Bing-Er's First Fight! . . .
"No way!" Bing-Er vehemently shook her head. "Who are you? Why are you doing this to me?"
"Girl, you don't need to know who we are. It won't make any difference," the lead man sighed. "We are following orders, that's all. We have no choice. Lady, if you want to blame somebody, blame your beauty."
"My beauty?" Bing-Er displayed a puzzled and irate expression. "Do you mean... being beautiful is a sin?"
"It is even more than that. In this world, if you don't have strong power but only a beautiful face, it is not only your sin but also your clan's downfall," the man sighed.
Bing-Er was perplexed and fearful. "So... beauty is a sin?"
"Beauty is a sin. When you are seen by a powerful man, you have sinned," the black-clad man admitted with reluctance.
"The reason for all this... is that somebody wants me?" Bing-Er's fear temporarily gave way to fiery anger. "Do you think men can forcibly occupy a lady and her heart?"
The man in black sighed. "Girl, in some people's eyes, women have no feelings. They don't need feelings. Women are items that can be robbed... This is the world! It is sad and it is helpless."
Bing-Er trembled, but her fear had transformed into fury. In her captivating eyes, anger blazed. "There actually are such shameless and vile people in the world?"
She clutched the sword tightly in her hand.
"Why do you talk so much to her? Chief, let's just bring her back. The night is long, and anything could happen!" another man suggested.
The leader sighed and issued the order. "Get her!"
The man closest to Bing-Er sprang into action, attempting to seize her with his large hands.
Sky Origin Stage cultivators were no ordinary individuals. A blue glow radiated from him as he made a fervent grab for Bing-Er.
Incensed, Bing-Er exclaimed, "So you are telling me... when you do such a filthy and disgusting thing, you still have a conscience? Don't you feel guilty?"
"The world belongs to the strong! Strength is everything! Wealth and beauty, they all belong to the strongest!" The man in black retorted. "Girl, this is the world! This is the martial world! Get used to it!"
The black-clad man lunged at her, and Bing-Er, her fear overcome by anger, evaded his grasp. She was light on her feet. The man's hand closed on empty air, but he persisted in his pursuit.
The fight was brief, as the man in black came to realize that the girl was not to be underestimated. She was young but possessed remarkable power. Yet, her skills were no match for his Sky Origin Stage capabilities. He assumed that, despite her ability to evade a few of his strikes, she would not endure for long. Consequently, he relentlessly closed in.
The other black-clad men shared his belief, and they did not intervene, believing it would be ludicrous for more than one of them to contend with a girl no higher than Earth Origin Stage.
Bing-Er, witnessing the man's nearness, altered her tactics. This time, she did not move away; instead, she shouted and swung her sword, sending forth a radiant silver light.
As she executed this strike, her fear was overwhelmed by unadulterated hatred. She gritted her teeth and her face bore a frigid expression. A surge of violence surged within her, demanding release.
"Splendor Covers the World!" She named the strike as it unleashed.
Beneath the shimmering moonlight, Bing-Er's ethereal figure was clad in pristine white. She moved gracefully, her sword an extension of her being, a stream of brilliance that gleamed like the moon itself. In that moment, Bing-Er appeared as an ice fairy, descended from the lunar realm.
Her sword strike was both fierce and fatal, yet it possessed an uncanny beauty. It entranced those who beheld it, captivating and soul-shaking. The men arrayed against her were unable to perceive the peril it held. Instead, they were lost in the rapture of its sheer beauty, unable to extricate themselves.
In an instant, the silver radiance enveloped the black-clad man, completely submerging him in its splendor.
The sword's light was chilling, its aura a howling tempest. The spectacle was a breathtaking marvel. Beautiful, wondrous.
It was a strike of unparalleled might, one that had never before graced this world.
Witnessing the attack, the man was consumed by shock and terror. He cried out, attempting to retreat, but it was too late. Lacerations from the sword appeared on his body, rending his garments to tatters and rendering him as disheveled as a beggar.
All present were rendered stupefied.
Never could they have fathomed that such a seemingly delicate and fragile young woman was capable of such ruthless combat. She showed no quarter, only the intent to kill.
The man who suffered the blows was the fifth among the eight, and that single strike could have reduced him to a macabre mosaic had she possessed more power.
Bing-Er was at the fourth stage of the Earth Origin Stage, while her adversary was a Sky Origin Stage cultivator. The difference was immense, and her formidable sword technique, magnificent as it was, should not have yielded such an outcome. Nonetheless, the man was grievously wounded.
"The girl is astonishing! Her swordsmanship is unparalleled!" the injured fifth brother exclaimed.
"You're defeated by a young girl, yet you're still audacious enough to shout! Cease this shameless prattle!" The leader's satisfaction was evidently waning. "In this endless night, martial world decorum holds no sway. Act quickly, all of you! Seize her!"
With the directive in place, three additional men surged towards Bing-Er simultaneously.
Their combined assault bore down upon her.
These black-clad men understood that Bing-Er's cultivation was relatively low, a mere Earth Origin Stage. Her swordsmanship was truly remarkable, but it was difficult to overcome such numerical odds. Given enough time, they would inevitably capture her. Were it not for her sword's extraordinary sharpness, the fifth brother would have escaped unscathed.
Nevertheless, Bing-Er's determination remained unwavering. She pressed on, her lips sealed, her sword a whirlwind of rapid strikes – Clang… –
In the midst of the relentless storm of attacks, she remained steadfast.
[I belong to Master! You won't take me from him!]
[Anyone who attempts to separate me from my Master is consigning me to oblivion.]
[I would willingly sacrifice my life to protect him!]