Martial Arts Crossover: My Master is Huang Rong

Two of the more impatient ones even drew steel knives from their waists, grinning maliciously.

"You brat, how dare you ignore the Black Cloud Sect! Today we'll teach you a lesson and show you who's boss!"

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Chapter 132: Qin Hongmian (Thanks to the generous donation from 随便大人)

Lin Xuan looked calmly at the group of people in front of him, his gaze as still as water.

"You brat, how dare you ignore the Black Cloud Sect!"

"Today I'll teach you a lesson, you little brat, so you'll know how many eyes Lord Ma has!"

The two men glared at him fiercely, their steel knives gleaming coldly in the morning light, about to strike Lin Xuan.

At this critical moment!

"call out--!"

A sharp, piercing sound seemed to tear apart the tranquility of the mountain forest in the early morning!

A streak of silver light shot out from the depths of the forest!

The two Black Cloud Sect disciples who were about to swing their swords at the enemy felt a flash of silver light before their eyes, and a fierce and unparalleled gust of wind grazed their cheeks.

"clang!"

A crisp, metallic clang rang out!

The silver light arrived first, striking the trunk of a large tree between the two of them precisely.

Upon closer inspection, everyone saw that it was a willow-leaf throwing knife, as thin as a cicada's wing and with a unique shape.

The hilt of the knife was embedded an inch into the tree trunk, and the blade still hummed in the morning breeze, demonstrating the immense force it exerted!

The two men who attacked were so frightened that they trembled all over. They could no longer hold onto their steel knives, which clattered to the ground, and their faces turned deathly pale.

This sudden turn of events took everyone by surprise.

The group of thugs from the Black Cloud Sect all stopped in their tracks and looked warily in the direction from which the flying knife had come.

The one-eyed leader's pupils contracted, he gripped his demon-headed broadsword tightly, and shouted sharply:

"Who goes there?! Sneaking around like that! If you've got the guts, get out here!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a figure appeared silently from the dense forest like a ghost.

It was a woman.

A woman dressed in black, with her face covered by a black veil.

Her appearance seemed to lower the temperature of the surrounding air.

She was dressed in a tight-fitting black night outfit, which perfectly outlined her mature and voluptuous figure.

Her slender waist, so thin it could be grasped with a single hand, and her pert, rounded hips formed a stunning curve. Her long, straight legs were full of a powerful yet supple beauty.

At his waist hung two short swords, identical in design to the throwing knife from before. The scabbards were pitch black, yet faintly glowed with a blood-red light.

Although the black veil covered her mouth and nose, the exposed upper half of her face was enough to make one's heart race.

She had a pair of captivating phoenix eyes with slightly upturned corners, exuding a natural charm, but her gaze was icy cold and filled with a chilling aura.

She stood there quietly, like a thorny rose blooming in the night, beautiful yet deadly.

When the one-eyed leader saw this outfit, especially the two signature short swords, his expression changed drastically: "Asura Blade! You...you still dare to show your face!"

As soon as the words "Asura Blade" were uttered, the Black Cloud Sect disciples behind him turned pale and their legs began to tremble.

"So it was you, you old hag! You killed our Third Master! The Black Cloud Sect will never let you get away with this!"

"Brothers! She's all alone! Let's attack together and avenge the Third Boss!"

Despite their fierce shouts, none of the men who were yelling dared to actually step forward; instead, they unconsciously took two steps back.

The reason these idiots dared to seek revenge wasn't because they actually had the guts.

Instead, they received news that "Shura Blade" had been seriously injured in a battle with another expert, and that she was now at her weakest.

The leader of the Black Cloud Sect then gathered all the sect's best fighters, with the mentality of "strike while the iron is hot" and "fortune favors the bold," and went out in full force, hoping to seize this huge opportunity.

The masked woman, known as the "Asura Blade," seemed oblivious to their curses.

Her cold phoenix eyes merely swept over the rabble, filled with disdain and contempt.

"A bunch of scum trying to get a bargain, but they're quite well-informed."

Her voice was like an icy spring in the dead of winter, clear and melodious, yet carrying a ruthless, decisive quality.

"Unfortunately, your brains aren't very sharp."

Before she finished speaking, she moved!

She lightly touched the ground with her toes, and her whole body transformed into a black lightning bolt, instantly rushing into the crowd of Black Cloud Sect members.

The woman's speed was so fast that Lin Xuan couldn't help but nod in approval. Her lightness skill was considered top-notch within Dali.

"what!"

"Pfft!"

All that could be heard were screams and the sounds of sharp blades piercing flesh.

Qin Hongmian's figure weaved through the crowd like a tiger among sheep. The twin swords in her hands had been drawn at some point, transforming into two deadly streaks of silver light.

Every flash of the blade was accompanied by the fall of a Black Cloud Sect disciple.

Her moves were ruthless and precise, without a single superfluous movement. Every strike targeted vital points, either severing the throat or piercing the heart.

The one-eyed leader roared and brandished his ghost-head broadsword, bringing it down heavily on Qin Hongmian's head.

He wanted to verify whether the "Shura Blade" was really as badly damaged as the rumors suggested.

However, Qin Hongmian didn't even glance at him. She simply lowered her body and nimbly slid down across the blade.

The next instant, she appeared behind the one-eyed man.

One-Eyed Dragon felt a chill on his neck. He looked down in disbelief and saw a thin line of blood appearing on his neck.

"You...you weren't injured at all..."

He tried to speak, but only a hissing sound escaped his throat.

The large, gleaming sword in his hand clattered to the ground, and his tall body collapsed to the ground. Only in death did he realize that the intelligence was a complete and utter trap.

The battle was over in just a few breaths.

The leader, the one-eyed dragon, died instantly, and seven or eight Black Cloud Sect disciples lay on the ground, some dead and some wounded.

The remaining few were terrified by the bloody and efficient massacre. They scrambled and cried for their parents, fleeing into the depths of the mountains in a panic.

Qin Hongmian slowly sheathed her sword and stood amidst the chaotic scene of corpses and wounded. Her black outfit was spotless, without a trace of blood.

Her icy gaze slowly turned to Lin Xuan, who had remained standing motionless the entire time.

Lin Xuan remained calm and composed, as if the bloody battle just now was merely an insignificant drama.

He even had a slightly amused smile on his face, as if he was admiring her swordsmanship.

However, his composure was interpreted in a different way by Qin Hongmian.

She noticed that Lin Xuan's handsome face was slightly pale (in reality, he was naturally fair-skinned), and his eyes looked somewhat "dull" (in reality, he was quite interested).

She naturally assumed that this handsome young man, who was powerless to even kill a chicken, was terrified by the bloody scene just now.

Qin Hongmian's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and a hint of undisguised disgust flashed in her eyes.

The kind of man she despised most in her life was the kind who was all looks and no substance.

She took a few steps forward, stood in front of Lin Xuan, looked down at him, and spoke in a cold, piercing voice:

"A weak and frail man like you dares to walk this mountain path alone? You're just courting death."

Lin Xuan was taken aback upon hearing this, but then he understood what the other person meant.

He discovered that this masked "Shura Blade" actually mistook him for a frightened, weak scholar, and he immediately found it amusing.

Since that's the case, let's just go with the flow.

His expression changed from "dumbfounded" to "fearful," and he cupped his hands in a respectful gesture towards Qin Hongmian, speaking sincerely:

"The heroine is right. I... I was confused for a moment."

"If it weren't for the timely intervention of the heroine, I would probably have already fallen victim to the cruelty of these villains. I will never forget your life-saving grace."

Seeing that he had finally "come to his senses," Qin Hongmian's disgust deepened, and she waved her hand impatiently.

"Good to know, now get down the mountain."

"I get annoyed just looking at a man like you."

Lin Xuan was not intimidated by her at all. Instead, he smiled, his bright eyes fixed on her face hidden by the black veil, and said leisurely:

"Why is such a beautiful woman so sharp-tongued? That's not good."

Upon hearing this, Qin Hongmian's body tensed up instantly!

"choke!"

With a crisp sound, the short knife at her waist was drawn again, and the cold, sharp blade was pressed tightly against Lin Xuan's neck in the next instant!

A chilling killing intent swept over us.

"How do you know I'm good-looking?" Her voice was colder than a blade.

If it were an ordinary person, they would probably be so scared that they would wet themselves and beg for mercy on their knees by now.

However, Lin Xuan's expression remained unchanged, and he still wore that calm smile.

He could even smell a faint, delicate fragrance emanating from the other person.

He didn't look at the cold blade; his gaze remained fixed on her eyes as he spoke calmly and slowly:

"The heroine's voice was clear and melodious, like a nightingale in a secluded valley; her figure was graceful and slender, like a willow in the wind."

"Based on these two points alone, one can tell that beneath the veil lies an absolutely stunningly beautiful face."

His voice was warm and magnetic, and his eyes were sincere and open, without the slightest frivolity or disrespect, as if he were simply stating an objective fact.

Qin Hongmian was stunned.

She had roamed the martial world for many years, and never before had anyone dared to praise her so calmly and unhurriedly under her blade.

Even more strangely, upon hearing his words, a strange joy, like an electric current, quietly rose from the bottom of her heart.

This was a feeling she had never experienced before.

She suddenly felt that the man in front of her wasn't so bad after all. He was much more pleasing to the eye.

This is precisely the mystery of the Yin-Yang Complementation Technique. Lin Xuan's skill has become increasingly profound, and the mere release of his aura subtly influences the minds of the women around him, causing them to develop feelings for him without even realizing it.

Despite a strange feeling stirring within her, Qin Hongmian's long-standing cold personality forced her to suppress that joy.

She gave a forced, cold "humph," but didn't retract the blade.

"Hmph, shut up. You smooth talker! What I hate most is a good-looking man like you who only knows how to use sweet words!"

Lin Xuan smiled, a smile as warm as a spring breeze.

"You are mistaken, heroine," he said earnestly, shaking his head.

"I may be good-looking, but I'm never glib. Every word I say is just the truth."

"you!"

Qin Hongmian was immediately filled with shame and anger.

This guy actually took advantage of the situation and complimented him on his good looks, and he actually admitted it!

She really wanted to slap this shameless guy across the face with her scabbard and teach him a lesson.

But when her gaze fell upon Lin Xuan's handsome face and his sincere, clear eyes, the anger that had just risen in her heart inexplicably died down.

She... was actually a little reluctant to do it.

This realization made Qin Hongmian even more flustered.