noffsinger Chapter 51 Zhao Qing's Death
Chapter 51 Zhao Qing's Death
Chu Ci never expected that this extremely despicable guy in front of her was actually a master who was on par with her.
Meanwhile, Zhao Qing was even more surprised. She had thought Chu Ci was just an ordinary hunter with some skills, but she hadn't expected his martial arts to be so superb, even on par with hers.
After this encounter, both of them gained a deeper understanding of each other.
Without hesitation, Chu Ci swiftly drew the long sword from his waist, his eyes sharp and his expression vigilant, ready to strike at any moment.
Zhao Qing was equally unyielding, decisively discarding the dagger in his hand and taking out a real broadsword from behind his back.
Under the sunlight, the two knives gleamed with a chilling light, sending shivers down one's spine.
Chu Ci's figure flashed, like a ghost, and he launched the first attack.
She was incredibly fast, rushing towards Zhao Qing in the blink of an eye, her movements so swift they were astonishing.
Zhao Qing reacted quickly, blocking the attack with his sword, just a second before the blade pierced his throat.
The scene was so breathtaking that Zhao Qing couldn't help but throw his head back and laugh out loud: "You've come at the perfect time!"
Chu Ci narrowed his eyes and frowned slightly. This guy was troublesome.
In the blink of an eye, the two quickly engaged in a thrilling swordsmanship duel.
The blades flashed, and they fought back and forth, neither giving an inch.
They were all warriors who were good at taking the initiative, aiming their every strike at the opponent's vital points without any mercy.
As the battle continued, Zhao Qing became increasingly excited, his attacks becoming more and more ferocious, seemingly falling into a state of frenzy.
However, Chu Ci was not afraid; even at the cost of losing eight hundred of its own, it would still inflict a thousand wounds on the enemy.
Both of them acted like madwomen, completely disregarding their own safety and throwing themselves wholeheartedly into this life-or-death struggle.
Meanwhile, Shi An was still hanging high on the roof beam, unable to break free of his restraints.
He could only anxiously watch the intense scene unfolding outside the small window.
As he watched Chu Ci's body accumulate new wounds, and the blood gradually stained his clothes, his heart was pounding in his chest. He didn't even dare to breathe too deeply, for fear of disturbing Chu Ci's fighting rhythm.
"My wife will definitely win," Shi An prayed silently in her heart.
Sunlight shone through the clouds and fell on Chu Ci, illuminating her cold face and resolute eyes.
She stood there quietly, like an unshakeable mountain.
Despite the blood flowing from the wound on her arm, staining her clothes red, she did not back down an inch.
Because she knew that if she lost, Shi An would not survive either.
Since there's no way out, what's there to be afraid of?
Zhao Qing brandished his knife and attacked Chu Ci like a whirlwind.
Her swordsmanship was incredibly ruthless, and her attacks were extremely cunning, each strike carrying a deadly threat.
However, Chu Ci remained calm and composed, his swordsmanship flowing naturally and unpredictably, making it difficult for anyone to grasp.
It appears simple and unremarkable, but it contains countless deadly traps.
As the battle continued, Zhao Qing's attacks became increasingly fierce, her blade flashing as fast as lightning.
But Chu Ci remained calm throughout, skillfully avoiding Zhao Qing's every attack and launching a counterattack at the right moment.
Her swordsmanship was like the Yangtze River, flowing continuously, and her inner strength was astonishingly profound.
Chu Ci didn't want to drag it out any longer. A resolute glint flashed in his eyes. He took a deep breath and unleashed a deadly move.
In a flash, she appeared behind Zhao Qing, and with lightning speed, she thrust her knife towards Zhao Qing's back.
This attack was extremely fast, almost too fast for an ordinary swordsman to react to, but unfortunately, Zhao Qing was no ordinary person.
She quickly turned around and used the knife in her hand to block Chu Ci's attack.
Their eyes met, and they could both feel the intense, almost viscous killing intent in each other's eyes.
Chu Ci and Zhao Qing continued their fight, their blades clashing repeatedly, even sparking a few drops of sparks.
Time passed second by second, yet Chu Ci was never killed by Zhao Qing.
Zhao Qing began to grow restless and agitated. Her attacks became increasingly fierce and ruthless, like a cold, venomous snake, exuding an aura of bloodlust and madness.
Chu Ci had no choice but to defend herself against Zhao Qing's offensive, which caused her attack rhythm to be slightly disrupted for a moment.
But she quickly readjusted herself.
The two figures clashed like lightning, their swords flashing incessantly.
At this moment, Zhao Qing's eyes were bloodshot, and she only had Chu Ci in her eyes. She was determined to take Chu Ci's life.
After a fierce clash, Zhao Qing seized the opportunity and stabbed Chu Ci in the left shoulder with a knife.
Chu Ci controlled her body and endured the pain. The excruciating pain made her face turn pale, but she did not back down. Instead, she gritted her teeth, endured the pain, and resolutely took a step forward, while forcefully swinging the knife in her hand.
Zhao Qing immediately realized Chu Ci's intention and tried to abandon his sword and retreat, but it was too late.
Chu Ci's knife landed precisely on Zhao Qing's neck, severing her throat and instantly decapitating her.
The round head rolled to the ground and spun around a few times before coming to a stop.
Zhao Qing's twisted face was forever frozen in the moment before her death; her eyes were wide open, filled with resentment and bitterness, she died with her eyes wide open...
Chu Ci stared at Zhao Qing's corpse lying on the ground, her eyes cold and calm.
She slowly exhaled, her face expressionless, her whole being like a cold, sharp blade.
A few seconds later, Chu Ci gently pulled out the long knife stuck in his shoulder. Blood dripped down the knife as if it would never stop flowing.
She skillfully sealed the surrounding acupoints to ensure her wound stopped bleeding.
Then, he turned and slowly walked towards the bedroom, each step feeling exceptionally heavy, leaving only Zhao Qing's body to gradually cool in the sunlight.
Shi An looked at Chu Ci, who was covered in blood, and was no longer able to think.
When Zhao Qing's long sword pierced Chu Ci's shoulder, he felt as if he had been hit on the head with a club, so frightened that he couldn't even shed a tear.
"Wife..." Shi An's voice was choked with sobs, barely audible. His body trembled uncontrollably, and tears blurred his vision.
He tried to reach out and touch Chu Ci, but his hands had lost all feeling due to being bound for so long.
Shi An could only strain to make her voice as clear as possible: "My lady, are you alright...?"
Chu Ci revealed a faint smile, cut the rope binding Shi An's hands with one stroke, and then cut the rope binding Shi An's feet with another stroke.
Due to prolonged binding and whipping, Shi An's legs had long since lost their strength.
When he was put down, his body fell directly into Chu Ci's arms, and the two of them fell to the ground together.