Cultivation: I can see the proficiency level

"A dying struggle is nothing more than the fight of a trapped beast." Master Huang pointed his ruler at Wang Mian, his words filled with murderous intent: "Bo'er, quickly kill that little rascal."

The Crimson-Haired Demon and the Broadsword Yama stepped forward, their magical weapons gleaming brightly, ready to strike, firmly holding Iron-Bone Old Man and the others back in the arena.

Now that the situation has changed, they only need to stand by and watch as Master Huang and his disciples kill the petty thief Wang Mian. Once people are dead, it's like a lamp going out; it will be meaningless for Bone Daoist, Iron Bone Elder, and the others to fight to the death, and they will naturally retreat.

Then, the three of them joined forces to surround the monster. Even though it was incredibly fast, it could not escape the inescapable net and was bound to die on the spot.

First eliminate the enemy, then divide the cave, and the bones and blood of the demon beasts can be exchanged for some spirit stones. Master Huang's plan this time is truly ingenious.

"Fellow Daoist..."

Granny Yu knew that her relationship with Cang Songzi was close and complicated, and worried about her old friend's disciple: "Let's wait and see. If it is too difficult to deal with, we will have no choice but to abandon this demon pet and protect him first."

Every minute of delay increases the chances of victory. Although there are differences between the first, second, and third levels of Qi Refining, they are not insurmountable gaps. In a life-or-death struggle, how can we say there is no chance of survival?

If they were truly in a life-or-death situation, they would have no choice but to abandon Bai Jiuniang and do everything in their power to protect Wang Mian.

"Seeing that an old friend has met with misfortune, she became anxious." In her life, Hua Gu had also experienced many life-or-death crises, had been hunted down by highly skilled individuals and narrowly escaped death, and had repeatedly escaped certain death situations.

After being reminded by Grandma Fish, she calmed down.

Regardless, Wang Mian and his men must protect him today; however, whether Gou'er can be saved today depends entirely on Wang Mian.

"Cultivators face countless tribulations; only self-salvation is possible," the Bone Daoist said.

The path to immortality is paved with countless bones, and swords are stained with blood year after year. In the pursuit of immortality, one must either kill others or be killed by them.

This is his understanding gained through years of spiritual practice.

On the other side.

At Master Huangfuzi's command, Lu Wenbo nodded in agreement and sent his junior brother at the second level of Qi Refining to surround Yu Tinghe, and then sent his junior brother at the first level of Qi Refining to surround Jiang Hao.

He then warned, "Regardless of injury or disability, we must not take their lives, lest we implicate our master and create two more enemies for no reason."

The situation on the field was delicate. If the junior brothers killed these two, the old fish woman and the iron-skinned turtle would definitely fight to the death, adding more variables and risking their own lives.

Master's cultivation is high, so he might be able to escape unscathed. He and his fellow disciples would have nowhere to run, and their fate would be either to be torn to pieces or to be crushed into mincemeat.

Having served his master for many years, Lu Wenbo had already learned some of his master Huang Fuzi's ability to assess situations and weigh pros and cons.

"Yes, senior brother!" the group replied.

The group separated and surrounded Yu Tinghe and Jiang Hao.

Jiang Hao wielded a steel rod, its copper surface gleaming. His Madman Staff Technique was powerful and fierce, each strike heavy as a thousand pounds, forcing the others to fight on the move and avoid his attacks.

Yu Tinghe unleashed the array flags, and in an instant, thick fog enveloped the two who were at the second level of Qi Refining. She then took more array materials, refined them with Poisonous Aura Smoke to confuse their five senses, and rapidly changed hand seals as she dodged with all her might.

In just a few breaths, Master Huang's stern shout came again: "The night is long and many things may happen. Bo'er, do not delay. Kill Wang Mian quickly."

Under his master's repeated urging, Lu Wenbo dared not delay. He drew the thin sword from his bamboo staff, channeled his magic power, covered the sword, and catalyzed a sword light.

His eyes, which were fixed on Wang Mian, were filled with murderous intent.

"I cannot disobey my master's orders, Fellow Daoist Wang. When you get down there, tell him my master's name." As soon as Lu Wenbo finished speaking, he drew his slender sword, the sword light changing, heading straight for Wang Mian's vitals.

Even before the sword light arrived, Wang Mian felt a needle-like threat piercing his vital points, including his crown chakra, eyes, throat, and heart.

The Four Seasons Sword Technique was activated. Wang Mian's sword moves arrived first despite being delayed. The two moves, "Autumn Wind Falls" and "Wild Grass Crouchs," were seamlessly connected. Longswords parried, longswords collided, and sword beams clashed.

He felt a powerful force coming from him, and Wang Mian, whose cultivation level was one level lower, was forced to retreat seven or eight steps uncontrollably.

As soon as the two exchanged blows, Lu Wenbo frowned almost imperceptibly. He discovered that Wang Mian's sword techniques were even more refined and fierce, with offensive moves hidden within defensive ones, creating a perfect blend of feints and real attacks.

Moreover, the magical power was solid and substantial, without any sense of emptiness.

He had assumed that Wang Mian was just an ordinary Qi Refining Level 2 cultivator with sloppy swordsmanship and weak magic power, but the reality was quite the opposite. Wang Mian's magic power was solid and his swordsmanship was fierce, which added many unexpected twists and turns.

After a moment's thought, Lu Wenbo no longer held back. His sword moves were infused with deadly attacks, each aimed at vital points. His ordinary Green Bamboo Sword Technique was transformed into a ferocious force.

Wang Mian countered each move with a tactical maneuver.

Spring defense, summer attack, autumn defense, winter killing – Wang Mian wielded the basic Four Seasons Sword Technique with exceptional agility, combining defense with offense, offense with killing, and killing with defense.

It's a mix of reality and illusion, ever-changing and unpredictable.

Although Wang Mian's cultivation level was low, his swordsmanship was superb and sharp. He also had protective talismans and Qingfeng talismans attached to him, which added to his strength.

Lu Wenbo possessed high cultivation and had mastered the Green Bamboo Sword Technique. He used his cultivation to suppress others, and his sword moves were light, unpredictable, sinister, and ruthless.

However, compared to Wang Mian, his swordsmanship was inferior, his self-defense was inferior, and the quality of his magic power was inferior. Due to various factors, after a hundred or so moves, the two fought to a standstill.

"Disciple, do not delay, quickly take his life." Bai Jiuniang's aura grew stronger, and she was already showing signs of success. Master Huang was beginning to feel anxious and hurriedly ordered his disciple to kill Wang Mian quickly.

Lu Wenbo disregarded the loss of his magical power, slashing at Wang Mian with sword light. Occasionally, he would deflect Wang Mian's sword and strike the golden light constructed by the Vajra Talisman.

Golden light rippled.

Seeing this, Lu Wenbo swiftly thrust out his longsword, like a torrential downpour, creating ripples of golden light.

The golden light flickered.

The rapier was infused with a large amount of magic power. When it slashed and thrust, the rapier, which should have been light and agile, was sometimes powerful and heavy, and sometimes like a sudden storm, completely focused on attacking.

Faced with this offensive, Wang Mian had no choice but to hold his ground and look for an opportunity to strike.

Yet, his weak and unforgiving mouth spewed out profanities: "Fellow Daoist Lu, is this cultivation level something you acquired through dual cultivation with your master's wife? It's weak, superficial, and scattered."

Upon hearing this, Lu Wenbo's anger surged, and he became furious. His sword light swirled around Wang Mian, making him dazzle with golden light.

The flickering Vajra talisman seemed ready to extinguish at any moment. This Vajra talisman served two purposes: to protect oneself and to deplete the opponent's magical power.

After the sword strike subsided, Wang Mian spoke again: "I have long heard that Master Huang is incapable of sexual intercourse, and I have also heard that the lady of Cuizhu Mountain has given birth in the past two years. Tsk tsk, your eldest disciple is truly hardworking."

"Master is incapable of sexual intercourse, yet he has a large family of descendants; it is all thanks to you."

These words naturally provoked another fierce attack of resentment. Wang Mian also realized that Lu Wenbo's magical power was beginning to wane.

The talisman exhausted its spiritual light, and the golden light shattered.

Just as Lu Wenbo showed a hint of joy, Wang Mian's longsword was filled with magical power. Suddenly, the sword light condensed, and a hidden killing move emerged, aiming straight for Lu Wenbo's vital points such as the acupoints and the sea of ​​qi.

Lu Wenbo felt the sword light was dazzling, the sword light was sharp, and the sword force was howling. He had to exert all his strength to barely block most of them, and his magic power was consumed in countless ways.

In the next instant, Wang Mian attacked again, his offensive continuous and unpredictable, his swordsmanship sometimes as intricate as weaving, sometimes as white as a waterfall.

For the first time, Lu Wenbo, a Qi Refining Level 3 cultivator, was overwhelmed and unable to keep up with Wang Mian's onslaught.

After a brief period of fierce defense, the Green Bamboo Sword Technique proved insufficient to defend against the Four Seasons Sword Technique.

Occasionally, sword strikes would pierce through Lu Wenbo's defenses, the magically imbued blades licking his skin, leaving deep gashes, the flesh cleaved by the sharp edges, and blood gushing out.

Before long, Lu Wenbo's clothes were stained with blood.

Wang Mian was slightly embarrassed.

It is easy to attack and defend.

Lu Wenbo was the one who faced a life-or-death situation.

Desperate defense will only lead to defeat. Lu Wenbo fought desperately, disregarding his injuries to wound Wang Mian. Unfortunately, the Four Seasons Sword Technique's defensive moves were comprehensive, giving him no chance whatsoever.

As his magical power gradually dwindled and Lu Wenbo sustained new injuries, he showed signs of dying.

"A low-grade talisman and a mid-grade sword technique, Fellow Daoist Wang is quite lucky. My defeat is not unjust." Lu Wenbo, in a sorry state, pointed out the key to victory or defeat.

Lu Wenbo looked into the distance and saw that his master and the others had all been blocked.

Nearby, several junior disciples at the first level of Qi Refining were being chased away by the disciples of the Iron Bone Elder, while two junior disciples at the second level of Qi Refining were still inside the formation set up by Yu Tinghe.

No one came to their aid.

When the praise from the seniors reached Wang Mian's ears, he unleashed a series of deadly moves, glancing out of the corner of his eye at Master Huang, who looked anxious and was trying to come to his aid but was blocked by the Bone Daoist.

Seeing Lu Wenbo, who could only parry and had no power to resist, Wang Mian murmured "Goodbye," and the sword light scattered like snowflakes across the sky.

After a while.

The dazzling display faded, and Wang Mian, holding a long sword, revealed that the other end of the sword was embedded three inches into Lu Wenbo's throat, piercing through his neck.

The action of raising the long sword as if to block stopped abruptly. Lu Wenbo felt a numbness in his throat, and his magical power surged forth with overwhelming force, generating sword light that shredded his throat.

As his life force began to wane, he instinctively grabbed Wang Mian's longsword.

Lu Wenbo turned his head to look at his master, who was being stopped. A smile appeared on his blood-stained face as he murmured, "Master... allow this disciple... to go first."

With tears in his eyes, Master Huang was stopped by Bone Daoist. His magical power surged, and he hurled his ruler and other magical weapons at Bone Daoist indiscriminately. His attack, which was completely haphazard and only showed his desperate efforts, was easily neutralized by Bone Daoist.

The Bone Daoist held him firmly in place, refusing to budge an inch.

With no way to save them, and seeing his disciples and servants being pierced through the throat by Wang Mian's sword, their lives extinguished, Master Huang was filled with regret, wishing he had done better.

"Bo'er~"

Lu Wenbo heard the shout, but was too weak to respond. He used up his last bit of strength to turn around and meet Wang Mian's eyes.

His dying body made his voice weak: "Fellow Daoist Wang..."

Perhaps because the man was about to die, and because their grudges had been settled, Wang Mian did not immediately sever his last shred of life, but nodded slightly in acknowledgment.

Lu Wenbo opened his mouth: "I'll... your mother..."

Instantly, Wang Mian's face turned ashen.

With his hand gripping the hilt, the sword gleamed, and with a slight twist of his wrist, he slowly pushed the longsword away, as if slicing through tofu. The moment the head was severed, Lu Wenbo's hoarse laughter abruptly ceased.

The head fell to the ground, and the lingering smile froze.