The Journey of Immortal Cultivation
Chapter 92 - 75 Mortal’s Victory_2

Chapter 92: Chapter 75 Mortal’s Victory_2

At this moment, someone in the team cried out in alarm. Everyone turned to look and couldn’t help but curse loudly—the tree pinned by the green sword was pitch black on its trunk, and nearby branches and leaves were swollen as if filled with water, bursting open one after another. Who wouldn’t know that the sword was poisoned after seeing this scene? We’ve traveled far and wide over the years and have seen plenty of shameless acts, but this degree of shamelessness is truly rare.

Some perceptive individuals instantly understood. Comparing the poisonous effects on the tree and the Bear Demon, it was clear that the Cultivator in the Wolf Caravan who had wounded the Bear Demon was this very person, with this very sword. Where was the son of a Steward now?

What they didn’t know was that a Cultivator hired to bodyguard the second generation of a mercantile family did not really value his integrity in the first place. He turned a deaf ear to the curses and, with a gesture, the trembling green sword broke free and lunged once more at the whistle.

The battle situation reverted to what it had been. By now, the duel had been going on for over two quarters of an hour. The Wolf Caravan’s noise diminished slightly, as they could see that, although their man was dodging in a pathetic manner, sweating profusely and gasping like a bull, he was still unharmed up to this moment, truly a person with real skills.

Seizing the opportunity, the whistle threw the Dagger in his left hand at Master Huo’s face while avoiding the green sword. The move was swift as lightning, and by the time it was blocked by the protective magic tool, Master Huo had just realized what happened and was severely startled.

"Interesting," Changtian’s voice contained a hint of amusement, obviously enjoying the spectacle, "This fight is far more interesting than I expected. Who would have thought that mortals could partake in such exciting duels. I think this guy with the whistle might actually win."

Ning Xiaoxian squeezed out time to roll her eyes. Everyone was tense to the point of death, while this old man was enjoying the show leisurely. Which eye of his spotted any sign that the whistle would win?

"Pointless. You think you can exhaust my protective magic tools? Not possible, even if you die trying!" Master Huo sneered menacingly. He was actually feeling a bit short of breath. Having been accustomed to a life of luxury within the Langxing Trading Company, he usually appeared for the purpose of intimidation, and rarely had actual combat to fend off enemies. Now, with such a significant consumption of Spiritual Power, he was starting to feel overwhelmed.

It had been embarrassing enough to fight with a mortal for so long; better to finish this quickly. Resolute, he bit the tip of his tongue and spit out a mouthful of essence blood, shouting: "Faster."

The speed of the flying sword instantly increased by more than thirty percent. The whistle was caught off-guard and his left arm was grazed by the Longsword. His surging Qi-Blood flowed rapidly throughout his body, causing blood to gush forth from the wound like a fountain.

That sword was coated with potent poison! Members of the Cloud Tiger Trading Team cried out in alarm, while the Wolf Caravan showed faces brimming with joy. They had finally won!

The whistle was silent, seemingly indifferent to his own injury. Ignoring the flying sword close at hand, he lunged towards Master Huo with a movement technique that left several afterimages in the air, approaching his enemy with unprecedented speed!

This rascal had been concealing such astonishing speed, managing to withhold it until now!

Master Huo, having expended too much Spiritual Power, found his hands sluggish and couldn’t raise them in time, watching the whistle close in on him. Repeating his previous tactic, the whistle thrust the Dagger once again towards his chest.

"This guy probably knows he can’t escape death from the poison and is just taking a chance, right?" Master Huo sneered inwardly, "Pointless. My protective magic tool won’t break! Mortals are ignorant. This ant has struggled for so long, but all he has is a bit of cleverness. In a while, he’ll still die by my sword!"

He imagined the whistle writhing on the ground after being poisoned, begging for a swift death. This mortal had persisted in the duel for so long and had greatly diminished his own pride; he must not be allowed a quick end but to suffer for ten hours before dying!

Master Huo coldly watched the Dagger stab towards him, waiting for the protective magic tool’s light barrier to flash, wanting to teach the mortal a lesson in despair.

However, there was no reaction. The Dagger, without even a faint sound, plunged deeply into his chest, hilt-deep!

"What... what’s happening?" The pursuing flying sword clattered to the ground. Master Huo looked at his chest in disbelief and then was overcome by dizziness. He staggered and collapsed to the ground in an agonizing pose.

"Master Huo!" The bystanders were also in disbelief. The members of the Cloud Tiger Trading Team were stunned by this abrupt reversal and hadn’t yet come to their senses when Luo You hastily shouted out, falling to the ground to check Huo Xiu’s wound, "If anything happens to him, you all will be buried with him!" His voice was harsh with concealed fear—Master Huo, sent by the headquarters, was of high status, and if anything happened to him here, his own future would be worrisome.

This shout awakened everyone on the scene. With several clanking sounds, both sides drew their weapons again, facing off.

"He’s not dead. I didn’t hit any vital parts," the whistle waved his hand, speaking in a low voice. His back was still straight, even as steam rose from his sweat-covered body.

Luo You tore open Master Huo’s robes and indeed saw that the Dagger had avoided vital areas, lodged in the flesh below the collarbone—likely not even hitting a lung lobe—but the wound was blackened. "You! You actually used poison, how despicable!"

No sooner had he spoken, than the people from the Cloud Tiger Trading Team collectively rolled their eyes—weren’t those supposed to be our lines?

Luo You then looked at the whistle with shock and suspicion: "Why aren’t you poisoned?" As everyone followed his gaze, they saw the whistle’s arm still bleeding, but the blood was bright red, showing no signs of poisoning. By contrast, it was the one lying on the ground who seemed to be more deeply poisoned. (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, you are welcome to vote with recommendation tickets and Monthly Tickets at qidian.com. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please visit m.qidian.com to read.)

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