Chapter 165: My Name is Lu Ye!

ith the alpha like this was undoubtedly an honor. It hadn't had that privilege before.And it seemed rather pleased with itself, even having some fresh blood at the corner of its mouth.This clearly loo...Lu Ye, in a departure from his usual demeanor, took the initiative to launch an attack. This came as a surprise to everyone and aroused suspicion among many in the Wanmo Ridge, who believed that he might be seeking death due to the breakage of his spirit artifact…

In the blink of an eye, the two had already clashed, the sounds of clanging and ringing echoing as their weapons collided repeatedly.

Hu Ping was also a cultivator of martial arts, and his weapon was also a sword. However, Lu Ye's sword differed from Hu Ping's in that it was wider and shorter, resembling a traditional chopping knife.

As a disciple of a third-rate sect, Hu Ping possessed considerable talent. Although he had no record of killing enemies above his own rank, few contemporaries could match him in combat.

Especially the way he wields his broadsword, with sweeping attacks that are like a hurricane tearing through leaves. While Lu Ye's swordsmanship is sharp and aggressive, his is wild and ferocious.

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The feeling of oppression is too intense!

With a deafening clang, Hu Ping's body went backward, his spiritual weapon almost flying out of his hand. He tried to steady himself, but his feet slipped on the ground.

A flash of cold, bright blade light passed by, and Hu Ping forcefully steadied his stance, trying to raise his weapon to block. However, the strike bypassed his spiritual tool and slashed down with brutal force.

It was too late to resist now. Hu Ping, having much experience in life-and-death struggles, hardened his heart and swung his sword towards Lu Ye's neck.

In less than ten breaths, the two sides engaged in a fierce battle, their lives hanging in the balance, causing a stir of astonishment from all around.

Hu Ping's eyes showed no panic, because he knew that Lu Ye's broken sword couldn't do anything to him. The opponent's weapon was indeed of good quality, but since it had been broken, it was impossible to exert its original power, so the threat he posed was not great.

This blade was different. It slashed towards Lu Ye's neck; if he didn't activate his protective spirit runes, this strike could have been fatal!

As expected, when his weapon struck Lu Ye's neck, a layer of spiritual runes blocked the attack. He didn't stop, however, but continued to press forward, consuming the opponent's spiritual energy through sheer force.

However, the pain in his chest took him aback. Blood spurted out, and Hu Ping, ignoring everything else, leaped backward using the force of the chop.

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He lowered his head and saw a gash a foot long had been cut across his chest. His armor, worn close to his body, was shattered, its brilliance extinguished!

Hù Píng's scalp suddenly went numb, and he didn't understand what was going on.

He dared to take Ye Lu's sword head-on because, first, the spiritual weapon in Ye Lu's hand was broken, significantly reducing its power. Second, he had a treasure armor protecting him. Although this armor wasn't of high quality, it still offered some protection, and on several occasions, he had escaped danger thanks to it.

But this time, Baojia was actually cut through, failing to offer him any protection.

Their weapon wasn't broken, was it How is it still so sharp

A myriad of thoughts swirled in his mind, but he couldn't dwell on them. Lu Ye was already upon him, taking advantage of his unpreparedness and striking with a swift thrust.

The sound of rang out again, in an instant the two were locked in combat. However, Hu Ping had been momentarily distracted, and was now completely overwhelmed. He felt the opponent's attack was not only fierce, but also relentless.

After a few breaths, Hu Ping suddenly stiffened, his great sword raised high but unable to fall. He looked down at his chest, his eyes filled with terror.

At his chest, the broken blade slid effortlessly through the breach in his armor and into his very heart.

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With this level of strength, he already possesses the capital to fight beyond his rank.

At this moment, Lu Ye became more and more aware. Although his ears were still ringing and he occasionally saw blurry images flash before his eyes, the pressure from across felt like a formidable opponent whose strength and speed were no less than his own.

When facing such an opponent, you can only fight quickly and decisively.

Lu Ye knew his own situation. He was already running low on spiritual energy, and if he kept fighting like this, he would definitely be the first to collapse. Once his spiritual energy ran out before defeating his opponent, he would only have death waiting for him.

Thoughts flashed through his mind. Facing the opponent's sudden strike, he did not block or dodge, but instead swung his sword back at them.

This blade startled the Wan Mo Ling cultivator. Lu Ye dared to take his blow, but he wouldn't dare to take a strike from Lu Ye. Many lives before had taught him a truth: the weapon in Lu Ye's hand was incredibly powerful, far beyond what a low-level cultivator should possess.

He hurriedly dodged.

The rhythm was suddenly disrupted. He and Lu Ye had been evenly matched in their attack, but when he started to defend, the initial sharpness in his heart vanished, leaving him feeling clumsy and restrained.positions. As for the eastern flank, it is completely ignored.Upon seeing the strength of the opposing camp, both rays of sunlight were stunned. Southern side took the lead in attacking: "66 one late...