Chapter 92: Chapter 92: Watching from the Sidelines
"Do you think we can stop them now?" the tall warrior asked coldly, his eyes scanning the mass of martial artists gathered below.
This was Zhao Shi, the leader of the Lion Mercenary Group. With his full beard and a muscular frame that bulged even through his armor, he exuded a powerful presence.
"Have you found Aotian yet?" Zhao Shi asked next.
"We searched for him, but he's nowhere to be found," replied another man, shaking his head.
"Hmm, he was likely killed by these people," Zhao Shi said indifferently.
"But it doesn't matter. Soon, everyone here will die," he added, his voice filled with cold malice.
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"It's about to open," Ren Xing muttered, his eyes locked onto the area ahead. His body trembled slightly with excitement.
This ancient ruin undoubtedly held great opportunities! He had to seize it.
Boom! Boom!
The ground beneath them shook more violently, and the sound of something colossal shifting echoed through the area.
"It's opening! It's opening!" shouted some of the surrounding martial artists, their voices filled with excitement.
Finally!
Ren Xing's eyes widened as he saw the massive rocky mountain ahead begin to crack open. Intense waves of energy burst out from the opening, surging toward the crowd.
Such dense energy!
Without hesitation, Ren Xing focused his will, absorbing the surrounding energy into his body. Gripping his Yao Zhan Sword tightly, he pushed his absorption abilities to their limit, letting the energy flood into him.
His entire body felt invigorated, filled with power.
The other martial artists could feel it too, their breathing becoming heavy as the ancient ruin finally revealed itself before them. However, none dared to rush in just yet—there were too many eyes watching, ready to strike.
"Charge!" someone finally shouted.
A few martial artists couldn't contain their greed and rushed toward the ruins, eager to be the first to enter.
"Fools!" someone from the back yelled.
Immediately, powerful martial techniques were unleashed, surging toward the ones trying to get ahead.
Boom! Boom!
Explosions rocked the area as martial arts techniques collided, turning the scene into a chaotic battleground.
"Hmph, let them kill each other," Zhao Shi, watching from a high platform, sneered.
"What should we do, Chief?" one of the vice commanders asked, seeing the chaos unfold below.
Though sitting back and watching them fight seemed wise, he worried that the treasures inside the ruins might get snatched away.
"No need to rush," Zhao Shi replied calmly, showing no sign of concern.
"Whoever gets the treasures first, we'll simply take it from them afterward."
A smirk appeared on his face.
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"Lord City Master, what should we do now?" Huang Conghui asked, his eyes bloodshot as he stared at the unfolding chaos ahead.
The overwhelming energy radiating from the ruins was enough to make anyone crave the treasures hidden within.
Who wouldn't want such power?
"Wait. We're almost there," Ren Xing responded calmly, keeping his emotions in check.
"Let them kill each other first."
Nearby, Brother Hu had also restrained himself from charging forward. He knew better than to rush into a battlefield with so many martial artists eager to fight their way into the ruins. Let them thin out the competition first.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Suddenly, sharp wind blades came slicing through the air toward Ren Xing's group.
"Hmph!" Ren Xing snorted, sensing the incoming attack. He quickly drew the Yao Zhan Sword.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
With a few swift strikes, Ren Xing deflected the wind blades with ease.
"Fools," Ren Xing muttered, narrowing his eyes.
He glanced ahead and spotted a group of martial artists, clearly with the same strategy of hanging back and waiting for the right moment to charge in.
Without hesitation, Ren Xing activated the Bloodthirsty Fury skill, channeling his own blood energy into the Yao Zhan Sword. Crimson energy burst forth from the sword as he charged toward the group with a menacing grin.
"Kill him!" one of the martial artists shouted as Ren Xing approached.
Clang! Clang!
Swords clashed, but to their horror, their weapons were easily shattered by Ren Xing's Yao Zhan Sword.
"How is that possible!?" one of the martial artists gasped, eyes wide in disbelief.
"All of you, die!" Ren Xing sneered before unleashing Phantom Dance.
His body split into dozens of shadowy figures, each one attacking relentlessly.
Ren Xing never held back. He always went for the kill, using full force in every battle. It wasn't long before the entire group of martial artists lay dead in pools of their own blood.
[Killed fifth-tier martial artist, gained 500 evolution points]
[Killed fifth-tier martial artist, gained 500 evolution points]
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[Absorbed blood of fifth-tier martial artist, gained 0.5 energy points]
[Absorbed blood of fifth-tier martial artist, gained 0.5 energy points]
System notifications flooded in for Ye Fan, who observed with a hint of satisfaction.
"This old man certainly strikes quickly and mercilessly," Ye Fan commented, watching Ren Xing's efficient slaughter.
With the Bloodthirsty Fury skill enhancing him, Ren Xing, now a sixth-tier warrior, cut through these fifth-tier martial artists like they were nothing more than chickens.
"Ren City Master… he's become even more powerful," Huang Conghui muttered, feeling a chill run down his spine.
He recalled his earlier conflicts with Ren Xing, and a wave of dread washed over him. If Ren Xing had wanted to kill him back then, Huang Conghui wouldn't have stood a chance.
"I wonder if it's because of that sword," Brother Hu said quietly, his gaze fixed on Ren Xing's weapon as he fought.
He could see it now—there was something very wrong with that sword. It exuded an overwhelming, terrifying energy.
Under the effects of Bloodthirsty Fury, Ren Xing had slain the group of martial artists who had dared attack him, and the Yao Zhan Sword greedily absorbed their blood.
The blood that was absorbed by the sword immediately replenished the blood energy Ren Xing had expended, restoring his strength completely.
"This feels amazing," Ren Xing laughed, a wild grin spreading across his face.