected-level warrior at eighteen. If you receive full training, you could even become a respected-level warrior earlier than him."
The burly man was surprised upon hearing this but sighed: "What a pity; if it weren't for this matter needing to be flawless... With such good talent, bringing you back to the Evil Sect wouldn't be out of the question."
"However, there is a premise: you must return with me to the Evil Sect. Only by borrowing resources from there do you have hope. Otherwise, whether you can become a powerful martial artist is uncertain."
"I am willing; I am willing to go with you. Since you are a respected strongman, I would do anything," Ren Pingsheng said with a silly grin, clearly overjoyed.
"Haha, this little guy has indeed taken the bait. Now we can finally resolve this matter completely. No one will ever know that the Sword King Order is in my hands. When I become a strongman, heh heh..."
"Alright, let's go. We've already delayed too long. Once you arrive at the Evil Sect, you'll see that I wasn't wrong. A third-tier sect has a king-level strongman stationed there; perhaps you'll even gain recognition!" The burly man showed a gentle smile.
"Yes, yes! I'm already satisfied to become a respected strongman. Let's hurry!"
"Good, then let's go..." Just as he finished speaking, the burly man suddenly produced a dagger in his hand and without warning, stabbed to the side. The speed was so quick that it was impossible to dodge.
However, Ren Pingsheng's figure blurred and then disappeared, reappearing three yards away. Without thinking, he unleashed a Golden Edge strike.
Endless sharpness transformed into a dim golden sword light that appeared directly before the burly man. The instantaneous movement was like lightning, leaving one breathless; even the burly man looked astonished.
Yet he reacted quickly; facing the attack that came before him, he wore a serious expression. If it had been earlier, he might have casually used some of his strength to crush it, but at this moment he had almost no true energy to use.
He gritted his teeth and drew upon a bit of true energy. As the sword light struck down, he blocked the attack. Although his own sword light dissipated immediately afterward, it bought him enough time to easily evade.
"You brat, I didn't expect that I misjudged you; you're not an easy character," the burly man said with an ugly expression, dark energy seeping out from his face.
"I only want to survive. As for your matters, I am not concerned and have no interest. Let me go and we can part ways safely; otherwise, it will be a fight to the death," Ren Pingsheng said solemnly while holding the Forged Sword.
"A fight to the death? Just based on you? You think too highly of yourself," came the disdainful reply.
"Heh heh, there's no need for you to say such useless things. You're deeply poisoned; I fear you can't use your true energy anymore; otherwise, why resort to such desperate measures? From your earlier move, I've already figured that out."
There was a moment of silence between them, and neither spoke. The surroundings fell quiet, with only the night wind occasionally howling by, stirring a few withered leaves.
"I admit I underestimated you. As long as you promise not to speak of what happened today, we can call it quits. How about that?" After some contemplation, the Brute spoke with a hint of resignation.
"Alright, I didn't want to cause trouble anyway. I'll leave here soon and go far away," Ren Pingsheng sighed in relief. He didn't want to be enemies with the Warrior Strongman; if the other party truly intended to destroy everything, he wouldn't benefit either.
"That's good. This is the best outcome. Otherwise, continuing could lead to real harm."
"Then... I'll take my leave now. I'll be gone shortly, so you can rest assured."
"Wait a moment. This is the Magic Sword and the manual from that thief earlier. They are of no use to me, so I'll give them to you. Consider it compensation," the Brute suddenly tossed over a few items.
"What? It's actually the Magic Sword and the manual!" Ren Pingsheng's expression froze for a moment before joy filled his face.
Weapons of artifact level are specifically designed for the Warrior Strongman, with toughness and material quality exceeding that of a Refined Sword by dozens of times. More importantly, they can enhance sword techniques' power. Although their attributes differ, this is an incredible function.
"Wait a minute, we were just fighting for our lives. This guy wouldn't be so generous or kind-hearted." His expression changed as he narrowed his eyes and noticed something dark mixed among the items—a Pili Zi that had been used previously and was incredibly powerful.
"This bastard is still not giving up. In that case, I'll fight you to see who lives and who dies!" Ren Pingsheng steeled his heart and decided not to escape.
He didn't want to be targeted by a Warrior Strongman. Even if he fled now, once the other party recovered, if they were unwilling to let this matter go, he would still face death.
It would be better to seize this opportunity and take a risk. If successful, the rewards would be great. With this thought in mind, his heart ignited with fervor as he prepared to confront his foe!
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