Chapter 153: Frenzied Comprehension
Lin Luoluo charged forward, wielding her Soul Severing sword, and slashed down fiercely.
Clang—
Yao Biao instinctively raised his greatsword to block the attack, but the sheer force of the impact sent him staggering backward. His eyes widened in shock.
What immense power!
The force behind Lin Luoluo's strikes was far beyond what he had anticipated. His gaze was filled with disbelief.
Not pausing for a moment, Lin Luoluo continued her assault.
[Phantom Dance]!
As her source energy flowed into the blade, her figure multiplied into dozens of shadows, each one moving swiftly around Yao Biao. The sword lights flickered continuously before his eyes, leaving him barely able to keep up.
Yao Biao's expression shifted dramatically. The speed at which Lin Luoluo wielded her sword was too fast—he could hardly keep track of the countless sword strikes coming his way.
Clang, clang, clang—
He swung his greatsword desperately, trying to block the attacks, but Lin Luoluo's rapid strikes were too much. Despite his efforts, her sword managed to land blows on his shoulders and arms, sending waves of pain through his body.
"Help me! Kill her!" Yao Biao roared in desperation.
Another ninth-rank martial artist and four eighth-rank warriors from the Sky Tiger Mercenary Group rushed forward, brandishing their weapons.
[Eighth-Rank Martial Technique: Rain of Ice Spikes]!
Seeing them approach, Lin Luoluo quickly channeled her energy. Cold energy surged from within her, rapidly forming countless ice spikes in the air. With a flick of her hand, the spikes shot toward the approaching martial artists.
Their faces paled as they scrambled to defend themselves, hastily shifting from offense to defense as they shielded themselves from the incoming barrage of ice.
Taking advantage of this brief moment, Lin Luoluo focused her attention back on Yao Biao and lunged at him with renewed ferocity.
[Eighth-Rank Martial Technique: Water Dragon Strike]!
As she thrust her sword forward, the blade became infused with water energy, which quickly shaped itself into the form of a dragon.
"Get lost!!!" Yao Biao bellowed in panic, swinging his greatsword to meet her strike head-on. He hoped to overpower her with brute strength.
But he had failed to notice that his greatsword, which had already sustained numerous cracks during their battle, was on the verge of breaking.
Boom—
With a thunderous crash, the greatsword shattered in his hands. The water dragon pierced through the air and slammed into Yao Biao's chest.
Boom—
The overwhelming force of the strike blew a gaping hole through Yao Biao's chest. His eyes widened in disbelief.
He stared at Lin Luoluo, stunned that her martial technique had pierced his defenses so easily.
"You…" he gasped, his voice fading as he collapsed to the ground, eyes still wide open in shock.
Even in death, Yao Biao's expression remained frozen in disbelief, as though he couldn't comprehend how it had all happened.
[Killed Ninth-Rank Martial Artist. Evolution Points Gained: 9,000 points.]
[Absorbed Essence Blood from Ninth-Rank Martial Artist. Energy Gained: 9 points.]
[Absorbed Essence Blood from Ninth-Rank Martial Artist. Energy Gained: 9 points.]
...
The system notifications rang in succession as Ye Fan observed the situation.
"A ninth-rank martial artist is no longer a challenge for Lin Luoluo," Ye Fan remarked to himself. "Judging by her current state, she's on the verge of breaking through to the ninth rank herself!"
Her cultivation speed was nothing short of astonishing.
"The leader... is dead!?" one of the eighth-rank warriors stammered, his voice shaking as he stared at Yao Biao's lifeless body.
Fear spread through the remaining martial artists as they saw their leader lying dead on the ground.
"Kill her! She must be on her last legs!" the remaining ninth-rank martial artist shouted, trying to rally his companions. He wielded a massive battle-axe and charged at Lin Luoluo with full force.
At the same moment, Lin Luoluo dashed forward to meet him head-on.
Clang—
With one powerful slash, Lin Luoluo's Soul Severing sword cleaved the battle-axe in two.
Before the man could react, Lin Luoluo unleashed [Phantom Dance] once more, her sword moving so quickly that his body was sliced apart in seconds.
[Killed Ninth-Rank Martial Artist. Evolution Points Gained: 9,000 points.]
[Absorbed Essence Blood from Ninth-Rank Martial Artist. Energy Gained: 9 points.]
[Absorbed Essence Blood from Ninth-Rank Martial Artist. Energy Gained: 9 points.]
...
As the system notifications filled her mind, Lin Luoluo's Soul Severing sword began absorbing the blood from the fallen warrior, its hunger for power evident.
"The sword… there's something strange about it…" The group of martial artists who had come with Shang Pei were watching from a distance. Their faces were pale as they saw the sword siphon blood from the corpses.
The remaining eighth-rank warriors from the Sky Tiger Mercenary Group were trembling with fear.
Too powerful. Too terrifying!
Ninth-rank martial artists, who were supposed to be near-invincible, had been cut down in an instant by this masked woman.
With a swift motion, Lin Luoluo swung her sword once more, unleashing a wave of white fire. The flames surged toward the remaining eighth-rank warriors, their speed leaving them no time to react.
[Killed Eighth-Rank Martial Artist. Evolution Points Gained: 8,000 points.]
[Killed Eighth-Rank Martial Artist. Evolution Points Gained: 8,000 points.]
...
[Absorbed Essence Blood from Eighth-Rank Martial Artist. Energy Gained: 8 points.]
[Absorbed Essence Blood from Eighth-Rank Martial Artist. Energy Gained: 8 points.]
...
As the white flames consumed the eighth-rank warriors, one of the ninth-rank warriors who had lost his arm earlier had already fled in terror, escaping before Lin Luoluo could finish him off.
Lin Luoluo glanced around, realizing that the wounded man was no longer present. She decided not to pursue him and turned her attention back to the murals on the walls.
She had just comprehended an incredibly powerful cultivation technique from the murals, but there were still other techniques—martial skills, movement techniques—that could be gleaned from the remaining depictions.
Not wanting to waste any more time, Lin Luoluo focused on the murals again, quickly entering another state of deep comprehension.
"She's... comprehending again," one of the martial artists murmured in disbelief.
Golden halos of energy radiated from the murals, flowing toward Lin Luoluo as she absorbed their ancient knowledge.
This time, she comprehended a movement technique—Ethereal Step.
True to its name, the technique would allow her to move with a grace that rendered her elusive, her steps as light as mist.
Opening her eyes, Lin Luoluo's gaze swept across the other murals.
"She's comprehended another one… again!" one of the martial artists gasped in shock. Lin Luoluo had only glanced at the murals for a short time, yet she was repeatedly entering states of enlightenment.
The other martial artists felt utterly defeated. They had been here for so long, yet hadn't comprehended anything.
But Lin Luoluo was gleaning one insight after another.
Jealousy, envy, and frustration filled their hearts. Several of them began to consider drastic actions, contemplating whether to interrupt her enlightenment to prevent her from gaining even more power.