Chapter 189: Mask and Mask

Feeling the gaze under Chen Ling's mask, Jian Changsheng's heart trembled slightly. This gaze gave him an inexplicably familiar sense of oppression...

But Jian Changsheng quickly suppressed the strangeness in his heart, gripped the blood-stained short sword, and slashed forcefully. Dozens of blood drops flew toward Chen Ling again, covering the sky and earth!

Clang—Clang—Clang!!

The continuous collisions of the knife and sword made dense sounds. Jian Changsheng, relying on the terrifying mobility brought by [Blood-Dropping Top], forcibly suppressed Chen Ling. His figure was like a blood-colored ghost, appearing and disappearing unpredictably. On the battlefield where countless blood was splashing, it was simply impossible to judge from which direction the next slash would come.

"So you're just a first-stage." Jian Changsheng's mouth corners curled up slightly under the bandages, "Without [Blood-Dropping Top], you can't beat me."

On the same path, the higher the stage, the more skills one possesses. For battles below the fourth stage, the number of skills can almost determine the outcome of the battle. And this figure wearing a black mask still hadn't used [Blood-Dropping Top] until now, so he must be a first-stage.

Chen Ling narrowed his eyes. Although his figure was retreating while fighting, his pace was not chaotic at all, and he soon retreated to the wilderness outside the crematorium.

"Is that so?" Chen Ling said calmly.

His fingertips quickly hooked a branch from the ground and snapped it in half from the middle. At the same time, that blood-stained short sword pierced toward his chest again at an astonishing speed!

Slap—!

Jian Changsheng only felt a blur before his eyes. The short sword in his hand instantly turned into half a branch, poking Chen Ling's hard chest and breaking directly into several pieces from the middle.

At the same time, the remaining half of the branch in Chen Ling's hand turned into that short sword, held tightly in his hand.

Jian Changsheng stood frozen in place.

"Now, can you still flash?"

The next moment, a cold glint like a crescent moon slashed across instantly, the sharp blade cutting open Jian Changsheng's throat, as if to decapitate him directly!

Having lost his short sword, Jian Changsheng couldn't swap positions during the battle by relying on the blood drops shaken out. Fortunately, Jian Changsheng reacted quickly and leaned back just in time, avoiding the fate of being killed instantly.

Even so, scarlet blood couldn't stop gushing from the severed blood vessels, instantly staining a large pool of blood on the ground.

But Chen Ling's offensive didn't stop there. After one slash, his figure bowed slightly, and continuous power gathered from the wounds all over his body. A howling side kick broke through the air with a sharp sonic boom, slamming heavily into Jian Changsheng's chest!

Jian Changsheng's chest felt like it had been hit by a meteorite, instantly collapsing. His whole body flew backward for more than ten meters, and after breaking several tree trunks in succession, he fell into a cloud of flying dust.

Chen Ling wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, holding the knife in one hand and the sword in the other, and walked slowly toward that direction.

Previously, Jian Changsheng had suppressed him for a long time relying on his perverted [Blood-Dropping Top]. Chen Ling finally found an opportunity to use [Scarlet Trick] to counterattack, and this counterattack was enough to turn the tide of the battle... That decapitating slash and the powerful kick couldn't be withstood even by a third-stage.

However, things were still somewhat beyond Chen Ling's expectations.

When he saw a blood-covered figure struggling to stand up from the pool of blood, Chen Ling's face under the mask turned ugly.

Tsk... really hard to kill.

The last time Chen Ling felt someone was hard to kill was that Jian Changsheng he encountered in the Ancient Military Path Treasury... And the one in front of him seemed even harder to kill than that Jian Changsheng.

And at this moment, Jian Changsheng was also a bit dazed.

Chen Ling's substitution trick just now made him unable to recover even now. He didn't understand, clearly they were both on the [Asura] path, why did Chen Ling have such strange skills? Was his [Asura] fake, or was the other party's [Asura] fake?

Come to think of it, he had also met an opponent before whose skills were messy and very eerie... At this moment, Jian Changsheng, who considered himself a genius, recalled the fear of being dominated by Chen Ling once again.

Jian Changsheng shook his head, temporarily casting these fears to the back of his mind. He was now in a near-death state, which was exactly when [Blood Garment] could be exerted to the extreme. If he dragged it out any longer, he might really end up here!

Jian Changsheng took a deep breath and stomped his foot hard into the pool of blood, sending blood splashing everywhere!

In the dim dense forest, Chen Ling immediately felt successive gusts of wind coming from all around. This time he didn't choose to meet it head-on, but relied on the terrifying insight of [Secret Pupil] to dodge Jian Changsheng's attacks frantically.

Although both had [Blood Garment], Jian Changsheng was now more severely injured, and both his speed and strength exceeded Chen Ling's by a large margin. If he were touched by that fist, Chen Ling would probably be beaten into a near-death state... but Chen Ling didn't want to risk his life here.

Chen Ling narrowed his eyes. Seeing that he was about to be forced into a dead end by that fist, he clapped his hands lightly in front of his chest.

As the crisp applause rang out, the Chen Ling in Jian Changsheng's eyes suddenly turned into red butterflies dancing all over the sky, drifting between his swinging fists... Jian Changsheng missed. Just as he was looking around in confusion, a sharp, stinging pain came from his cheek!

Unknown when, Chen Ling had already flashed to his side like a ghost, his short knife cutting open his cheek and also cutting off the bandages wrapped around his face, pieces of blood-stained fragments falling to the ground...

Jian Changsheng was shocked, and then anger and ruthlessness appeared in his eyes. He didn't choose to cover his face, but instead reached out to grab Chen Ling's black mask!

Slap—!

Even though Chen Ling tried his best to retreat and dodge, the fierce wind of the punch still shattered the mask. Both faces were exposed to the dim moonlight, and they retreated one after another.

The moment he saw Jian Changsheng's appearance clearly, Chen Ling froze in place.

Chen Ling certainly recognized that face, but Jian Changsheng should have died in the Ancient Military Path Treasury... At that time, he had used the [Tribunal] to directly annihilate the other party's heart, and then specifically confirmed that there was no sign of life. The person was already stiff; how could he be alive and standing here now?

Chen Ling was extremely shocked, but at the same time, the doubt that had plagued him for a long time was also resolved... No wonder his identity was exposed so quickly at that time; it turned out there was a fish that slipped through the net and ran back to Aurora City.

And looking at Jian Changsheng, he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the new face that belonged to "Lin Yan"...

Fortunately, the person behind the mask wasn't that red-clothed Chen Ling.

Just now, when fighting this mysterious person, the pressure the other party brought him gave him an inexplicably familiar feeling... He even really thought about whether this person in front of him could be Chen Ling wearing a mask. After all, in his cognition, only that eerie guy could possess multiple strange skills.

But now it seemed he had overthought it.

Jian Changsheng, who had already lost his mask, how could he have imagined that beneath the other party's seemingly thin mask, there was actually another disguised mask?

Seeing that Chen Ling still wanted to continue attacking, Jian Changsheng suddenly spoke,

"Wait!"