dognovel Chapter 779 Help is coming
Chapter 779 Help is coming
"Despicable villain, launching sneak attacks time and time again!" the man in black said angrily.
"Alright, we can't ambush you. You leave now and come in openly through the door." Lin Ping was also a little angry.
He simply couldn't understand how the other party, as an assassin, had the audacity to accuse him.
Enraged, the man in black gritted his teeth, lightly touched the ground with his toes, and dashed out like a gust of wind.
"Such speed!" Lin Ping was taken aback. If it weren't for the X-ray, he wouldn't have been able to see the other person's movements at all.
This further confirms Lin Ping's conjecture that the opponent's strength is above the fourth level.
Since the last battle at Lotus Palace, Lin Ping had never seen such a powerful expert, so he couldn't help but feel a little flustered.
Just as the opponent's short sword was about to pierce his chest, Lin Ping used all his skills to dodge, narrowly missing the blade.
"You were able to see through my attack?" The black-clad guard was somewhat surprised.
In his view, Lin Ping was only at the early stage of the fourth dan level, and should not be able to see through his moves, let alone dodge them smoothly.
"Now you're scared? You still have time to run away if you want to." Lin Ping took a few steps back and said coldly.
The two were vastly different in strength, and Lin Ping's only hope was hidden weapons. However, he had already used all his hidden weapons and mechanisms, but none of them had caused fatal damage to the enemy.
He wanted to buy time and let the poison on the man in black's shoulder continue to take effect.
Although he removed his skin and flesh to remove most of the toxins, some still seeped into his body.
In a battle between masters, the outcome often hinges on a single moment. If the man in black slows down even slightly, Lin Ping has a chance to win.
"You cunning brat, you actually dared to try and stall for time." The man in black sneered as he launched his attack.
As a professional assassin, the man in black understood human nature and naturally knew that Lin Ping was trying to buy time.
"Damn it!" Sensing the black-clad man's fierce attack, Lin Ping retreated repeatedly, eventually having no choice but to break through the window to escape.
"If I had known this guy was so troublesome, I should have planted landmines in the yard and blown him up!" Lin Ping cursed inwardly.
This is not his world after all; people come and go in the courtyard, and he cannot plant landmines in advance.
Regret solves nothing; it only distracts Lin Ping and makes him more passive.
This time, the man in black's short sword grazed Lin Ping's throat, and he truly felt its icy chill.
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Lin Ping gasped for breath, breaking out in a cold sweat.
As a renowned healer, he did indeed heal Meng Qingfan's wounds, but if his own throat were cut, he would have no choice but to wait for death.
"Stop!" Lin Ping shouted.
A life-or-death duel can be stopped? The man in black looked astonished, but finally decided to listen to his explanation.
The duck that's already in your mouth can't fly away; Lin Ping is that duck, even the king of ducks.
"I know you're not here for revenge. Tell me, how much silver did Fan Li give you? I'll give you double, no! Five times!" Lin Ping said urgently.
Knowing the black-clad man's usual behavior, he wouldn't have much time, so Lin Ping had to throw out all the useful information at once.
The man in black stood there, his eyes wide, clearly surprised.
Lin Ping not only guessed his purpose, but also knew the mastermind behind it all; he was lucky.
It's not hard to guess. As a professional assassin, he would definitely become cold and ruthless, and he would never avenge his fallen comrades.
Strictly speaking, only the sword in his hand is his companion.
As for the mastermind behind it all, Lin Ping could guess it with his eyes closed.
Fan Li was the Grand Secretary of the Cabinet, and there were many informants in Shuntian Prefecture. How could they not find out about him? Killing him was only reasonable.
Seeing the man in black's expression change, Lin Ping breathed a sigh of relief. "If five times isn't enough, I'll give you ten times, guaranteeing you a life of wealth and honor, and you'll never have to do this dangerous business again."
"If you walk by the river often, you're bound to get your shoes wet. Wash your hands of this 'golden basin' (a metaphor for cleansing oneself), and I'll provide the golden basin."
Lin Ping kept offering generous terms.
The man in black grinned slightly.
"Look, it's small now. Lay down the butcher's knife and make a fortune on the spot," Lin Ping said obsequiously.
"Perhaps you don't understand assassins at all."
After speaking, the man in black suddenly launched an attack, his cold sword blade piercing straight into Lin Ping's chest.
Lin Ping was dumbfounded. He hadn't expected the man in black to be so indifferent to money. Caught off guard, he was doomed.
"Scorching sun!"
At the critical moment, a blazing light descended from the sky, heading straight for the top of the man in black's head.
The streak of fire was incredibly fast; the man in black was too busy protecting himself to even attempt to assassinate Lin Ping.
Bang!
With a loud bang, the fire landed, revealing a tall, slender figure.
"Ji Shuibao of the Nightmare Palace's Azure Dragon Gate, do you think you can oppose my Crimson Sun Pavilion?" The newcomer's voice was as cold as frost, piercing straight to the heart of the man in black.
"You, you, you are Jiang Mo, the Swift Wind Swordsman?" the man in black asked tremblingly, clearly very familiar with the name.
"Black Dog? Is it really you?" Lin Ping was extremely excited, wishing he could kiss Jiang Mo's face a couple of times.
His timing was too perfect, as if he had guessed that he was in danger.
Jiang Mo disliked the nickname "Black Dog," glared at Lin Ping, then turned to the man in black and said, word by word, "I'll give you two choices: end your own life, or be killed by me."
Are these really two choices? They both sound like the same thing.
The man in black's legs were trembling slightly, but he forced himself to remain calm.
"Jiang Mo, don't be too smug. I, Ji Shuibao, am also known for my speed. Why don't we have a proper contest?" The man in black rallied.
Although the name "Swift Wind Gentleman" is well-known, his speed is also among the best in the Nightmare Palace. Moreover, Jiang Mo's strength is far inferior to his speed, so it is still uncertain who will win.
"That was a huge bluff." Lin Ping glanced at Jiang Mo, blaming him for not leaving the other party a way out.
In Lin Ping's view, Jiang Mo was only at the peak of the fourth stage, and was likely inferior to the man in black. He should know when to stop and not push the other party to the brink of death.
"Trying to outrun me?" Jiang Mo's lips curled into a contemptuous smile.
As they were talking, the man in black had already reached Jiang Mo, who could only awkwardly dodge.
It must be said that the two were incredibly fast, unlike a duel between four-dan players.
Lin Ping was somewhat confused by what he saw, but he deeply understood the principle of "use it or lose it".
If I hadn't neglected my cultivation these past few months, I wouldn't have been unable to even see the two people's movements clearly.
In the blink of an eye, the two had exchanged no less than ten rounds, with the man in black on the offensive and Jiang Mo at a disadvantage.
When the two stood up again, the man in black burst into laughter, "I never thought that the speed of the Swift Wind Gentleman was nothing more than this. From now on, this man will never be seen again in the martial world!"
"Black Dog, do you need any help?" Lin Ping asked anxiously.
They're in the same boat; if Jiang Mo falls, Lin Ping will also be killed.
"Since you want to see my true speed, I will grant your wish!" Jiang Mo slowly lifted his trouser leg, revealing a heavy suit of armor underneath.