Chapter 250

Chapter 250: Chapter 247: "Sword Sect"I’m dying from the suspense, is this even doable?"]

"First time seeing such a thrilling scene in this retirement live stream."]

"Isn’t this difficulty a bit too outrageous? I think a normal Escape Line shouldn’t be this hard..."

"Did they take a wrong turn, or is that guy named Zhuang Guo the problem?"]

"Coming from another live stream and I’m dying of anxiety, because the bullet chat can’t reveal unknown information."]

Ming’an leapt down from the tree branch, thrusting his sword into the skull of a white creature, the blade piercing through from the crown of the head, right through the opponent.

The maximum distance for Spatial Displacement is one hundred meters, and his just now was just enough to break through the blockade of white creatures, reaching the last line of their blockade.

As long as he killed the creatures at the end of the battle line, he would be able to break through the defense and escape.

He landed swiftly, the sword sliding downward, slicing open the creature before him as if cutting through soft tofu, with blood spurting out in a thin line, a few drops landing on his cheek.

Such an effective strike, yet the creature that was vertically split by his blade didn’t die; it even lowered its head, revealing a creepy smile at him.

A chill surged from his heart, and he instantly kicked the creature in the abdomen, violently pulling out his sword blade, quickly leaping backward.

The next moment, a large hole burst open at the position where he had just stood.

Electricity was circling, the weeds turned yellow and withered.

Before he could catch his breath, he heard the sounds of whistling through the air coming from behind him.

...The creatures from behind were returning.

He could even hear Xia Luoyang, with a smile in his voice, shouting:

"—You shouldn’t have chosen to escape, Xia Luoyang. This time, you’ve made the greatest mistake."]

"I have no regrets," he muttered under his breath, gripping the sword tightly, the Ink coating his blade as he turned and swept it horizontally!

The darkness turned into a streamline, drawing a black Crescent Arc around him as the electrified batons thrown at him were abruptly sliced apart, with the crackling sound of electricity filling the air.

Absolute Sharpness.

The sword blade, coated with Ink, could achieve an effect similar to Absolute Sharpness.

He swept the sword without pausing, charging into the depths of the forest.

At his side, Mo Yan was carrying Suzune on his back, following closely at high speed.

This time, it was Mo Yan who couldn’t keep up with him.

With Agility at 38 in Bright State, although human running speed doesn’t increase linearly with the Value, his speed was still twice that of Mo Yan’s, who soon fell behind.

He slowed down his pace temporarily, matching Mo Yan’s speed, helping to Block the long-range attacks from behind.

But clearly, Mo Yan’s speed was no match for those white creatures, and the distance between them was closing visibly.

Mo Yan didn’t speak, just kept his head down, running as fast as he could.

Big drops of sweat slid down his cheeks, his usually smiling face now pressed into a tight-lipped expression, his face flushed red, even putting away his sword.

He had clearly accelerated to his limit.

The branches on both sides scraped past his cheeks, leaving varying deep and shallow cuts on his face.

Fresh blood trailed behind them as they ran, provoking the creatures behind them to emit strange roars.

...They were like a group of monsters.

As if guided by Xia Luoyang’s commands, the creatures behind them were now moving even faster than before.

The distance between them was continuously closing.

"Get down!" Ming’an immediately let Dong Xue off his back, telling her to run ahead on her own.

He had to hold off these charging creatures, or else they would all be caught up to collectively.

He stopped in his tracks, holding up his sword towards the creatures in the front.

Twenty meters, fifteen meters, ten meters...

"Gush!"

The longsword pierced flesh, and he ran his blade through the chest of one of the fastest white monsters. The creature’s arms, raised above its neck, failed to prevent the sword from piercing its throat.

But apparently, a stab through the chest had little effect on it, as even its health bar only dropped a bit.

"Bang!"

The creature suddenly launched a kick. Su Ming’an, just drawing back his sword, was too late to dodge and immediately gripped his sword with one hand and braced the other against the blade to block the monster’s powerful strike.

An intense impact hit him in an instant, the sword rang with a "clang" and he even faintly heard the sound of fine cracks forming on it.

This time, the crimson numbers leaped from his own body.

He spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, uncontrollably flew backward, and slammed into a tree trunk.

"Boom—!"

Leaves fluttered, scratching his cheek, bringing a sharp sting.

But what hurt more was his chest.

The impact from that hit, even with the sword serving as a shield, unavoidably transferred to his chest, as if someone had ruthlessly struck him with a steel rod. He didn’t know if he had broken any ribs.

Blood kept flowing from the corner of his mouth, dripping onto the ground. He held the sword in one hand and propped himself up on the ground, quickly getting to his feet with the support of the tree trunk.

Suddenly a dampness appeared on his body, and the delicate sound of dripping grew louder.

Rain seeped through the dense branches and leaves, falling onto his head, the icy temperature gradually spreading.

It started to rain.

Su Ming’an looked up.

He saw at least thirty to forty white monsters, surging towards him like a tide.

If he could strike these monsters at their vital points, he indeed could kill them instantly, but given the chance, these white monsters could do the same to him.

Moreover, since he was alone, once he began to take damage, it would affect his mobility.

Like now, his movements felt noticeably sluggish, as if he was becoming a piece of rusted gear.

He quickly took out a strengthener.

[Strengthener: Inject to rapidly recover a total of 500 health points within ten seconds. Multiple injections permitted.

Note: This item comes with intense pain. Please be cautious about stacking!]

It was a syringe filled with azure liquid that shimmered with starlike sparkles.

He jabbed it into his left arm without worrying about the precise spot and pushed the liquid inside.

The intense pain described for the strengthener quickly took effect, and a fine, ant-bite-like ache spread over his body. Facing the onslaught of white monsters, he raised his sword and suddenly saw Mo Yan, who should have been running, still standing to the side.

Mo Yan was standing there, like a stake driven into the grass, while the rain slid down his face, his expression filled with something indescribable.

"...What are you doing standing there?" Su Ming’an frowned. "Run."

He had struggled to buy time, and yet this man was still standing there?

Fine pains leapt from every corner of Su Ming’an’s body as he leaned against the damp tree trunk, barely standing, his sword hand trembling.

Mo Yan did not speak.

He turned around, his back to Su Ming’an, and in the midst of the fine rain, he raised his sword as well.

"Schwing!"

A sharp and clear sword cry resounded, as unstoppable as if piercing the heavens.

It was as if something had been suddenly awakened, and the blade began to pulse with a fierce white light.

"Big brother, I told Suzune to run first, along with Dong Xue." Mo Yan said. "Now they should have already covered some distance. You just have to move faster to catch up with them."

"What are you planning to do?"

Mo Yan didn’t answer but instead stepped forward, standing in front of him.

The light of the sunshower fell upon the black robe with white patterns worn by the young man ahead, reflecting a blood light similar to the shimmer of the sea’s surface. Mo Yan took the initiative to step forward, confronting the white monster that dashed toward him, sword raised.

The blade hummed, with a majestic and sharp dragon’s roar contained within its song.

Su Ming’an leaned against the trunk of a tree, the pain in his chest gradually numbed as the strengthener took effect.

"A member of the Sword Sect will not become a burden to their savior," said Mo Yan, looking over his shoulder, raising his long sword, "Big brother, go quickly. Consider this my way of paying back the life I owe you."

The rain slid down his cheeks, the blade clear and bright, reflecting the sudden sharpness that appeared in his eyes.

At this moment, his face bore not a trace of jest, only a deeply serene calm.

As if he had already prepared himself for this moment.

Mo Yan knew all too well that his speed had become the fatal weakness of the team.

If he didn’t stay behind, even if Su Ming’an managed to stop the monsters for now, this group of people would sooner or later be dragged down to their deaths.

Therefore, he chose to stay behind on his own accord.

He took one last look at Su Ming’an and then never looked back, suddenly advancing, sword raised.

The raindrops, like beads reflecting flowing light, sparkled like diamonds in the curtain of rain.

"Whoosh—!"

The sword light was like a silver dragon glimmering bright, illuminating the surrounding leaves with its brilliance.

The sweeping sword qi burst forth fiercely, Mo Yan let out a great shout, and charged towards the foremost enemy. The air currents he stirred caused leaves to whirl into the air, the sword qi roared deafeningly, and the sword’s radiance twinkled like cold stars.

"Whoosh—!"

Blood spurted, as he cleaved horizontally with his sword, severing the giant hands extended by the monster.

Numerous electric batons struck toward him, but he gripped the hilt of the sword, sword qi swirling and streaming around it.

The light of the sunshower shone on his body, the blade reflecting the light mirror-like. The signatures scratched onto the mirror-like surface now appeared irregular and intensely white within a thin line of cold light.

Although usually jesting and appearing spineless, at this moment, standing in the forefront with his sword, his form was as steadfast as the blade of the sword, rooted to the spot, with not a tremble in his sword-wielding hand.

"Big brother, go—!"

His tremulous voice carried over, with a hint of swaggering laughter, as if he was exceedingly joyful at that moment.

Su Ming’an didn’t interfere, nor did he put on any sort of "If you don’t go, I won’t go" tragic act.

He only watched as the other’s figure decisively plunged into the white current, dissolving like ink in water.

He turned around, running towards Suzune and Dong Xue.

"Goodbye."

He whispered lowly, without slowing his steps.

As he turned and ran, he heard the muffled sound of the blade meeting flesh from behind. The noise of the rampant sword qi, and coming from behind him, a loud, resounding cry:

"Youth fades in an instant. Fate is constant, cycling ever on—"

Su Ming’an ran, hearing these familiar words.

The sweeping sword qi brushed past him, carrying a piercing sound. He looked back once again and saw the fiery sword qi that seemed to illuminate the seas, bursting forth with vigor.

The young man at the forefront was like a drawn sword, bright light spewing forth from his blade, like a galaxy pouring down from the sky.

"What is there to fear for us in the struggle for the Great Way!"

The loud shout came from the other end of the galaxy, as if sweeping over him through this scorching white river.

Facing the golden sunlight, his long shadow trailed behind him, his front splattered with gushing blood.

He shouted with laughter, his voice filled with endless unrestrained abandon.

"—Disciple of the Sword Sect, the carefree Mo Yan, I await your esteemed challenge!"

"Big brother, you have to believe me... I really didn’t have any ill intentions, and I’m genuinely heartbroken for big brother."

"I also truly hope that big brother could be a little less guarded normally..."

"If I wanted to make a move, I could have done so long ago. After all this time with big brother, don’t you trust me...?"

"I believe you now," Su Ming’an whispered.

He quickened his pace, distancing himself from the tumultuous battlefield.

Fewer and fewer fragmented leaves drifted past him, and the swirling sword energy also gradually receded.

The landscapes on either side were rapidly left behind, and the sounds of sword energy crisscrossing faded away in his ears.

People from Ancient Martial Families, from the Sword Sect, how could they possibly be new players just entering the game?

...Mo Yan’s combat power had never been fully displayed. The occasional display of willpower was also far above that of a normal person.

He had always suspected that this person might be a character like a sniper, given how excessively deliberate the other’s enthusiasm seemed, as though intentionally sticking to him.

He was always on guard around Mo Yan, like guarding against a stranger, disregarding the other’s past kindness.

When the instance reset, he directly questioned how the other knew his room information.

He still remembered Mo Yan’s answer and his gaze from that time.

Back then, Mo Yan looked up at him.

In that young man’s eyes at that time was an unprecedented sincerity. His complexion was almost pale, but his gaze was clear.

"Big brother can trust me."

...Maybe Mo Yan was right.

There might truly be many "good people" in this world.

...Isn’t he just encountering one right here, right now...?

He ran with all his might, chasing after the scenery ahead.

His field of view gradually widened.

When he slowed down his pace and saw the slanting curtain of rain sweep past him, he came upon an exceptionally wide piece of land.

Dong Xue and Suzune stood in the midst of the rain curtain, and in front of them was a swaying suspension bridge in the rain.

The bridge connected to the other side of the cliff, where a faint path could be seen, and the shallow shadow of a city hidden behind the trees.

"Zhuang Guo must have remembered the direction wrong; the suspension bridge is this way," Dong Xue, seeing him, was extremely happy: "Xia Luoyang, look, if we go from here, we can get out!"

Su Ming’an glanced over.

The suspension bridge swayed precariously in the wind and rain, appearing to be on the verge of flipping at any moment.

Dong Xue and Suzune must have feared falling off, which is why they had stopped here to wait for him.

Su Ming’an stepped forward, carried Dong Xue on his back, and picked up the petite Suzune before charging straight ahead.

"Oh, by the way... Brother, what about the other brother?" Suzune whispered, resting against his chest.

Perhaps because Mo Yan had saved her several times along the way, she seemed particularly concerned about him at this moment.

"Ah, Mo Yan?" Su Ming’an stepped onto the wooden plank of the suspension bridge, maintaining his balance in the stormy wind: "He’s still behind... Maybe in a little while..."

His voice trailed off.

A cold, mechanical system voice sounded in his ears amidst the fierce howling of the wind and pelting rain.

"...Maybe he won’t be coming back after a while," Su Ming’an said softly.