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Chapter 67 The Death of He Tian
blocked? !

He Tian was astonished. His seemingly simple strike was actually full of hidden killing intent, containing a total of eight subsequent variations, combining both hardness and softness. No matter how his opponent parried his strike, he could generate various variations such as softness or hardness based on the opponent's parrying method. This was a true mastery of the Unity Realm.

However, Wu Ming merely thrust and parried with his spear, colliding with Wu Ming's blade, and deftly deflected it. On the surface, these were all simple moves, but in reality, Wu Ming completely neutralized the force of both hardness and softness in Wu Ming's blade.

no doubt.

Wu Ming's spear strike demonstrated a skill level that had also reached the Unity Realm, which was why he was able to forcefully block Wu Ming's attack. Otherwise, even if Wu Ming was currently weak, killing someone with a second-stage Blood Coagulation Realm would have been a simple matter of one strike.

"He Tian!"

Wu Ming had just stepped out of the cellar when he was attacked. Although he had his senses fully activated and had already detected the attack, his pupils still contracted when he recognized the attacker after the exchange.

What's He Tian doing here? Where have Zhou Huai'an and the others gone?!
Could they all have been killed by He Tian...? But that's impossible. If He Tian had that kind of strength, he would have broken through the encirclement long ago. Moreover, in his perception, He Tian's current state clearly shows that his blood and energy have been greatly depleted.

kill!

Thoughts flashed through Wu Ming's mind. He didn't have time to think it through and made his next move almost instinctively. He held his spear horizontally and made a fierce upward slash towards He Tian!

Facing a master like He Tian who has achieved three blood coagulations, there are only three options: attack, defend, or escape. Escape is impossible; exposing one's back to such an opponent is tantamount to suicide. Defending is not much better; the only option is to attack instead of defending.

As someone who has honed his marksmanship to the point of perfect harmony, Wu Ming is naturally well aware of the advantages of marksmanship, which lies in using strengths to overcome weaknesses and suppressing opponents with offense. Although he has not experienced many life-or-death battles, his instincts in the face of battle still allow him to make the right choices.

Swish!Swish!Swish!
Under the cover of night, Wu Ming's marksmanship was fierce, and he thrust out more than a dozen shots in an instant.

He Tian originally intended to finish off Wu Ming with one strike, but Wu Ming blocked the attack. He was so surprised that his movements slowed down, which allowed Wu Ming to launch a series of attacks. He ended up at a disadvantage and had to retreat and parry repeatedly.

"As expected of the Cautious Punishment Division, it truly has a wealth of talent. To be able to achieve such perfect marksmanship at such a young age..."

After He Tian blocked more than a dozen shots from Wu Ming, his face suddenly turned somewhat gloomy.

In his prime, he could kill the young patrolman before him in just a few moves. But now, with most of his vital essence depleted and internal injuries inflicted, he could only muster 30% of his strength. The young patrolman, relying on the advantage of his spear, launched a series of attacks, and for a time, Wu Ming was not only unable to kill him, but he couldn't even find an opportunity to gain the upper hand.

tricky!

If they keep fighting like this, it will take at least a hundred or two hundred rounds to win.

He Tian knew the situation was dire and urgent. The Blood Shadow Technique couldn't deceive Zhou Huai'an and the others for long, so he had to get away immediately. He didn't have time to fight Wu Ming here.

"Blood Shadow Blade!"

At that moment, He Tianqiang gathered a last vestige of blood energy, his eyes flashing with a sharp light, and swung his long sword forward three times.

Although it was only three strikes, in Wu Ming's eyes it seemed as if he suddenly saw a continuous expanse of sword light, dozens of them, pouring down like a sky full of blood shadows.

Blood Clotting Blade Technique.

Wu Ming's eyes flashed. He knew that this was a 'blood condensation martial art' that only experts above the third level of blood condensation could cultivate. Its essence was activated by pure yang blood energy, and its power was far stronger than ordinary sword and saber moves.

Originally, He Tian's move consisted of three real strikes, mixed among dozens of sword shadows. Even a powerful martial artist like Zhou Huai'an would find it difficult to distinguish the real from the fake sword shadows in that instant, and could only defend against them all. However,
Wu Ming's spiritual perception was fully activated during the fight. Although he could see countless sword shadows coming from all directions, his spiritual perception clearly detected that only three of them were real.

He Tian hadn't originally intended to kill Wu Ming with the Blood Shadow Blade; he only wanted to force Wu Ming back and then take the opportunity to escape. But the next moment, he saw Wu Ming's eyes turn cold, as if he had seen through his swordsmanship. With a flick and sweep of his spear, he ignored most of the sword shadows and only managed to block the three real swords. He then broke through and thrust his spear towards Wu Ming's throat!
"you……"

A look of shock appeared in He Tian's eyes.

Originally, when he saw Wu Ming ignore his sword shadow and forcefully break through, he even thought that the kid in front of him had gone mad. Who would have thought that Wu Ming could see through his Blood Shadow Sword Technique? This was completely unexpected.

In the rush, He Tian could only barely stop his move, but because all his strength was in the sword strike, he was exhausted from the first move and had not yet generated new strength. He could not even dodge. He could only use his waist and abdomen to forcefully twist his upper body to avoid the spear.

And at this critical moment.

thump.

A sudden buzzing sound came from his mind, as if a bronze bell had suddenly appeared in his ear and been struck hard, making He Tian see stars and his movements falter for a moment.

Normally, with He Tian's martial arts level at its peak, Wu Ming's "Lin" technique would have been unable to shake his mind. However, He Tian was injured, his blood and energy were greatly depleted, and he had no fighting spirit and only wanted to escape. In addition, he was shocked by Wu Ming's direct counterattack and his mind became unstable. With so many flaws, he could not withstand the shock of the "Lin" technique.

In a battle between martial artists, life and death hang by a thread.

laugh!
Wu Ming's spear still missed He Tian's throat, but He Tian was not able to completely avoid it either. About a quarter of the left side of his neck was torn apart by the tip of the Crimson Python Spear, and blood spurted out from it!

"Uh... ah..."

He Tian was, after all, a martial arts master who had achieved three blood coagulations. Although he was shocked by the Lin word technique and saw stars for a moment, he quickly regained his composure. However, it was too late; the wound on his neck was already fatal.

He clutched the wound on his neck tightly, blood gushing from between his fingers. His eyes were bloodshot as he stared at Wu Ming: "You... how dare you kill me..."

He Tian's bloodshot eyes revealed a violent and vicious look. He suddenly released his left hand and gripped the long knife with his blood-stained hands. Ignoring the blood gushing from his neck, he lunged at Wu Ming.

As a martial arts master who had achieved three blood clotting techniques, he did not lose his ability to move instantly even after suffering a fatal injury. Knowing that he was going to die, he only wanted to take Wu Ming with him. However, Wu Ming was extremely vigilant. Even after a fatal shot, he did not relax at all. Facing He Tian who was rushing over, he did not hesitate to flick his spear three times in succession.

Swish! Swish! Swish!!!
He Tian knew he was doomed, so he made no attempt to defend himself and only wanted to withstand Wu Ming's spear attacks. However, Wu Ming was prepared and the spear techniques he used were not aimed at vital points, but rather defensive stances from the "Returning Mountain Spear Technique". Even though He Tian did not dodge or evade, he was at his limit and could not break through.

After only two or three exchanges, He Tianqiang's strength finally collapsed completely. He staggered a couple of steps and fell to the ground, his body convulsing.

Wu Ming stepped forward, swept his spear, and a head flew several feet away in an instant.

A trace of resentment lingered in those eyes, and her mouth opened and closed slightly as if she wanted to say something, but no sound came out. Finally, after a few breaths, the light in her eyes completely dimmed.

Until now.

Wu Mingcai finally stopped firing his gun and let out a long breath, his tense mind finally relaxing a little.

(End of this chapter)