CHAPTER 132: CHAPTER 133: PLEASE GO DIE (3000 WORDS!!)

The two swordsmen felt a sudden shock in their hearts, their bodies stiffened momentarily, and by the time they realized it, the power in their wielding of the longsword had diminished drastically.

This deadly mistake made the indifferent swordsman lose his composure, his soul seemingly leaping out of his body.

Unable to change their moves in time, the two could only watch helplessly as two large hands pressed against their faces.

Bang!!!

With Lu Ren’s arm muscles suddenly flexing, the two swordsmen were directly slammed to the ground. The powerful force exploded out, and with Lu Ren putting in all his strength, the high-grade stone tiles on the ground were shattered, a shocking web of cracks spreading out from behind the swordsmen’s heads.

Even though the swordsmen were wearing dispersing force suits, the back of the head is a critical part of the human body. Even if they didn’t die, such a heavy impact would leave them dazed, with severe cases causing them to faint from a concussion.

Especially under Lu Ren’s unreserved attack.

The back of the two swordsmen’s heads was directly crushed and shattered.

Brain matter spattered.

But surprisingly, relying on their immense life energy, they still tried to struggle to get up.

Clang!!

A sword hum that tore through the air exploded from behind Lu Ren’s head. In an instant, Lu Ren tilted his head, and the sharp sword blade sliced off a lock of his hair, scraping across his face.

At such close range, he could even hear the hum of the air vibrating from the high-speed friction of the stabbing sword blade!

The sharpness of it actually left a thin cut on his face.

He suddenly leaned backward without turning around, stabbing his right hand at a very tricky angle.

This Phoenix Beak Diao Hand, Lu Ren temporarily dislocated his shoulder using his muscles. Despite the intense pain, the strike thrust at the opponent from an unbelievable angle.

Accompanied by the violent sound of air bursting from the piercing hand, his arm drove straight in, precisely hitting the attacker’s throat from behind.

Crack!!

A crisp sound of bones shattering instantly rang out. Such a sharp attack struck the throat, an extremely fragile vulnerability in the human body, creating a high deadly risk even from a regular punch.

Lu Ren glanced sideways; in the strong, sharp penetrating attack, the person’s neck was deeply caved in, their eyes dull and widening, swiftly dimming.

Being hit in the throat wouldn’t cause immediate death, especially for a skilled Martial Arts Family member. With a honed physique, they possessed formidable life energy, and if they received timely medical attention, they might walk away unscathed.

But such a deadly attack on a critical part of the body caused enormous shock, making him struggle to control his body, backing away while clutching his neck.

Lu Ren didn’t hesitate at all, flashing forward, grabbing the swordsman’s wrist, twisting and pulling with his fingers.

Pak!

With a clattering sound, the sound of the swordsman’s arm bones shattering erupted violently. His fingers went limp, and the longsword in his hand was forcibly snatched away by Lu Ren, as he was struck by a knee hit, sent flying like a ragdoll, with blood streaming from his mouth, nose, and ears, clearly in critical condition.

This series of actions flowed like water, swift as lightning, without a pause.

His decisiveness and resolve struck fear into the hearts of others.

While these actions have been described at length, in reality, it all happened in a flash.

Lu Ren grasped the sword handle tightly in his hand, Meng Xian who was knocked aside only just landed, while the swordsman who pushed Meng Xian hadn’t even taken the next step, aghast to find Lu Ren reversed this life-or-death calamity.

Lu Ren raised his longsword with his right hand, and in a flash of sword light, charged forward to the last swordsman. Facing the frightened look in the opponent’s eyes, the sharp blade slashed across the swordsman’s neck, whose instincts were just kicking in.

In an instant, the carotid artery was severed, and blood spurted out like a fountain.

"Ding, you counter-killed the enemy while holding a sword in a life-and-death struggle. Your Basic Swordsmanship skill level has gained insight, increasing by 100."

"Ding, you..."

Lu Ren squinted, his actions unwavering, stepping back and twisting his waist, the longsword stabbing directly into the back of the heads of two attempting escapees, powerful enough to pierce through from the front.

In a brief whirlwind of movement, Lu Ren reversed his fate, slaying the three in a mere three or four seconds, forging a path out of a deathtrap.

The sole remaining swordsman finally approached after Lu Ren had charged through the others, with their longsword targeting Lu Ren’s vulnerable spots.

Lu Ren looked indifferent, gripping the sword hilt in his left hand backward. Turning swiftly, the sharp longsword violently shot towards the incoming opponent under the lights.

Half a minute later, watching the opponent fall with their head severed and lifeless, Lu Ren tossed the battered longsword—now chipped with dings like grains of rice—onto the ground.

This sword is not even as good as the Yan Form issued by the Security Bureau.

At this moment, his face was extremely pale. To fully confront the attack and kill of these four swordsmen, he didn’t even dare to let his wounded muscles close, but instead, he gathered his muscles to embed the broken bones. Only in this way could he concentrate and fight with all his might.

Because the wound kept oozing blood, he could be described as covered in blood, more terrifying was that due to the recent bone misalignment and body contraction, most of the bones in his body had broken. If it weren’t for his unbelievably strong muscles, even if he survived the first wave of attacks, he would now just be a puddle of mud lying on the ground at the mercy of others.

The fight between martial artists is swift, especially when it involves a life-and-death struggle. No one dares to hold back at all, let alone tackle four martial experts holding swords with bare hands; the danger is extremely high.

If it hadn’t been for Lu Ren’s decisiveness in misaligning bones and contracting the body, entering the Treasure Light Secret Realm to learn the Lamp of Freedom Observation from Ksitigarbha, and achieving a slightly accomplished realm under the system’s assistance to initially use the spirit to intimidate two swordsmen with the ability to seal hearts, he would already be a corpse lying on the ground.

All these factors combined allowed Lu Ren to turn the tables.

During the whole process, Lu Ren didn’t even take a single breath.

If there was even one mistake, what awaited him would be death.

After a few gasps for air, Lu Ren slowly walked to Meng Xian, who was rolling in the corner. Facing her gaze full of shock, hatred, and resentment, Lu Ren said indifferently.

"Aunt Meng, if you continue to live, it will cause me great trouble, so please die."

"You..."

Meng Xian screamed suddenly, and then the sound abruptly stopped.

Lu Ren slowly withdrew his hand, which had crushed her neck, and looking at the rapidly dimming gaze in her eyes filled with unresolved resentment and hatred, Lu Ren moved his gaze away expressionlessly.

He had not sunk to the point of arguing with the dead.

As for the increase in skill level prompted by the system in his mind, it surprised him a bit. Under mental training, the slow skill level had returned to its former training speed. The average increase across two fist techniques was around 1.5, and this life-and-death struggle had increased his three-dimensional attributes by nearly a hundred points, which was an unexpected joy.

After organizing the skill level in his mind, Lu Ren silently took out his phone to dial Chen Lan, then found a medical kit and slowly sat down to start bandaging himself.

Chen Lan was a front desk logistics staff member from the Security Department, responsible for the cleanup work after assignments by the Security Bureau, often requiring Chen Lan to allocate personnel for the cleanup.

When Chen Lan brought people to Meng Xian’s villa, the area around the villa was already sealed off.

The cute and petite girl just stepped through the door and smelled a strong scent of blood, which immediately woke her up from her sleepy state, and her expression turned serious.

Following that, what greeted her eyes was the blood-stained floor in the living room, with large amounts of blood spattered on the surrounding furniture, and a headless corpse lying directly in front of her, the longsword tightly held in its hand covered with alarming slash marks.

In the center of the living room, two men in black had their foreheads pierced, and besides the blood pooling and brain matter spattered on the ground, there were even cobweb-like cracks, clearly having suffered a heavy blow and then being dealt a finishing sword strike.

A man in black, crumpled up in a corner and kicked, had blood-stained facial coverings, with bloodshot eyes leaking two streams of fresh blood.

Meng Xian, who silently died in the corner, looked somewhat normal.

The entire interior of the hall could be described as extremely tragic, making her feel as if she had stepped into an Asura scene.

Fighting empty-handed against those armed is a completely different concept; the impact of a confrontation between weapons brings a deeper sense of shock.

If an ordinary martial artist was surrounded and attacked by four sword dao experts at the verge of great perfection of Lei Fist Technique, even a great perfectionist of fist technique would find it hard to escape death.

Even Lu Ren had to decisively crush most of the bones in his body to dodge a deadly attack by shrinking his body significantly in an extremely narrow space and twisting his body to a highly grotesque degree, which was how he managed to seize a chance of survival.

Chen Lan’s heart jumped as he looked at Lu Ren, who was silently bandaging his wound while sitting at the kitchen entrance.

"How are you doing?"

Lu Ren shook his head slightly, not answering, just rebandaging the wound on his side and then slowly standing up by supporting himself at the door.

He said seriously, "I think I need to receive some treatment. Ask me again after I’m treated."

Three minutes later, Lu Ren lay on a stretcher in the ambulance that came with the team and was sent to the Security Department’s logistics medical hospital.

When the doctors pushed him out from the X-ray scanner and saw the result, their faces were full of disbelief, their eyes widened.

"What... what is this? How is this possible?!"

The doctor, holding the result, looked at Lu Ren slowly pushing himself up from the X-ray scanning couch, and then walked out of the radiation room like an ordinary person, then walked slowly to him.

Lu Ren asked, "How is it, doctor?"

The doctor, with shaky fingers, adjusted his glasses, then looked at Lu Ren and the film.