Chapter 102: Seven Swords Stop the War, Mighty Pressure!

Bu Jue was going to end her own life!

The blue curse blade in her palm shimmered with a faint light as it stabbed toward her heart.

The Lizardmen and the Dwarf race, watching this, were shocked to the extreme!

"She actually still has mental energy left, not good!"

"This woman is going to kill herself!"

Both sides were locked in combat and were powerless to stop it; it was too late.

"Damn it, such a good woman, and she’s going to be wasted!"

The old Dwarves spat, their faces full of heartache.

But it wasn't heartache for her death; they were just pained at losing a top-tier slave.

Clang!!

The next instant, an extremely domineering longsword flew over, slashing through the air.

This sword... perhaps it couldn't be called a sword.

It was a sword tip flowing with flames.

It was fast to the peak.

In an instant, it shattered the curse blade in her palm into fragments.

She was also shaken by this terrifying sword Qi, suffering internal injuries and spitting out a large mouthful of blood, but she had managed to survive.

She looked around in shock and fear.

Her remaining mental energy was exhausted.

If she lived, she would suffer endless torture for the rest of her life!

In the Lizardmen’s breeding nest, all women had their limbs severed and were tied to tree stumps.

The Dwarf race wouldn't be gentle or cherish her either.

She looked around in despair, searching for who had been so cruel to her.

In her eyes, a trace of sorrow even emerged.

A young man appeared, turning into a black afterimage, stepping lightly through the air.

In just a moment, he landed in the center of the field.

His speed was fast to the extreme.

The chaotic wind, mixed with ice and snow, blew against his tattered cloak.

The young man’s messy hair fluttered and drifted in disarray.

His silhouette was lean and extremely mysterious, yet he possessed a powerful oppressive force!

The man raised his hand and gripped.

Swoosh swoosh swoosh swoosh swoosh!!!

Seven longswords flew out, suspended in the air in a complex formation.

They intercepted all the offensives from the Dwarf and Lizard races.

Originally there were six swords, but don't forget, the Long Xiang broken sword could split into two!

Thus, there were seven swords.

The 30-fold sword technique power bonus from the Origin Sword Body was terrifying.

Even though Su Ming’s sword-controlling power was divided into several strands and weakened significantly, it could still steadily block all attacks.

The four Lizardmen and three Dwarves present.

All had their heads pinned by the sword blades, unable to move.

All the movement and momentum of their skills were extinguished!

The battlefield, which had been on the verge of war, suddenly fell silent.

For a moment, everyone looked at Su Ming in shock.

"Who goes there!?"

Several of them asked.

To neutralize the skills of so many Third-Turn experts in an instant—this person’s strength was simply terrifying.

"Fourth-Turn Sword Controller, God of Slaughter."

Su Ming’s voice was flat and cold.

He announced his name, his voice confident and indifferent.

As if he didn't take anything into account.

And rightly so; in his past life, he had relied on his own strength to reach the Eighth-Turn.

If he didn't have extraordinary character and courage, how could he have achieved that?

Therefore, no one dared to doubt Su Ming’s aura as he pretended to be a Fourth-Turn.

"Hiss... hiss hiss hiss..."

"Four... four four..."

"Turn!?"

"Oh no, Fourth-Turn!?"

The young Lizardmen were so scared their tails curled up.

The old Dwarves were also so shocked their beards blew and eyes widened.

God of Slaughter—though they hadn't heard the name, it sounded terrifying!

Fourth-Turn—this realm was even more terrifying!

Combined, it was simply terrifying to the extreme.

Su Ming had actually just reached the Third-Turn.

But his skill power was so great that even with his bluff, no one dared to test him for the moment.

Suddenly, his appearance firmly suppressed everyone.

Everyone backed away slowly, their expressions cautious.

"This human expert, I wonder why you have stepped in to stop us?"

"Could it be that you are a companion of this woman!?"

A Lizardman asked in a deep voice.

They were all young Lizardmen; their voices were young, even having a touch of a refined scholar’s air.

It was just that, paired with the green-skinned appearance of the Lizard race, it looked somewhat ugly.

Su Ming and Bu Jue were both human.

So they naturally guessed that Su Ming was Bu Jue’s companion.

"No."

Su Ming shook his head.

"I simply cannot stand to see people betray others."

"And I cannot stand to see a poor person who has been betrayed die in hatred."

"I just gave her a chance while I was at it."

Su Ming said flatly.

In truth, his main purpose for coming was to dive underwater and pursue Wang Yanghui!

To seize the Epic-grade item!

Saving this woman was truly just a small favor.

This matter held no benefit for him.

But, one lives a life, grinding levels—what is it for?

Is one to pursue profit for a lifetime?

Not so.

In the end, one seeks only to be carefree!

Once one has absolute power, one must act according to one's heart and release all the pent-up frustration within.

Striving to use one's own power to shape the world into the way one wants it to be.

This is the meaning of becoming stronger.

Su Ming’s current strength had already begun to take shape; in this D-grade dungeon, he no longer feared most battles.

Naturally, there was no need to be so cautious to the extreme.

Occasionally venting was also good for his state of mind.

Su Ming’s words left Bu Jue’s eyes filled with shock.

She forced herself to suppress the trembling of her delicate body and turned to look over.

Every day, countless class-changers die in corners where no one cares.

Trapped in such a desperate situation, she had never dared to hope she could survive.

Not being tortured was already the best possible outcome.

Yet she hadn't expected such a turn of events!

"Sen... Senior."

"Thank you, thank you!"

She said, weeping with gratitude.

But in her eyes, there remained a trace of fear.

She wasn't sure if Su Ming was truly a good person.

Su Ming looked even younger than her, but she naturally regarded him as a senior.

After all, with this kind of strength, it was almost impossible for his age to be younger than hers.

There were many items in the world that slowed the aging of one's appearance; this was very common.

Hearing Su Ming’s words, the group of Dwarves looked wary but refused to give an inch.

"Human, do you intend to forcibly protect this girl?"

Su Ming’s expression was calm, and he remained silent.

Everything was understood without words.

That group of young Lizardmen also gradually calmed down, their expressions turning grim.

"This human senior, although you are a Fourth-Turn and very powerful."

"But don't forget, this dungeon is the place where our Wuka-faction Lizard race has resided for generations!"

"We have lived here for over a hundred years and have long since formed a tribe!"

"If you dare to kill us, you will die too; our clansmen will avenge us."

"Our Lizard race is not without Fourth-Turn experts!"

"And this entire area is practically our territory!"

Several Lizardmen said proudly.

They puffed out their chests, and even though their foreheads were bleeding from the sword blades, they did not lower their heads.

The few Dwarves also gripped their great hammers tightly.

"That’s right... and even if you are a Fourth-Turn, you are not invincible!"

"Your class has high attack power, but your defense is a weakness."

"There are seven of us here; it’s not as if we have no chance of winning."

The old men’s voices were extremely deep.