Chapter 740: Conquering Qin Bore

Scarlet, dark bloodstains stained the ground, and against the gleam of the pitch‑black shiny thin high‑heeled leather shoes, red and black intertwined, glaringly conspicuous, impossible to ignore.

All around, the Death Warriors' slaughter shook heaven and earth, blades and swords flashing in chaotic disorder, a frigid killing intent sweeping the entire plaza.

But Qin Bore's eyes were locked tight on her feet, on that faint dark‑red trace, and she couldn't move her gaze even an inch.

Her usual cool, composed beautiful eyes suddenly narrowed; a flash of surprise and panic flickered in her depths. This fresh bloodstain, still warm and undried—could it be Lin Yuan's?

At that thought, Qin Bore's chest clenched hard, as if an invisible hand had gripped it, and her breath involuntarily hitched a fraction.

She had just thrown herself wholeheartedly into the melee, giving her all to fend off the Death Warriors attacking from all sides, with no spare attention for Lin Yuan beside her; now, catching sight of the bloodstain, panic surged through her heart instantly.

In an instant, countless images flashed through her mind: swarms of Death Warriors rushing in, blades flying, moves ruthless, every corner filled with lethal threat.

Lin Yuan had always stood beneath her, silently steadying her stance and protecting her footing.

In such chaotic, perilous slaughter, being nicked by flying blades or swept up by fierce moves was utterly normal.

Surging worry, uncontrolled, swept through her limbs and bones, utterly disrupting her combat rhythm.

Qin Bore now couldn't even notice the cold blades slicing toward her from all sides; the howling wind and the crisp clang of weapons seemed to blur.

She was habitually steady and composed, unflinching even before ten thousand troops, but now her heart was in turmoil, filled only with concern for the person beside her.

Her fingertips trembled slightly; she instinctively grasped the hanging hem at her side, tightened her grip, a faint panic barely perceptible, and swiftly lifted the hem, lowering her head for a quick glance.

Just that glance instantly made her blood surge to her head.

The dark‑red trace, against the black high heels, was especially glaring.

Qin Bore's beautiful eyes narrowed??

A flicker of doubt flashed in her depths??

This blood—could it be Lin Yuan's?

Her heart clenched suddenly, and she unconsciously slowed her sword swing.

In Qin Bore's mind… a thought flashed instantly: Could Lin Yuan have been injured in the melee just now?

After all, the surroundings were filled with the Death Warriors' blades and swords; Lin Yuan, crouched in place, was bound to be caught up.

The moment she thought of that, her buried worry… spread uncontrollably.

Qin Bore's heart tightened, and she no longer paid any attention to the Death Warriors swinging blades around her.

Qin Bore, whose face was usually cool and waveless, flushed crimson at a speed visible to the naked eye.

From her cheeks… all the way to her ears, her usual decisive, steady aura… shattered instantly.

Lin Yuan's dazed, flustered appearance… filled her vision.

"Lin Yuan! Where are you looking with your dog eyes?!"

Qin Bore was both ashamed and angry, her voice trembling involuntarily.

Her usual cold, sharp voice now carried an undisguisable embarrassment and irritation.

Qin Bore shouted a sharp rebuke, the hand gripping her Long Sword tightening slightly, both angry and embarrassed, her cool persona completely shattered.

Lin Yuan snapped back to his senses, frightened half out of his wits.

Lin Yuan hurriedly raised his hand… clumsily wiping the blood from his nostrils, his ears reddened to the point of almost bleeding.

Lin Yuan stammered… a flustered explanation:

"I didn't mean to! Just now, afraid you'd lose your footing in the fierce fight, I lifted my head to check—don't overthink it! I really didn't mean to!"

He feared provoking Qin Bore's anger again, so he hastily lowered his head, daring not to look again!!

Qin Bore snapped angrily, "Close your eyes, you're not allowed to look!"

Lin Yuan hurriedly shut his eyes tight, not daring to draw a breath.

His hands… still clung tightly to her high‑heel straps, not daring to loosen in the slightest, fearing she might truly lose her footing and fall.

But Qin Bore, still startled and ashamed, had her mind utterly thrown into chaos.

She had utterly failed to steady her center of gravity; the toe of her thin‑high‑heeled foot slipped slightly.

Qin Bore's body instantly lost balance, her whole person sliding straight down from Lin Yuan's shoulder.

Lin Yuan's heart clenched, and he instinctively opened his arms, firmly embracing her waist.

Lin Yuan exerted all his strength… to steady her posture.

The surrounding deafening slaughter… seemed to be cut off in an instant, this ultimate ambiguous scene… frozen in place.

Lin Yuan still kept his eyes closed, yet he could clearly feel the soft touch beneath her skirt,

Lin Yuan's nostrils…

This fragrance, having shed its previous cool, aloof orchid and pine notes, left only a clean, soft aura with a hint of faint sweetness, uniquely hers.

Qin Bore's fragrance, fresh and alluring, seeped into her limbs and bones with each breath.

Lin Yuan's whole body went rigid, his breathing unconsciously reduced to the barest whisper, daring not to make the slightest overstep.

Lin Yuan was completely dazed, his mind a blank, even forgetting to adjust the force in his hands.

He only felt… a rich fragrance winding around his nostrils from both cheeks, making his whole body stiff, not daring to move.

Lin Yuan's fluttering heart and panic intertwined, already overwhelming the battlefield's killing intent.

Just at this ambiguous, eerie standoff.

The surrounding Death Warriors, seeing the situation, seized the chance to launch a fierce assault.

The Death Warriors brandished their Long Swords, charging fiercely at the two.

The blades' sharp hiss as they tore the air once again shattered this brief tranquility.

Killing intent closed in instantly.

Lin Yuan's heart jolted, and he snapped back to awareness in an instant.

He knew this was no time for lovey‑dovey; Lin Yuan immediately tightened his arms, firmly supporting Qin Bore's waist.

Qin Bore also instantly suppressed her embarrassment and panic, steadying her stance.

She gripped the Long Sword tightly with both hands, taking advantage of the height from riding on Lin Yuan's head, and launched another attack.

Her gaze was like a cold blade, the Long Sword waved ever more fiercely, each strike…… precise and ruthless, she fiercely chopped at the remaining Death Warriors!

The Death Warriors Killing Formation, which already had cracks, under her fierce and powerful assault, proved utterly unable to withstand a single blow.

In a short moment, Qin Bore, relying on her fierce swordsmanship, completely shattered the Death Warriors Killing Formation.

The originally tight formation…… instantly collapsed and disintegrated.

The Death Warriors were leaderless, no longer possessing their former bravery, each showing fear on their faces, and began to scatter and flee.

After the formation collapsed, many Death Warriors had no time to escape and were slashed by Qin Bore's Long Sword.

Blood spurted from the Death Warriors' wounds as they wailed and fell to the ground.

This group of Death Warriors could no longer get up.

The once mighty Death Warriors unit utterly dissolved into a disorganized mess, no longer posing any threat.

And Lin Yuan…… continued to steadily support Qin Bore.

Lin Yuan dared not relax in the slightest.

This, caused Lin Yuan's heart to flutter…… surge again.

Even amidst the battlefield littered with corpses, Lin Yuan could not help but feel his heart sway.

Qin Bore's Long Sword…… fell for the last time, completely chopping down the last fleeing Death Warrior to the ground.

Looking at the Death Warriors scattered every which way, wailing, and the scattered weapons.

Only then did Qin Bore slowly sheathe her sword, the lethal aura around her gradually fading.

She lowered her head…… looking at Lin Yuan, who still supported her, and furrowed her brows.

In Qin Bore's tone…… was full of annoyance and impatience, she angrily shouted: 'The enemies are all dealt with, hurry up and let me down!'

In a corner not far away, Lin Yun'er had been quietly observing the movements here.

Lin Yun'er, watching Qin Bore and Lin Yuan cling tightly to each other……

Lin Yun'er felt somewhat dazed, her almond eyes wide round, and she silently muttered to herself:

This…… Miss usually cold and aloof, not allowing any opposite sex to get close, how could she be this intimate with Lin Yuan, that dog of a man?

But he released his grip too hastily, and Qin Bore had not yet fully steadied herself.

Moreover, after the fierce battle just now…… her strength was slightly lacking.

Qin Bore's delicate body slipped suddenly, she lost balance and fell heavily to the ground.

The hard ground struck her buttocks, causing them to ache.

Qin Bore couldn't help but cry out in pain: 'Ah……'

Lin Yuan's heart tightened, he had no time to feel embarrassed, he hurriedly bent down, reached out…… and steadily helped Qin Bore up.

Lin Yuan asked concernedly: 'Chief Qin, are you alright? Did you hurt from the fall?'

Not far away……

The outskirts of the plaza.

Du Jie, constantly staring intently at every movement on the battlefield.

When he saw…… the last Death Warrior fall beneath Qin Bore's blade.

Du Jie was shocked?! Horrified!

His carefully cultivated Death Warrior team, composed of top martial artists…… had actually been completely annihilated?

Du Jie's whole body shuddered violently, the composure on his face…… % instantly replaced by extreme shock and horror.

Du Jie's pupils contracted sharply, he instinctively stepped back several times.

Du Jie muttered to himself, full of disbelief: 'This, how is it possible? Impossible!'

No matter what…… he dared not accept this fact.

Those Death Warriors were all top martial artists he had painstakingly cultivated over years…… at great expense.

Usually, the Death Warriors team was invincible, never suffering a defeat.

But today, unexpectedly, Qin Bore single-handedly led to the total wipeout of the team? Not even a shred of ability to fight back, this plunged the usually arrogant Du Jie into immense shock.

After the shock, Du Jie's gaze once again turned to Qin Bore.

The horror in Du Jie's eyes…… gradually faded, replaced by…… intense greed…… and fervent desire for conquest.

Du Jie, fixed his stare on Qin Bore's clear yet dazzling silhouette.

He, watching Qin Bore, even after the fierce battle and slightly disheveled attire, still possessed a powerful aura and graceful demeanor……

Du Jie's lips…… curled into a playful yet obsessive smile.

Du Jie secretly thought: 'This woman, both decisive and ruthless in combat, and possessing a captivating appearance, strong yet charming, is truly interesting; in this world, only such a woman is worthy to be my Du Jie's woman!'

But the next second, Du Jie's gaze…… was painfully stabbed by the scene not far away.

Lin Yuan, tightly embracing Qin Bore's waist, carefully helped her up.

Lin Yuan's movements were gentle, his concern plainly visible.

Lin Yuan and Qin Bore were extremely close, the unintentionally revealed ambiguity, like a needle, fiercely pierced Du Jie's heart.

In an instant, the greed and tenderness in Du Jie's eyes…… completely vanished, replaced by a raging fury.

Du Jie clenched his fists tightly, his teeth grinding audibly, he muttered lowly:

'Damn Lin Yuan, not even looking at what he is, daring to touch the woman I, Du Jie, have taken a liking to? Truly courting death!'

Before his words even fell, Du Jie swiftly drew a handgun from his waist, his finger quickly pressing the trigger.

Du Jie's gun barrel, steady, his gaze sinister and terrifying, without the slightest hesitation, he ruthlessly pulled the trigger!

'Bang!' a gunshot rang, the bullet carrying a fierce whistling sound, shot straight toward Lin Yuan!

At the critical moment, Lin Yuan's eyes narrowed, a pre-prepared Silver Needle shot forth!

Silver Needle, striking the bullet with pinpoint accuracy!

Only a clear 'ding' was heard as the bullet was intercepted mid-air by the Silver Needle, losing its force and crashing heavily to the ground, kicking up fine dust.

Not far away, Du Jie's pupils contracted sharply, and the gloom on his face froze instantly.

On Du Jie's face, what replaced it was... a face full of disbelief.

The ruthlessness at the corner of his mouth also froze:

He never expected Lin Yuan's reaction to be so fast, even able to stop a speeding bullet with a tiny Silver Needle!

At that moment, Qin Bore, who was being supported by Lin Yuan, snapped her head around the instant she heard the gunshot.

Qin Bore, looking in the direction of the gunfire, happened to see Du Jie holding his gun, his face ferocious.

Qin Bore's eyes flashed with icy fury, her tone cold: 'Still coming?!'

Before her words faded, Qin Bore broke free from Lin Yuan's support, her graceful figure flashing out...

Her movement was as swift as a ghost, leaving barely a black afterimage.

Qin Bore, charging toward Du Jie's position...

Qin Bore tapped the ground with her toes, leapt suddenly into the air, her posture light as a butterfly, borrowing the crowd in the square.

She stepped on the heads of several new-faction thugs, gaining leverage, and surged ferociously toward Du Jie.

Du Jie was stunned by this sudden impact, his whole body stiffening...

When Du Jie came to, Qin Bore's figure was already right before his eyes.

In the blink of an eye, Qin Bore had already caught up to him!

Du Jie spun around and snatched the long sword from his subordinate's waist.

He, Du Jie, was no ordinary spoiled noble, but a genuine top-tier martial artist.

He had, since childhood, received top-tier martial arts training in the Shangqing Group...

In terms of strength, he, Du Jie, was inferior to none.

Du Jie's eyes were gloomy, his grip on the long sword tightening slightly; the composure on his face vanished, replaced only by provoked fury and obsession.

Du Jie, seeing Qin Bore charge at him, sneered.

"Qin Bore, do you really think you can beat me? I've practiced martial arts for over thirty years, I've seen all kinds of opponents. Today, I will not only take you down, but also make you submit completely to me!"

He had never feared Qin Bore in his heart; even after personally witnessing her annihilate his Death Warriors, Du Jie felt no fear.

In his view, his martial arts cultivation was enough to crush this seemingly formidable woman.

Today, he, Du Jie, would personally defeat Qin Bore, utterly conquer this beautiful and strong woman, and make her his possession.

The moment Qin Bore landed, the long sword had already struck out.

Qin Bore's long sword flashed with a cold light, thrusting straight at Du Jie's face!

Qin Bore's tone was icy and piercing, with no extra words:

"Just you? You're not worthy!"

Du Jie's eyes hardened as he swung his sword to block!

The crisp clang of blade meeting blade rang out instantly, sparks flying, and the two became entangled in combat!