Chapter 259: Sword Cultivator Zhao Hong (Please Subscribe)

"Lord Du, the situation seems a bit wrong! This person, he seems to be one of our own?"

Within the partitioned and isolated space, Tong Wenrong's voice reached Du En's ears, sounding surprised and bewildered.

The reason was simple: regarding Zhao Hong, he could only trap him for now, not kill him!

Because the city defense system is capable of distinguishing between friend and foe, autonomously judging identities, and performing further unlocking or locking based on status, duties, and other circumstances.

It basically does not make mistakes, unless it is tampered with from the top down by the sect itself, or destroyed or infiltrated from the outside by a hostile immortal sect.

But now that this City Lord, Tong Wenrong, had just screened him, and Meng Changqing over there had also begun to pay attention, this extra possibility could be ignored.

In other words, the reason Zhao Hong could be trapped now was simply because he had abandoned his post and crossed the boundary in violation of regulations.

After all, he was not in a position like a traveling wanderer who could go anywhere and for whom playing at infiltration did not matter.

Therefore, if Zhao Hong were to infiltrate the inner city, or even reach the level of the City Lord's Mansion, then his crime would be even heavier—heavy enough for Tong Wenrong to directly suppress and kill him using the city defenses!

Thus, Zhao Hong and his companions would naturally not risk going deep and throwing themselves into a net.

Even though the current situation was, in fact, throwing themselves into a net.

"It's an inside job."

Du En answered calmly and firmly.

Like, if you're going to bluff me, you should at least make up something better.

Hearing this, Tong Wenrong wanted to speak but stopped, stopped but wanted to speak again; he began to calm down and feel regret, but as things stood, it seemed he had already boarded this ship and could only grit his teeth and hold on.

And just as the conversation between the two was temporarily suspended, a sword light suddenly lit up, reflecting on Du En's face.

Discovered!

So fast.

Thinking this, Du En could only choose to dodge first, exposing his figure from the shadows amidst a burst of explosive noise.

At this moment, Zhao Hong, who had also appeared on the street with a stern and cold expression, could not help but feel a bit surprised.

"Du En?"

The astonishment quickly vanished, and he sneered, saying: "So that's how it is. Your speed is truly fast; you are actually not much slower than us, and you have also quickly hooked up with the higher-ups here!"

"Ren Li's senior fellow apprentice?"

Hearing this, Du En synthesized the various circumstances and immediately guessed the other party's identity.

To be honest, he had originally thought this stupid strategy of waiting for a rabbit by the tree would be a protracted war, but he hadn't expected to have a harvest so quickly—he hadn't even waited overnight.

Seeing it like this now, he understood why it was so.

Because the disciples of the Great Cultivator Yun Yi had great internal conflicts and fought each other fiercely; even if they arrived together now, they would certainly be scheming against one another.

In fact, that was exactly the case: Zhao Hong had chosen to go out alone to plot his own little schemes.

And now, he did not refute or deny Du En's words; facing the reality of being partitioned and isolated, he felt not the slightest fear, but instead, his momentum surged, as if a precious sword were clanging, his sharp edge fully revealed!

"Since things have reached this point, we both know why. Then, I don't need to engage in any flashy scheming anymore; let's just use our strength to decide the winner and determine the future!"

Saying this, he was actually eager to try, and a smile could not help but appear on his cold face, looking extremely battle-hungry.

He was quite confident; even though he had accidentally walked into a trap, he did not feel he would lose.

So there was simply no need to deny or refute!

Du En did not deny his strength either, because as his sharp edge grew stronger, Zhao Hong seemed to transform into a sword, standing proudly and unyielding, stirring up the wind and clouds.

"Sword cultivator?"

"That is indeed me!"

Zhao Hong let out a long whistle, like the deep ringing of a sword, and streaks of sword light suddenly exploded, surging toward Du En's side.

Sword Shadow Splitting Light, a high-grade spell, with small success!

Facing such an offensive, Du En naturally did not act carelessly; he channeled his magic to meet it, and suddenly wind and sand filled the sky to counter the multitude with coverage.

The sword light sliced open the wind and the sand clouds, but was also broken by the wind and shattered by the sand.

The spells from both sides quickly perished together, mutually vanishing without a trace.

"Good! As expected of a genius who revealed his talent early and is one step ahead of others; even though my cultivation is two minor stages higher than yours, I am actually unable to gain the slightest advantage in a conventional duel!"

Zhao Hong said coldly; it was not praise, but rather filled with killing intent, feeling even more that he needed to nip this in the bud early, lest he grow into a towering tree capable of obscuring and swallowing his own light!

The news leaked really fast.

Du En only thought this.

His Ice Breath Art was still maintained, so to outsiders, he was just at the early stage of Golden Core; even after just trading a move and ending in a draw, it shouldn't have made Zhao Hong so certain, with his killing intent becoming even more intense.

While his thoughts turned, his hands were not slow.

A Giant Cannon with small success condensed and crashed toward Zhao Hong, bringing a rumbling sound; the shadow loomed and gradually grew larger, creating a sense of immense pressure.

Yet Zhao Hong did not even lift his head.

Clang, clang, clang!

Another sword ring sounded.

White Geng Metal sword Qi suddenly condensed, transforming into a five-zhang-long great sword, meeting it head-on without dodging or evading.

Geng Metal sword Qi, a high-grade spell, with small success!

The two perished together again—no, because the Geng Metal was sharp and strong, a fraction remained, breaking through the Giant Cannon and reaching before Du En, only to be burned to nothing by a flash of golden flame.

His expression remained calm; he only said: "Are you ready?"

This remark carried an invisible composure, making Zhao Hong's smile grow even colder.

But the floating of one magical artifact after another also forced him to take it seriously.

Four hundred third-grade high-grade magical artifacts, spitting out spiritual light and sharp rays, surrounded him from all directions, moving constantly without colliding, like a school of bloodthirsty fish, fully displaying the exquisite and marvelous control of their master.

"Heh! It is said that injuring ten fingers is not as good as severing one. You are very confident, so you chose to target me first; this is naturally a very correct choice. However, you were wrong about one thing: that is, I am stronger than you think! I am stronger than you!"

Zhao Hong seemed to have misunderstood something; while speaking loudly, his magic power surged and gathered, his Golden Core trembled incessantly, and his entire cultivation was concentrated into one sword.

This is a sword cultivator, this is his life-bound dharma sword, and this is the top-grade No Regrets Sword Control Art!

It is one rank higher than the Hundred Control Art, and as a superior version of sword control arts specialized in a single path within the same category of artifact control, it can be said to crush the Hundred Control Art in terms of individual precision and power.

And!

When the sword is drawn, there is no regret; it exists only to kill!

A pure sword cultivation method, its killing power among the same rank is among the strongest!

There was no longer any clanging sword hum, only a bursting cold light; the sword tip had already pierced through the curtain of dharma artifacts, instantly shattering twenty of them, and at this moment it had already arrived before the face of Du En, about to take his life!

His tough Spirit-Hardened Eyes reflected the sharpness of this sword tip, and he actually felt them ache and swell.

But Du En's expression remained unchanged, calmly reacting to the changing situation.

Control artifact!

Self-destruct!

Pounce straight at Zhao Hong!

He has a Spirit-Hardened Body and even more divine abilities; this sword cannot kill him.

But what about you?

Under the swarm of self-destructing dharma artifacts, with all your killing power currently concentrated into one sword and no other defenses, how can you block the self-destruction of my dharma artifacts?

(End of chapter)