Chapter 3: The Useless Demoness (10)
Under the dimly lit moon and the sparse stars, a striking red figure stood like a solitary peak on a bl**d-soaked roof.
Surrounded by a group of black-clad men stained with bl**d, none dared to make a move, as if Lin Nan was a celestial being who had fallen from the sky, utterly unapproachable.
In the muted moonlight, a strong wind swept by, making her wide sleeves flutter gracefully.
At that moment, Lin Nan resembled a magnificent red butterfly flapping her colossal wings, breathtakingly beautiful, leaving onlookers momentarily breathless.
Just as everyone was captivated by her unparalleled grace,
the black-clad man standing behind Lin Nan, Zhao Da, suddenly darted forward, attempting to ambush her from behind with an unmatched swiftness.
The blade in his hand gleamed brightly under the starlight, seemingly ready to pierce through her heart and savor the sweet nectar of her bl**d.
Trissa, muzzled by the black-clad man’s hand, noticed the assassin’s movement behind the Great King. She frantically tried to shout, “Mmm! Mmm! Mmm!” but the grip kept her voice to herself.
Just as the assassin’s blade was about to pierce, Lin Nan, annoyed by the wind messing up her hair, casually turned in the direction of the breeze…
“Pffft…”
The suddenly redirected sword miraculously impaled Zhao Da’s heart.
At the same time, the assassin’s blade was a mere half-inch from her delicate waist.
Lin Nan, “……”
What on earth is happening here?
Is this guy actually trying to do something funny to her?
And then she just casually thwarted it at the last second?
But to everyone else, the swordplay and awareness of the village chief were nothing short of miraculous, leaving them in awe.
Especially the remaining four black-clad men on the rooftop, whose hearts were churning like stormy seas, instinctively stepping back a step.
They had planned a stealthy infiltration from the cliffs on the other side while the stronghold was busy with feasting and weddings, aiming to catch Lin Nan off guard.
Their target? None other than Lin Nan herself.
However, to avoid raising alarms, they initially intended to wait until the village chief and her suave companion were utterly exhausted before applying their clever little plan.
But suddenly, after a rather passionate entanglement in the bridal chamber, everything went quiet.
Just as the head of the black-clad men signaled his team to assess the situation,
a sword beam shot up like a rainbow from below, and before they could react, the head was literally split in two, his eyes bulging as if he couldn’t comprehend his own demise.
Everyone was left utterly shocked.
They hadn’t expected that before their operation even officially began, their leader would meet such an untimely end.
In most cases, in a group of misfits, everyone would’ve scattered like startled birds.
But the bl**d Cloak Building was no ordinary faction; it was a notorious assassin organization well-known in the martial world for getting paid to do the dirty work.
Even with their leader gone, the remaining members, bound by harsh clan rules, still wanted to try to fight back and accomplish their mission.
Zhao Da, positioned just below the leader in terms of strength, automatically assumed command.
He incessantly signaled to the other four on the rooftop, urging them to distract Lin Nan while he set up his sneak attack from behind.
The contract only specified they needed her alive; what happened a few days later wasn’t their concern.
The bl**d Cloak Building was especially skilled in silent ambushes,
and in Zhao Da’s current position, even if facing a renowned martial artist, he was confident he could carve his way to her heart.
The other four also brimmed with confidence, much like they believed the bl**d Cloak Building never strikes out.
Yet an ominous turn of events occurred,
Zhao Da’s timing, force, and finesse in the attack were all textbook examples of stealth attacks from the bl**d Cloak Building.
However, just as he was about to succeed, the target effortlessly sidestepped, evading the blade while launching a counterattack in one fluid motion.
With a dazzling angle of the sword, Zhao Da might as well have rushed into the attack himself, with nowhere to dodge.
But this bout distinguished the skill levels between Lin Nan and Zhao Da quite clearly.
Especially in a life-and-d*ath battle, even the tiniest gap could yield drastically different results.
Zhao Da’s blade was merely half an inch from her skin, whereas Lin Nan’s sword cleanly pierced Zhao Da’s heart.
This extraordinary duel between top-tier experts, with lives on the line,
left not only members of the bl**d Cloak Building frozen in shock but also had Trissa and the others spellbound, unable to contain their desire to cheer for their chief.
【Cold Value from bl**d Cloak’s Wang Ermazi +250】
【Cold Value from bl**d Cloak’s Zhang San +251】
【Cold Value from bl**d Cloak’s Li Si +252】
……
【Cold Value from Saintess Trissa +218】
……
【Your current Cold Value total is 11,103 points.】
【Monthly Training has reached level 8, requiring 4,900 Cold Points.】
【Green Lodge Sword Technique has reached level 8, requiring 5,200 Cold Points.】
【Ding! Your Cold Value has decreased by 11,000 points, remaining 3 points.】
【You have advanced to Outer Door Disciple level 28 of the Demon Sect.】
Though a series of numbers scrolled through her vision again, Lin Nan felt both baffled and relieved.
Yet, she really had just casually killed someone; what if they all got furious and ganged up on her now? She could actually be in deep trouble!
But at that moment, they still hadn’t moved.
If the enemy didn’t move, neither would she. Whoever moved first was the fool.
Lin Nan held her sword askew, the blade pointing downward.
The residual bl**d dripped slowly from the blade into the pooled bl**d beneath her feet,
and to outsiders, the red splatters that decorated the ground harmonized beautifully with her bright red wedding dress. Meanwhile, her impeccably groomed face was the picture of perfection, an alluring glow weaving through her eyes—as if touched by bl**d.
In the face of her mesmerizing beauty and the recent demise of their leader, the four facing her found themselves frozen, fearful of moving a muscle lest the next unlucky victim be one of them.
Lin Nan coldly declared, “Release the hostage and leave this place quickly. Today is my wedding day, and I don’t want to make it a bloody affair.”
The black-clad men holding Trissa and the others immediately felt the air thicken, as if all the pressure of the situation rushed down upon them, weighing heavily on their hearts.
Lin Nan took a slow step forward, and as her toes grazed the bl**d-soaked ground, the vibrant red of her wedding dress seemed to be absorbing the bl**d, and its corners suddenly flared out like a bloodthirsty bird poised to take flight.
“I’ll count to five! If you don’t know your place, I won’t hesitate to let you all stay—just without your heads!”
“One, two, three…”
Just as she reached three, a whistle sounded from afar,
the black-clad men, as if released from a curse, dropped their hostage and vanished into the darkness in an instant.
Once certain that there were no enemies around, Lin Nan finally let out a huge sigh of relief.
