Simultaneous travel: I am a talented person in all the worlds

Chapter 192 A single blade severing a throat, a hundred-step flying sword?!
The sun was setting, casting a yellowish glow; dusk was falling, a vast and desolate scene.

Crimson clouds, like wisps of cotton, swept across the dim sky, carving a bloody gash in the heavens and staining the clouds' wings crimson.

A lone goose, bleeding profusely, circled above the ravaged land, its mournful cry echoing as it gazed at the crumbling ramparts of Puyang.

The famous city was slaughtered, and the world was silent, with only the mournful sound of the wind telling of endless desolation.

On the city wall of Puyang, a beautiful couple stood side by side.

Young Jing Ke and young Gongsun Li gaze at the crowd fleeing in panic below the city gate.

The crowd was like a gray ant colony, jostling and pushing, their faces filled with fear and despair, yet no one dared to breathe loudly, as if the slightest sound would bring about their annihilation.

Gongsun Li's eyes reddened, and crystal tears slid down her cheeks, dripping into the cracks of the city wall and splashing out in a circle of tiny water droplets.

Jing Ke glanced at her sideways, his heart heavy. He couldn't bear to see women cry, especially not Gongsun Li, his childhood sweetheart.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something comforting, but swallowed it back.

The girl in front of him was not just a pretty face; in terms of knowledge, even Commander Wei Mo was no match for her.

He couldn't bring himself to offer empty words of comfort, but when asked to come up with a concrete solution, he was at a loss.

Frustrated, he ripped the wine gourd from his waist, tilted his head back, and poured it into his mouth. He shook it for a long time, but not a single drop of wine came out of the gourd.

"Ah~"

Jing Ke sighed inwardly, but dared not show it, lest he cause Gongsun Li even more worry.

As a native of Wei and the commander of Wei Mo, how could he not be distressed about his homeland, which was about to be destroyed by the tyrannical Qin cavalry? No amount of wine could extinguish the burning anger in his heart.

He looked down at the city below, where the refugees, gathered like ants, carried their families, dragging their children along, their faces filled with grief and unease, yet they silently flowed into the vast wilderness in the dim twilight, afraid of disturbing the lurking tigers and wolves.

Who could have imagined that just two years ago, after a locust plague, a major epidemic broke out, forcing the Qin state to resort to selling official positions and titles? All the other states thought that Qin would have to wait at least a few years.

But the tyrannical Qin dynasty, being a barbarian that mingled with the Western Rong, actually learned the 'advanced' experience of the nomadic peoples who hunted for grain during the White Disaster!
Instead of showing any intention to rest and recuperate, they mobilized an army of 200,000 to fight against the six states, diverting their domestic conflicts to other countries through war.

When people die, fewer mouths are left to eat; when you win a battle, you rely on the enemy for food.

This desperate measure, which forced the Qin army to the brink of defeat, not only failed to weaken their fighting strength, but instead further stirred the tragic heroism in the hearts of the Qin people.

The mighty Qin, united in the face of national crisis! We will fight until our blood runs dry, until death do us part!

Last year, General Ao led his army eastward.

Dingsuanzao, Yan, Xu, Changping, Yongqiu, and Shanyangcheng were all captured.

The closest states of Wei and Wei were the first to be hit and were thoroughly humiliated.

Especially for small countries like Wei, they are already in danger of being destroyed!

Beneath the city walls, refugees surged like a tide, dragging their weary bodies as they disappeared into the twilight.

When disaster strikes, human lives are as insignificant as ants.

Gongsun Li wiped away her tears, turned to look at Jing Ke, her voice trembling slightly but clear and bright: "I remember you mentioned to me that the leader of the Mohist school in Wei had unfortunately died, and that the Grand Master of the Mohist school would arrive in Wei in the next few days?"

Jing Ke nodded: "Yes, I received news of Brother Zhang's assassination attempt, so I used the mechanical Azure Phoenix to send a message back to the Mechanical City. Judging by the time, Boss Ju should arrive in the next day or two."

As he spoke, he looked apologetically at Gongsun Li: "I'm sorry, I won't be able to stay by your side for the next two days. I'll be heading to Wei Mo's stronghold soon to assist the Grand Master in resolving Wei Mo's matter."

"Can you take me with you?" Gongsun Li looked up at him, her eyes pleading.

She was not just a weak woman who knew only how to cry; with her exceptional intelligence, she knew exactly who could save the State of Wei.

The Mohists adhered to the principle of "non-aggression." Since the time of Mozi, many Mohist knights-errant have followed his example and stopped many unjust wars.

The current Grand Master, Six-Fingered Black Knight, is renowned throughout the states. If we can persuade this leader of the Mohist school, and with the support of the Mohists, we might be able to secure a glimmer of hope for the State of Wei against the tyrannical Qin cavalry.

Jing Ke was taken aback upon hearing this, and frowned in thought for a moment.

He understood Gongsun Li's thoughts and knew that the State of Wei was now like a candle flickering in the wind, and that he or Wei Mo alone could not turn the tide.

If we could persuade the big boss to intervene, it would indeed be a lifeline.

However, taking Gongsun Li along meant putting her in danger, and how could Jing Ke bear to do that? But seeing the expectation and determination in her eyes, he couldn't bring himself to refuse.

“Li’er, Wei is in chaos right now, with assassins from the Luo Wang organization appearing everywhere. I’m afraid…” Jing Ke was interrupted by Gongsun Li before he could finish speaking.

“Senior brother, I’m not afraid of danger.” Gongsun Li’s voice was firm, her tears already dried. “If the Wei Kingdom falls, where can I escape to? Rather than weeping on this city wall, I’d rather go with you to fight for a glimmer of hope.”

Jing Ke's throat tightened, and he gripped the empty wine gourd slightly tighter. He knew her temperament; once she made up her mind, not even ten oxen could pull her back.

He sighed deeply and finally nodded: "Alright, but you have to listen to me. Be careful on the road and remember not to act rashly."

He paused, glanced at the gourd of wine in his hand, and added, "The Boss Juzi loves fine wine."

"Grandpa has a few bottles of fine wine hidden in his cellar. I'll take them all now."

Gongsun Li immediately understood and turned to head straight for her grandfather Gongsun Yu's treasured wine cellar. The day was dark and the night was as black as ink.

Since the Wei Mo stronghold we were going to was located on the border between the Wei and Wei states, it was not far from Puyang City.

In addition, both Jing Ke and Gongsun Li were skilled in martial arts and were not afraid of the dark night or wild beasts in the forest. They would arrive near midnight after running day and night.

With her destination in sight, Gongsun Li's slightly tired but pretty face lit up with excitement, her pace quickened unconsciously, and a glimmer of hope ignited in her eyes.

However, Jing Ke, whose martial arts skills were superior, suddenly stepped forward and blocked her way, his eyes scanning the surroundings intently, his brows furrowed.

Gongsun Li was taken aback at first, then quickly realized what was wrong and placed her right hand on the hilt of her sword: "What's wrong, Senior Brother? Is something the problem?"

Jing Ke's expression was somewhat grim, and he said in a deep voice, "There should be sentries in this area. Even if they recognized me, they should have shown themselves and greeted me, instead of just letting us in."

He paused, his gaze sweeping towards the distant outpost, his tone growing increasingly grave: "But now, the sentries are gone... something must have happened at the outpost."

He didn't want to think about it anymore, but the sudden sound of swords clashing in the distance broke the silence of the forest.

The aftershocks of the energy spread like ripples, causing the leaves to rustle even dozens of feet away.

"Senior brother?" Gongsun Li's face turned pale, and her voice trembled.

It wasn't just because the two clashing sword intents were too terrifying, but also because they were worried that if the Grand Prince were to perish, there would be no one left to help defend the country.

"You," Jing Ke gritted his teeth, intending to let her stay here and wait.

But then he realized that without his protection, leaving her alone in this perilous forest would be even more dangerous.

Jing Ke took a deep breath and warned again with an extremely solemn expression: "Stay behind me, and whatever you do, whatever you do, don't act impulsively!"

Gongsun Li nodded.

The two quickly ran towards the aftermath of the battle.

Midway through, Jing Ke's eyes narrowed, and his sword suddenly drew from its sheath. Dark sword energy surged forth, shattering more than a dozen intertwined, invisible nets that fell to the ground.

This hidden and deadly trap could not possibly be the work of the Mohists!
"Who is it? Get out of here!"

Jing Ke roared, his voice echoing through the forest, but only the sound of wind and falling leaves could be heard; there was no response.

He gripped his longsword tightly, frowning as he pondered how to force out the person hiding in the shadows.

Just then, two ghostly figures appeared from afar, locked in fierce combat!

Two sword lights, one black and one white, clashed, their sword energy raging, severing ancient trees and moss-covered rocks, sending wood chips and gravel flying everywhere.

One of the scarred and fierce swordsmen glanced at Jing Ke and Gongsun Li, especially at the Mo family aura emanating from Jing Ke, and a hint of killing intent flashed in his eyes.

He blocked the approaching bronze sword with his white longsword, used the force to leap into the air, and thrust out the black blade in his other hand, as if to pierce through the two of them in one blow.

The deathly intent on the black sword pressed down like an abyss, and with just one move, cold sweat beaded on Jing Ke's forehead.

He wasn't confident he could withstand the sword strike, but Gongsun Li was right behind him; he had no other choice!

Holding his breath and concentrating all his attention, he immediately unleashed the fastest and strongest sword strike of his life.

The swords clashed, their blades meeting with a piercing metallic clang.

A hint of joy flashed in Jing Ke's eyes; he had actually caught it!
Xuan Jian, on the other side, showed a hint of surprise, but quickly regained his composure. Although the young man's strength exceeded expectations, that was all.

With a flick of his wrist, the black sword suddenly exerted force, and Jing Ke's blade shattered inch by inch under the pressure, scattering fragments everywhere.

Jing Ke discovered in despair that his internal energy was like a needle against a wheat awn against Xuan Jian's black and white sword intent, with a huge disparity in strength!
The longsword shattered, but Jing Ke's terrified eyes revealed a hint of determination. He abandoned the sword and instead of retreating, he advanced forward, gathering his energy in his hands and reaching out to grab the edge of the black sword.

He couldn't block the sword, but he could bear it alone. The black sword would pierce through his body, but it would only take his life!
"Clang!" Sword energy surged, staining the long robe with blood.

Just as the black sword was about to pierce Jing Ke's chest, a bronze sword blade struck first, swift as lightning, aiming straight for Xuan Jian's back.

Xuan Jian's expression changed. The peerless swordsman who had previously swept away all enemies dared not be negligent at all. He drew his black and white swords simultaneously, slashing at the flying bronze sword.

In a flash, Gongsun Li's eyes widened, her mind blank, still unable to comprehend what had happened. She only vaguely sensed that the world was like a painting, with streaks of dark sword energy intertwining and converging, transforming into a roaring dragon that lunged towards Xuan Jian.

The black and white swords, as red as blood, slashed at the black dragon, their sword energy crisscrossing, and the bronze sword was knocked away.

At that moment, a rough, heavy hand reached out, grasped the sword hilt, and lightly touched the ground with its toes.

As if holding a brush and splashing ink to paint, the scattered ink dragon suddenly condensed, its momentum majestic, and in its twists and turns, it suddenly pierced through Xuan Jian.

The soaring sword energy subsided, coalescing behind him into a figure in black robes, standing tall in the forest.

Xuan Jian knelt on the ground, his black sword planted in the earth to keep himself from falling, while his white sword pressed against his chest, leaving a deep, bone-revealing bloodstain.

The swordsman's eyes, which should have been calm, were now filled with shock and lingering fear.

If Bai Jian hadn't parried in time, this attack would have been fatal!
"A single blade severing a throat, a flying sword a hundred paces away?!"

(End of this chapter)