Chapter 98: The Ultimate Secret of the Qinggang Sword—The Deadly Strike Against the Great Han Sword Saint
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As soon as Cao Peng arrived on the small island in the middle of the lake, he sensed a chilling aura of darkness. He moved cautiously, dodging left and right as he made his way toward the center. When he noticed someone ahead, he concealed himself beneath an ancient tree, its branches stretching toward the sky.
In front of him sat a swordsman clad in a black robe. Cao Peng intended to observe further, but the swordsman suddenly called out, “Cao Peng, since you’ve come, there’s no need to hide. Come out!”
It was clear that he had already been discovered. Cao Peng remained hidden for the moment, wanting to assess the situation. Though his combat prowess was high, he could not afford to be careless and risk his life.
The black-robed swordsman lost patience and abruptly drew the long sword lying on the ground, hurling it toward Cao Peng’s direction. Hearing the sharp whistle of the blade cutting through the air, Cao Peng had no choice but to evade immediately. The sword pierced clean through the place where he had just been hiding.
“Heh heh, you really did come. I was worried you wouldn’t find me!” The swordsman strode forward step by step, eyes fixed on Cao Peng like a hunter stalking prey.
Cao Peng searched his memory swiftly, trying to recall when he might have offended this man. He was certain he had never met him before. Yet from the man’s black robe and godlike swordsmanship, Cao Peng had a growing suspicion.
“Could you be the swordmaster of Liu Xie and Cao Pi?”
The swordsman halted, gazing at Cao Peng with a look of approval.
“That’s right!”
The black-robed swordsman was Wang Yue, a renowned wandering knight regarded as the crown jewel among the ministers. Days earlier, he had traveled to Xutian to assassinate Cao Cao. Before he could act, Cao Peng had already subdued Zhong Ji and the others. When Wang Yue infiltrated Xutian, a woman struck first, plunging the scene into chaos. His assassination mission failed embarrassingly before it even began. Returning to the city to report, he discovered that Cao Peng had slain most of the ministers.
Wang Yue could have chosen to leave, but he did not. He believed his existence was tied to the Han imperial family. Even serving as a swordmaster to Cao Pi was merely a facade. Having lost the Han dynasty he once pledged loyalty to, Wang Yue’s purpose now was to destroy Cao Peng and drag him down to hell.
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All hope for the Han imperial family was extinguished by Cao Peng.
Unaware of the turmoil in Wang Yue’s heart, Cao Peng asked bluntly, “Where is Diao Chan?”
Upon hearing this, Wang Yue laughed and pointed to a stone cave behind him.
“Let me see if Diao Chan is still alive,” Cao Peng said.
Wang Yue initially wanted to retort, “Why should I listen to you?” but reconsidered. If he could humiliate Cao Peng by defeating him in front of the woman he cared for, it might bring him a different sense of satisfaction.
So he stepped aside and said, “Go in and see for yourself.”
Cao Peng frowned, noticing the lecherous smile curling at the corner of Wang Yue’s mouth. He feared that the man might have harmed Diao Chan and proceeded cautiously into the cave, remaining fully alert as they brushed past each other. Wang Yue’s martial prowess was not to be underestimated.
Inside the cave, Cao Peng found Diao Chan lying there. Checking her breathing, he confirmed she was merely unconscious, not seriously harmed. Her clothes were intact, showing no signs of struggle.
Since Diao Chan was unharmed, it seemed best to leave her there and face Wang Yue alone.
It appeared Wang Yue had no interest in women. Still, Cao Peng hesitated and asked, “You didn’t do anything to her?”
Wang Yue was confused — what was he supposed to have done? What exactly was Cao Peng implying?
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Draw your sword; let me see what you’ve got!” Cao Peng said.
Relieved that Wang Yue showed no concern for Diao Chan, Cao Peng felt more at ease.
“This is a life-or-death duel between us. If you win, you can take her. If you lose, I will bind you first, then torture the woman you love to death before killing you!” Wang Yue said excitedly, even licking his lips with a disturbing grin.
Cao Peng broke out in a cold sweat. This man was undeniably a twisted lunatic. It seemed he hated him with a burning passion; otherwise, how could he conceive such a cruel plan?
But Cao Peng was no expert in swordsmanship.
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The martial art Cao Peng inherited from the system was the Divine Demon Peerless Halberd Technique, a cavalry skill ill-suited for flat ground like this.
His only advantage now was the physique altered by two amber body-refining golden pills.
Moreover, in the realm of swordsmanship, the black-robed man before him was likely the greatest swordsman alive.
If that was the case...
Cao Peng curled his lips and feigned disdain. “You think you’re worthy to duel me? I won’t even draw my sword for your first move!”
Seeing Cao Peng’s contemptuous attitude, Wang Yue sneered inwardly, treating him like a naive fool. Clearly, many in the world did not know the legend of the Sword Saint.
His empty-handed disarm technique had once astonished the entire court, leaving even military commanders humbled.
Why should a mere junior like Cao Peng boast so loudly here?
“Kid, if you want to die, don’t blame me!” Wang Yue vowed silently. He was determined not to let this brat die easily.
No, he would humiliate him, so he’d understand the price of mockery.
Delighted that he had enraged his opponent, Cao Peng smiled inwardly.
Making Wang Yue underestimate him was the only chance he had to strike him down in one blow.
Wang Yue’s eyes suddenly sharpened, a murderous aura enveloping Cao Peng. He believed no one knew the sword better than he did.
If he were defeated in swordsmanship by Cao Peng, he would deserve death.
So when Cao Peng assumed a stance ready to fight, Wang Yue was thrilled.
He laughed wildly and arrogantly.
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