Rin’s Dance

"First Level of Tempest."

If the inheritor has 1 - 1000 drops of Tempest Blood in their body, they qualified First Level of Tempest.

The primary ability of tempest blood is 'Ignition'. Through burning it, a cultivator can release tremendous amount of strength far surpassing his level. Thought it sounded appealing, it wasn't all — this ability was without any side-effects.

Since the knowledge was directly imparted to his brain as a form of memory, he didn't need to comprehend it. He already knew how to use this ability instinctively.

"Boy what did you do just now." Xin Long ecstatic mind calmed down remembering his situation.

Tilting, his face regained a vicious look. Though he didn't know how powerful he will get after using Ignition, he had a feeling — he could handle them.

"Why don't you come here and figure out."

"Humph! Don't be so arrogant, just now your opponent dies because he was careless, do you really you could win against us?" Snorting in disdain, they both adopted their stance, preparing to fight.

Not bothering to reply to them, Xin Long concentrated. With a will of intension, the drop of blood in his stream started burning. Instantly, his senses sharpened. He could feel everything in his vicinity, his strength rapidly increasing, especially in his right arm where the blood was originally at.

Noticing the cut in left hand has stopped bleeding, he concluded it may have some healing properties too. Gripping his dagger tightly, he felt confident at the overwhelming power welling up from inside.

Stepping on ground, he dashed towards one of the opponents.

The opposition in reflex dodged the weave of dagger. Regaining his footing, Xin Long dragged his dagger down, trying to stab opponent before he got chance to move away. Surprised at Xin Long sudden improvisation compare to last fight, opponent wasn't able to move away, so he quickly put his sword in the way. To his dismay, Xin Long dagger was no ordinary one.

"Crack!!"

With a crackling sound, his sword broke in pieces. The dagger continued on, severing a chunk of his head. Blood and white brain matter splattered on Xin Long's hand but he was too busy dodging the upcoming attack from other to notice that.

Xin Long sprinted forward quickly trying to get away before opponent sword slashes his back.

"Rip!"

Even with such efforts he wasn't able to completely back away. Feeling the piercing pain running on his back, he hissed.

"Bastard, I will kill you!" The other one was enraged, not caring about his defence, he steered forward aiming for Xin Long's neck. In response, Xin Long stayed his ground. As soon as the sword was about to make contact with his neck, he spun. With his left hand, he hacked at opponents wrists.

"Clang."

Summersaulting couple times in air, sword embedded in a building nearby. As the opponent moved to get the sword back, a stab to his neck abruptly ended his short walk, furthermore ending his life.

"Huff...huff!"

Knowing everything is over, Xin Long laid down on ground, gasping for breadth, the overwhelming strength slowly leaving him. The Tempest Blood disappeared from his stream of blood.

In the battle between Body Refinement Realm cultivators, Qi didn't mattered much, what makes the difference is physical strength, speed and technique. His lack of techniques were compensated by his strength and speed, allowing him to survive this ordeal.

The metallic taste of opponent's blood still remained in his mouth. Looking towards his hands which looked like epitome of grotesque, he wasn't able to hold on.

"Aak..."

After vomiting for couple of minutes, he finally regained his bearing. He moved away, avoiding the smell.

Now with clear mind, he looked around. It was a mess!

With a wave of hand, he stored them to inventory. It was nice that a particular type of object will take only one space, no matter how many you store. So even after storing all human dries up corpses, it only took one inventory space. He didn't want to leave any evidence of the ability he used.

A thought entered his mind and red miasma again surrounded two assassins body, same procedure followed. This time though, no blood formed. Looks like it needs to suck a certain amount of 'liquid' to create Tempest Blood.

As soon as he stored two remaining corpses, a flying sword suddenly stabbed his stomach from behind.

"Wha?"

Because he was too careless, he wasn't able to feel the incoming attack.

Turning around to the sound of footsteps, what he saw made him contract his pupil marginally.

Five men and women! Heavily Armed, they didn't bother hiding their faces. Their arrogant faces reminded him of someone he met today.

"Chu Cuifen?" He spoke with difficulty.

"Ooh! Looks like you do have some brains. Haha" The one who spoke was a middle aged woman in front. Her grinning face examined him, looking at him like prey.

"What is this? You are already heavily injured? You sure aren't lucky today."

What Coincidence! What Synchrony! Both siblings had to send their forces after him simultaneously. A flying sword was a sign of Peak-Stage Meridian Opening Realm Cultivator. Him, who was not even at Mid-Stage Body Refinements Realm, and was exhausted beyond belief stood no chance against them.

As strength left him slowly, he body kneeled down unconsciously. Seeing the amount of blood flowing out of his stomach and excruciating pain all over him, he thought, will he die again? without accomplishing anything?

Suddenly a stupid thought entered his mind out of nowhere. He wondered if like those transmigrators, will he encounter some miracle?

"Kacha!!"

Unfortunately, his fantasy vanished as soon as it came, as reality pierced another sword in his stomach, again!

This was bad! His eyes were slowly turning blurry, he already couldn't hear anything — He was barely conscious.

Figures started flashing his eyes, anger churned his insides. Why wasn't he more careful? Even though it felt like he was serious, in reality, he felt like he was one of those protagonist with plot armours. He wasn't serious enough! The reason for him incoming death is not Chi Cuifen Or Chu LiuXiang, it was he — himself.

But he has no way to redeem himself. The death was imminent!

As he was about to finally give up, a sudden scream made him snap his eyes open.

"Rin.."

It was Rin. She came to his side, quickly feeding him some liquid.

He looked towards her with complex eyes. Her face was cold, coldest he has ever seen since his arrival. She didn't said anything, leaving him on ground, she walked towards startled group.

"Rin..it's Rin. Run!" Not even remotely interested to face Rin, the middle aged women was the first to turn around and trying fleeing.

Xin Long eyes were opening and closing from exhaustion, his bleeding stopped. Watching Rin slaughter everyone with her rapier, he thought.

'Come to think if it, from the very start, I never took a good look at this woman named Rin. Being in the presence of Xin Ning may have diminished her own light but now, her dance as she punctured holes after holes on attackers body, she looked mesmerising. Her long black hair today wasn't tied in a ponytail, it freely waved along with her, creating a beautiful scenery. If I was not in my own puddle of blood, I might have gone to flirt with her.'

Xin Long wasn't able to completely witness what happened but his last bit of memory was seeing all those ten people having hundreds of small holes all over their body!