inspire-indiana Chapter 20 You Retreat First
Chapter 20 You Retreat First
Zhang Ping cursed under his breath and spat out blood.
The rusty taste filled my mouth, my back burned, and my whole body felt like it was falling apart.
But now is not the time to worry about that.
He watched as the wild boar turned around.
The knife wound on the wild boar's ribs was still bleeding, and black blood was flowing down its bristles. Its blood-red eyes showed no sign of retreat; instead, the pain made it even more frenzied.
Its forehooves pawed at the ground, sending stones flying, and the white breath it exhaled from its nostrils grew increasingly heavy.
He was enraged.
Zhang Ping gripped the broadsword tightly, a fierce glint in his eyes.
Although I really didn't want to use that supernatural power, since using it would leave me exhausted and weak, and I wouldn't even be able to stand up. In this place full of demons, that would be practically suicide.
But he doesn't have any better options now.
No need, I'll die right away.
If I use it, I might live a little longer.
This multiple-choice question is not difficult.
He displayed his supernatural powers.
Zhang Ping took a deep breath, and a surge of hot blood energy rushed out of his body, flowing wildly along his meridians like a flood bursting its banks, converging towards the hand holding the knife.
Blood and energy were continuously flowing into the broadsword.
His hands began to tremble, as if he couldn't hold the knife.
But actually, it was the broadsword that was making the buzzing sound.
A large amount of blood energy covered it, making the broadsword glow with a dark red light, as if it had been heated red.
Meanwhile, Zhang Ping's blood volume is decreasing.
The numbers on the panel weren't dwindling slowly, but rather dropping in segments.
7910…6914…5231…4983…3571…………
Meanwhile, at the same time, in the hidden cave chamber of Shili Slope...
The black mirror, taller than an adult, stood there quietly.
Zhang Ping stood in front of the mirror, staring intently at the surface, motionless.
Heng Ziyang leaned against the stone table, arms crossed, watching Zhang Ping's back with a bored expression.
Guo Jie stood on the other side, still with that cold expression.
A stick of incense was lit on the stone table.
The incense is specially made, thicker than ordinary incense, and burns extremely slowly.
The fire started burning when Zhang Ping entered Black Mirror, and now it's already halfway burned.
Suddenly, Zhang Ping's body, which had been standing still, seemed to sway for a moment.
It wasn't a large sway, just a slight movement, like being pushed by something.
The amplitude is very small.
But Heng Ziyang and Guo Jie both saw it.
Both of them turned their gazes toward him at the same time.
Guo Jie's expressionless face showed a slight smirk at the corner of his mouth, as if he had confirmed something.
He looked at the incense stick on the table; the tip of the incense was flickering, and there was less than half an inch left of the half-stick.
Guo Jie spoke, his voice still cold, "It seems he won't last even half an incense stick's time."
"I won this bet."
Upon hearing this, Heng Ziyang said dejectedly, "We've made bets fifty-six times, and you've never won against me. It seems you're going to miscalculate this time."
When the amount of death and damage suffered in the Black Mirror illusion accumulates to the point that a person can no longer endure it, the Black Mirror will eject that person directly.
The longer one persists in the Black Mirror, or the more demons one kills, the higher one's potential is.
Those who can persist for half an incense stick's time can be considered to have barely joined the Pure Heaven Sect.
Battlefield in the Mirror.
Zhang Ping has gathered all his strength.
Your health drops to 1, but the effect of burning 7,000 health points is real.
The blood aura clinging to the blade solidified into a tangible form, as if coating the blade with a layer of flowing magma.
Zhang Ping could feel the power contained in that strike.
That wasn't the power of the Body Tempering Realm, or even the power of the peak Body Tempering Realm, but... the Blood Boiling Realm.
It is the strongest strike that consumes and condenses blood energy.
Just then, the pig demon charged over again.
This time it learned its lesson and didn't charge in a straight line. Instead, it ran left and right, trying to make it impossible for Zhang Ping to predict its attack route.
But it didn't work.
His eyes were fixed on its trajectory, and Zhang Ping's mind was completely blank except for the distance, speed, and direction of the wild boar.
After all, this was a knife he had risked his life for.
Three zhang (approximately 10 meters).
Two zhang (approximately 6.6 meters).
One zhang (approximately 3.3 meters).
The boar demon suddenly changed direction and pounced from the right, its tusks sweeping across, aiming at the arm holding the knife.
At the same time, Zhang Ping also made a move.
Instead of dodging, he swung his sword directly at the direction of the fangs.
Where the blade flashed, the air was torn apart, emitting a sharp, piercing whistle.
A dark red blade of light detached from the blade, like a crescent moon, and sliced directly across the pig demon's body.
The pig demon's momentum didn't stop, but it immediately split in two and slid past Zhang Ping.
The internal organs and blood seemed to react as soon as the body hit the ground, exploding everywhere.
Zhang Ping stood still, maintaining his sword-wielding posture, his chest heaving violently.
The crisis has been temporarily resolved.
He gasped for breath, his gaze sweeping around. Apart from the pig demon, no other demons seemed to be paying attention to them.
But Zhang Ping knew in his heart that this was only temporary.
He was already in the very center of the demon's lair, surrounded by demons on all sides.
By the time those demons realize what's happening, he'll be submerged and left with nothing.
But one thing suddenly stunned him.
The imagined feeling of weakness didn't seem to come.
Based on previous understanding of supernatural powers, after consuming blood to launch an attack, the body will fall into extreme weakness, with limbs going weak, dizziness, and even the inability to stand steadily.
But right now, he's just normally tired, and his fatigue is well within an acceptable range.
There was no exhaustion, no physical exhaustion.
Zhang Ping's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately brought up the system panel.
HP: 7910/7910
Realm: Body Tempering Realm (Seventh Level)
Martial Arts: Iron-Cutting Saber Technique (Proficiency: Mastery)
Supernatural Power: Don't run away, let me take a hit!
Superpower: Damn it, I'll fucking kill you!
Why isn't my health increasing?
He stared at the fallen pig demon's corpse, puzzled.
I gained health points after killing Hei Sha and Li Changzai, but why didn't I gain any health points after killing this pig demon?
And just now I clearly reduced my health to 1 point, but why does my health not decrease at all when I look at the panel?
A series of questions arose, giving him a real headache.
Suddenly, another loud bang came from the sky.
Zhang Ping looked up and saw the black snake raise its head and hiss, its huge mouth open, from which a dazzling blue light gathered.
The ball of blue light was compressed wildly, and the surrounding air was sucked in, forming a vortex.
Then, it unleashed a burst of blue light.
A beam of light, over ten feet thick, poured down from the black snake's mouth, melting rocks and carving a deep, scorched trench in the ground as it passed, heading straight towards the man.
Even from hundreds of feet away, Zhang Ping felt as if he were standing next to a furnace.
But the burly man neither dodged nor avoided the beam of light, and threw a punch right in front of it.
The moment the fist collided with the beam of light, time seemed to stand still for a split second.
Then, the beam of light shattered.
Like glass, it began to crack from the middle, the cracks spreading across the entire surface of the pillar of light, before shattering with a roar, turning into countless blue light spots that dissipated into the air.
Smoke was rising from the man's fist, and the skin at his knuckles was scorched black, but he didn't even flinch.
This left Zhang Ping speechless.
That guy is inhuman.
He withstood the beast's breath head-on, shattering it with a single punch, without even taking a step back.
Just then, the man's voice came from above.
"You should leave this area first, and I will kill this demon."
This was clearly meant for Zhang Ping, but Zhang Ping was stunned!
Evacuate?
How to evacuate?
This is a demon's lair!