Madam, don't do this!

Chapter 365 One-on-One Battle Against a Ninth-Rank Martial Artist (8,000 words)

"Grandmaster!"

"Hahahaha... He's actually a Grandmaster."

In the Ghost Cave's lair, the cave master remained kneeling on the ground. The overwhelming pressure prevented him from straightening up; his body convulsed as if electrocuted, while a maniacal grin spread across his face. Only now did the Ghost Cave master understand why Song Yan, a mere individual, dared to lead a few women and over a dozen guards directly into the Ghost Cave.

That's a grandmaster.

There are only about ten of them in the entire Central Plains.

A being who stands at the pinnacle of martial arts.

With such a master by his side, what is a mere ghost cave to Song Yan?
In just a moment, the face, which had been flushed from the desperate struggle, turned ashen and bloodless, leaving only a layer of despair. Not to mention the Ghost Cave Master, even the other members of the Ghost Cave who were holding weapons and preparing to attack all changed their expressions instantly. They instinctively retreated, their pupils filled with deep fear. Some even trembled all over, looking around frantically, searching for a way to escape.

As martial artists, they naturally understood what a grandmaster represented.

Only a Grandmaster can defeat a Grandmaster.

Although they had eight hundred martial artists, many of whom were of high cultivation level, as long as they did not cross that threshold, no matter how many people they had, they would be nothing more than food in front of a grandmaster.

Even a well-trained, battle-hardened army cannot stop a master from running away if he wants to.

Damn it, how did I end up messing with this wicked star who loves piling up dead heads?

These people had no doubt about what the cave master said. Didn't they see that the woman hadn't even made a move, yet their ninth-rank leader was already kneeling on the ground, unable to get up? Such strength could only come from a grandmaster.

Just then, a muffled groan came from the side next to them.

As everyone turned to look, they saw that the Grand Elder, who was also at the ninth rank, seemed to have been hit hard. His body flew backward, spitting blood in mid-air. Only when his body fell to the ground did they realize that the Grand Elder's chest cavity had a terrifying indentation that looked like a palm.

This palm strike nearly took the life of the Grand Elder.

Although both are underground drains, this place is clearly different. Large areas around it have been excavated, so it doesn't feel too crowded; on the contrary, it's quite spacious.

Huge, pieced-together logs supported the top, preventing it from collapsing.

Seeing the Grand Elder fly away, the group of martial artists in that area quickly retreated.

Luo Tianxuan's body slowly landed on the ground.

Unlike Hua Lianyue's graceful and charming demeanor.

Luo Tianxuan, always dressed in a white dress, was aloof and elegant, like a fairy who had stepped out of a painting and was untouched by worldly affairs.

There was no wind in the culvert.

Luo Tianxuan's skirt billowed up.

His cold gaze fell upon the body struggling to get up from the ground, and he walked over step by step.

Her delicate little feet landed gently.

boom.

In an instant, the entire Ghost Cave seemed to tremble slightly.

An invisible pressure spread rapidly outwards from Luo Tianxuan's body.

In a daze, it seemed as if that foot had trampled on everyone's hearts, causing each of them to tremble slightly and instinctively retreat.

Another step was taken out, and then landed.

hum.

This made the impact even more terrifying.

Among those closest to Luo Tianxuan, some of the weaker Ghost Cave members, who had just entered the martial arts path, were unable to withstand the increasingly violent aura. Many of them trembled, and blood seeped from the corners of their mouths.

However, his internal organs had been shattered by the invisible and intangible internal energy, which was even more violent than a tsunami.

The third foot landed.

puff.

Those injured martial artists had reached their limit, spitting out streams of scarlet blood mixed with fragments of internal organs. Then, as if all their strength had been drained, they collapsed limply to the ground, their wide-open eyes even showing faint cracks.

Even the Grand Elder was unable to withstand it; although he was strong, he was seriously injured.

Moreover, the impact of this internal energy was specifically aimed at him, causing him to endure far greater pressure than others. Each of those three kicks seemed to precisely strike the Grand Elder's heart.

Faintly, one could hear a soft "poof" sound; the Grand Elder's heart had shattered.

died.

At this moment, all the members of Ghost Cave were terrified. They had only taken three steps and had already killed dozens of low-level martial artists and shocked the Grand Elder. Just how terrifying was this strength?

Why does she seem even more terrifying than that woman from before?
The Ghost Cave Master's body was trembling violently. His eyes were beyond shocked, and the maniacal laughter on his face had turned into something more like crying.

Two lines of clear tears rolled down her face uncontrollably from the corners of her eyes.

"Grandmaster".

"Another grandmaster."

"Two grandmasters."

Hahahaha... Two grandmasters!

What the hell is this?

I initially thought Song Yan was coming to his death, but now it seems he's just here to bully people.

With two grandmasters protecting him, that's how arrogant he is.

Let alone the mere Ghost Cave, from now on, even the White Tower, and indeed all the forces lurking in the shadows of Dongling City, will have to be exceptionally obedient in front of Song Yan.

The Ghost Cave is beyond saving; let it be destroyed.

But what exactly is Song Yan's identity? How come he has two grandmasters protecting him? Could he be a prince from some Central Plains country who has been exiled abroad?

But isn't this guy the illegitimate son of the Duke of Song's family?
"escape!"

Someone, I don't know who, shouted out.

In the next instant, the members of Ghost Cave quickly turned around and rushed towards the pipes behind them and on both sides.

The Ghost Cave lair has a total of five doors.

On the one hand, it facilitates entry and exit; on the other hand, it is also a precaution, in case the Ghost Cave encounters an insurmountable enemy one day, at least there will be a chance to escape.

It could be considered an escape route, but no one could have imagined that this escape route would actually be put into use one day.

His usual ferocity, arrogance, and pride had long since vanished completely.

What a joke! The eldest brother is kneeling on the ground, and the first elder has died instantly. Having lost their two most powerful supporters, why not escape now and wait to die?
What? You're saying there are eight hundred martial artists, eight hundred against fifteen, and the advantage is on my side?
Advantage my ass.

Ten thousand ants are still just ants compared to an elephant.

None of these people saw the cold smile that appeared on Hua Lian Yue's face. If she were to let someone escape in front of her, it would be a loss of face for her to be the sect leader of the Hehuan Sect.

With a light touch of her toes on the ground, Hua Lian Yue's body darted through the crowd in a flash. Her speed was incredibly fast, almost like a ghost. In just two breaths, she had already reached the exit directly opposite her.

That shout of escape was so loud that it almost jolted everyone out of their shock. In an instant, countless martial artists rushed toward the exit, all wanting to escape. However, under such circumstances, a group of people ended up crowding at the doorway, unable to move at all.

At that moment, Hua Lianyue was weaving through the crowd at an incredibly fast speed, gently patting one person's head with her slender hand.

Click, click, click...

The sound of bones breaking was almost continuous.

Wherever Hua Lianyue passed, only corpses lay scattered on the ground.

Seeing that the three or four people at the front were about to enter the exit, Hua Lianyue shouted again and leaped into the air, along with several pebbles the size of fingertips.

Her delicate hand gently brushed across.

The next instant, the pebbles shot forward at an even faster speed than bullets.

Puff puff……

With a dull thud, a series of corpses immediately appeared on the ground.

On the other side, Luo Tianxuan, Ziyu, and Luo Tianyi also blocked one of the exits at the same time.

Ziyu and Luo Tianyi were naturally no match for Hua Lianyue and Luo Tianxuan in strength, but as long as they stood in front of the exit, few people could escape.

"Ah ah ah ah..."

"My hand, my hand..."

"I have broken my leg……"

In an instant, the vast and empty Ghost Cave headquarters was filled with the sounds of ghosts wailing and howling.

Upon hearing such a sound, the master of the Ghost Cave turned ashen-faced.

Just then, another scream echoed through the ghost cave and the dark ditch: "Kill...kill that kid."

"Cut off his head, and we can escape."

This instantly reminded everyone that, yes, Song Yan was still here.

As a martial artist, one's senses are naturally more acute.

They could clearly see that Song Yan's strength was much weaker than that of the four people who had attacked him.

Breaking through Song Yan's side is definitely the fastest and most successful approach.

Immediately, someone rushed straight at Song Yan.

He was a special martial artist who didn't have any weapons like swords, spears, or halberds. All he had were a pair of metal gloves. He was incredibly fast, rushing to the front of the group. In the blink of an eye, he was in front of Song Yan. He raised his right hand, and with a whoosh, his iron fist went straight for Song Yan's face.

boom.

Fist and palm facing each other.

A dull thud was heard.

Song Yan paused, took a step back, and thus dissipated the force.

The martial artist clearly didn't want to stay there for too long. Once the two grandmasters had finished dealing with the others, it would be his turn. He wasn't about to waste even a moment.
He took a step forward and twisted his waist, and with a whoosh, his left leg swept across, heading straight for Song Yan's temple.

No wonder he's involved in organized crime.

Every move they make is aimed at taking lives.

With a body honed through years of training, coupled with brute force, one might actually be able to kick a person's head off.

Unfortunately, Song Yan was no ordinary person. In terms of physical strength and power, he was not afraid of anyone. His eyes flashed with a cold light, and his left hand shot out and grabbed the man's ankle. In the next instant, with a whoosh, the martial artist's entire tall body was lifted up by Song Yan.

In that short distance, the speed at which the martial artist was thrown through the air had reached its limit.

Bang! The martial artist's head slammed heavily against the wall beside him.

Snap.

The ceramic pipe shattered.

His skull was cracked, and blood was flowing freely.

Just then, two machetes came slashing down from the front almost simultaneously.

"General, continue..."

A shout came from behind.

It was a black-armored warrior who tossed a spare battle sword to Song Yan.

Before the scabbard could even be removed, it was blocked overhead. With a cracking sound, the scabbard shattered instantly, and the extremely sharp blade slammed heavily into the back of the steel knife.

The two machetes snapped in two.

There's no way around it; the difference in materials is just too great.

The two martial artists, holding the broken swords, were stunned for a moment, clearly not expecting such an outcome. Just then, two swords pierced through Song Yan's waist from both sides.

puff!

puff.

The sword pierced halfway in, then slashed it away.

A hole was cut in his abdomen, and his internal organs gushed out.

Soldiers are skilled at teamwork, and they will never let an opportunity slip by.

A sharp, piercing sound cut through the air.

From the left, a deadly spear hurtled straight toward Song Yan's neck. Even though Song Yan was extremely confident in his physical body, he dared not use his body to withstand such a fierce attack, as his body would definitely be pierced through. Just then, with another snap, Nakhtoya lashed out a long whip.

Nahetuya did not practice martial arts, but having lived in the Haixi Grassland for many years, hunting and fighting were second nature to her. She quickly wrapped the long whip around the gun and pulled hard, causing the gun tip to deviate. Even the martial artist stumbled. Song Yan had already pushed the back of the blade with both hands, forcibly changing the direction of the weapon in his hand.

laugh.

The blade then became lodged against the martial artist's neck, instantly slicing it in half.

It's hard to say whether Song Yan slashed at him or he deliberately ran into him.

Blood gushed from his throat.

The martial artist's neck was still twitching involuntarily, and he instinctively raised his hand to try to stop the wound on his neck, but streams of bright red blood flowed uncontrollably through his fingers. With a thud, his body fell to the ground, making his last struggle for life.

This is the fourth one. The strong stench of blood stimulated Song Yan's nerves.

Bang bang bang.

A tremendous sound, like the clanging of metal, followed by sparks from the clashing of metal, exploded in the dark ditch.

The ceramic pipes cracked and splintered, sending debris flying.

Even those huge wooden pillars were often struck hard. Occasionally, a figure would be sent flying backward and crash into the pillar. The pillar, which was pieced together, could not withstand such an impact from the side and collapsed instantly.

Song Yan and ten black-armored warriors had already formed a military formation, their blades flashing wildly, reaping one life after another with each rotation. Song Yan was the sharpest blade and the heaviest shield in this formation, bearing the most ferocious attacks.

Just then, an exceptionally tall man rushed out from the side, wielding a huge iron hammer, and smashed it down on Song Yan's head. A soldier standing nearby raised his steel knife to try to block it, but with a loud bang, the steel knife was instantly knocked away and pierced directly into the ceramic pipe above his head, with broken ceramic fragments mixed with soil falling down.

A flash of pain crossed the soldier's face. His arm was broken, and he quickly took a step back. Another comrade rushed forward to fill the gap, raised his hand, and fired a military crossbow. With a hiss, the crossbow bolt pierced the strong man's throat, piercing his entire neck, and exiting from the back of his neck.

This burly man is quite capable.

He staggered backward.

His wide eyes were fixed on Song Yan and his group, his gaze filled with disgust, as if accusing them of their shamelessness.

It's clearly a duel between martial artists, yet they've deployed military crossbows... Shameless.

Unfortunately, he could no longer speak; a series of hissing sounds came from his throat, and his burly body finally crashed to the ground like a mountain collapsing and a jade pillar toppling.

This is the twenty-seventh.

The huge iron hammer also fell from mid-air, and before it hit the ground, Song Yan caught it firmly in his hand and then swung it horizontally with force.

hum.

The swirling air carried a howling wind.

The weight of the hammer was undeniable, coupled with Song Yan's exaggerated brute strength.

For a moment, it actually forced the charging enemies back two steps. There was no way around it; that big iron hammer looked too terrifying. There was no doubt that anyone whose head was even slightly grazed by it would have their head shattered instantly.

Looking at the crowd of martial artists, Song Yan felt a surge of malice.

If he were to throw out the two thunderbolts he was carrying, they would definitely blow up a large area.

After considering the objective conditions here, Song Yan gave up on the idea. He was joking; this ditch was so dangerous that it might collapse if hit by two thunderbolts. He was only sixteen and didn't want to be buried so soon.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, several soldiers in black armor switched to military crossbows and unleashed a volley of fire.

Although a few crossbow bolts were blocked, they still managed to hit three or four people.

Thick, fresh blood gushed from his body, pooling together like a crimson river. Before he knew it, the ground beneath his feet made a cracking sound. The pungent stench of blood clung to the cave, refusing to dissipate, so intense that even the view seemed shrouded in a faint reddish mist.

The other four directions, unlike Song Yan's side where there was at least some back and forth, were almost one-sided massacres.

The crowd was still densely packed. After all, there were more than 800 people. Even if they stood still and let others kill them, it would not be possible to kill them all in a short time. But no matter how dense the crowd was, Hua Lian Yue's figure still moved around like a ghost. Every time she stopped, a corpse would fall to the ground.

All those who died at Hua Lianyue's hands were masters from the Ghost Cave.

Start by killing the eighth-rank martial artists, then move on to the seventh-rank ones...

It was precisely because almost all of these experts had been dealt with by Hua Lianyue that among the martial artists who rushed to Song Yan's side, there might be some fifth and sixth-rank warriors, but no one stronger could be seen. Otherwise, if several eighth and seventh-rank martial artists had attacked at the same time, Song Yan's military formation would definitely not have been able to withstand it.

That's not all. Hua Lianyue was completely at ease, even in the midst of the battle, she could keep an eye on Song Yan's situation at all times. If Song Yan encountered any fatal danger, she would immediately appear by his side.

Luo Tianxuan pressed on relentlessly, leaving a corpse behind with every step she took.

There was no one standing behind him, only a pile of limbs on the ground.

The long sword in Luo Tianyi's hand flashed with cold light, and every move he made was a fatal blow.

As for Ziyu, after following Song Yan for only a few days, she seemed to have been infected by the murderous aura emanating from him. When reaping lives, she would always have a strange impulse.

Their ruthlessness and speed in killing were only slightly inferior to those of Hua Lian Yue and Luo Tian Xuan. Although the He Huan Sect could barely be considered a prestigious sect, killing was not a difficult task for them, and they quickly adapted.

Unfortunately, Ziyu was still staring at a delicate and charming face when, in a moment of carelessness, a spurt of blood sprayed onto her face. The pale cheeks paired with the scarlet blood droplets gave off a sinister and eerie feeling.

Perhaps it took a long time to kill.

Song Yan had no idea how much time had passed.

All he knew was to keep swinging the hammer and the steel knife, and even with his strength, he felt a sharp pain in his arm as if the muscles were being strained.

Gradually, the crowd of people thronging the ghost cave seemed to thin out.

Gradually, the fierce attacks from the Ghost Cave members seemed to be weakening.

Later on, Song Yan even felt that his brain had stopped thinking, as if he had become a cold and stiff machine, mechanically swinging his arms, smashing one head after another, and piercing one heart after another.

Just as he raised his arm to strike again, he missed.

I stumbled and almost fell. I looked up with some suspicion and realized that there wasn't a single living person left in the huge lair of the Ghost Cave.

Only screams seemed to still echo in the ghost cave.

Only then did that bone-chilling exhaustion surge into my head, flowing through my limbs and bones.

My forehead was already covered in beads of sweat, which gathered together and rolled into my eyes, causing a burning pain.

My clothes were already soaked in blood, sticking stickily to my arms, back, and stomach, which was very uncomfortable.

Upon closer inspection, one can see that some areas have been cut by sharp swords and long knives, exposing the skin underneath. There are also some cuts on the skin, but they are not too serious, at least not enough to cause serious injury.

Clang.

His numb fingers could no longer support him, and the hammer fell to the ground.

Behind them came a series of thuds, the sound of ten black-armored soldiers lying there, exhausted and oblivious to their appearance or the small river of blood on the ground. They were panting heavily.

He had some injuries all over his body.

But at that point, nobody cared about those things anymore.

Although his face showed deep fatigue, his eyes were unusually excited.

Indeed, it's still better to follow the general.

They were not afraid of death; on the contrary, such charges and charges gave them a sense of spiritual excitement.

Luo Tianxuan and Hua Lianyue were as clean as ever, their clothes spotless and their faces untouched by blood. But Song Yan knew very well that these two had killed the most people in the battle just now. Almost all the experts had died at their hands, and at least half of them had been killed as well.

But her cheeks were only slightly flushed, and she didn't seem very tired.

Luo Tianyi's strength was ultimately not up to the level of a Grandmaster, unlike her sister. Her snow-white dress was stained with specks of scarlet, like brightly blooming plum blossoms.

He was panting heavily, his chest heaving rapidly.

As for Ziyu, it was as if she had opened the door to a new world. Although she was quite tired, she also seemed extremely excited. Her whole body was almost soaked in blood, and her long dress clung to her body, showing off the outline of her long legs, the curve of her slender waist, and the arch of her high and firm breasts. If it weren't for the scarlet color, her figure alone would be enough to make people fall in love.

call.

Let out a heavy sigh and took two steps back.

Leaning against the wall, he squinted slightly, rested briefly, and then raised his eyelids: "Did you kill them all?"

He did say he wanted the heads of everyone in Ghost Cave.

It would be too embarrassing to let them escape.

“They’re all dead… No, there’s one still alive.” Nakhtoya, who mostly just stood by and cheered, only occasionally offered a small helping hand, said this in a low voice.

Immediately, he swung the whip.

With a snap, a scream followed.

Immediately afterward, the whip was pulled back, and a figure was seen being dragged over with its neck wrapped around it.

He is the master of the Ghost Cave.

I vaguely remember that when the fighting just started, someone kicked the Ghost Cave Master aside. Despite the fierce fighting and many weapons being knocked away and stuck to the walls and the ground, this guy was completely unharmed. He was quite lucky.

Although Hua Lianyue didn't kill him directly, she sealed his acupoints, so he didn't have the ability to escape.

The screams echoed in his ears. Although the Ghost Cave Master was not injured, watching his brothers die one by one before his eyes until they were all slaughtered was an absolutely inhumane torture for him.

He seemed to have aged decades in an instant, and his body was shrouded in an aura of decadence.

Upon seeing Song Yan, he seemed to regain some strength, his eyes widening: "Coward."

Huh?
Song Yan was taken aback.

There are very few people who would describe him this way.

"So what if you have two grandmasters by your side?" the Ghost Cave Master couldn't help but shout, though his voice was hoarse and his throat sounded like it was cracking, which was quite unpleasant to hear.

Song Yan thought about it seriously for a moment: "Having two grandmasters by your side is truly remarkable."

The Ghost Cave Master's breath hitched. How could this person not tell good from bad?

Can't you tell that you're mocking him?

"So what? In the end, he's still a good-for-nothing who hides behind a woman and lives a life of cowardice."

Song Yan slowly let out a sigh of relief, recovering from her exhaustion while grinning, "You know what? I once saw an old doctor who said I have a bad stomach."

The master of the Ghost Cave was completely bewildered, not understanding what it meant.

Helpless, Song Yan could only kindly explain, "It means you can only live off a woman."

puff.

Ziyu and Hua Lianyue couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Luo Tianxuan also smiled broadly, giving Song Yan a reproachful look. What would be a shameful thing in the eyes of others, her husband could say so confidently. His shamelessness was unmatched.

Even Luo Tianyi couldn't help but smile slightly.

The ten black-armored warriors chuckled, their admiration for their leader reaching a fever pitch. Perhaps it was this thick skin that allowed their leader to have so many beauties around him? Although they were lying on the ground, a few of them couldn't help but turn their heads, looking at each other, wondering if they should work on their skin so they could eventually marry a big-butt woman.

Only Nakhtoya, who didn't quite understand the culture of the Central Plains, was a little confused. Seeing that everyone else was laughing, she felt that it would be a bit out of place if she didn't laugh, so she chuckled a few times.

As for the master of the Ghost Cave, he was furious at these words. It was as if he had been greatly humiliated. His face turned red and his expression became ferocious and distorted. How could anyone in this world be so shameless?
Doesn't he have even the slightest bit of dignity and pride as a man?
He knew he was doomed, but he was unwilling to die like this: "I want to fight you one-on-one."

Song Yan's eyes widened, his face full of disbelief. Good heavens, he dares to call himself shameless? How much better is he, the Lord of Ghost Cave?
You are a ninth-rank martial artist.

You want to fight me, a fifth-rank martial artist, one-on-one?
How dare you say such a thing?

What's more, we've just been through a fierce battle and are exhausted.

Do you really think I'm stupid?

"A one-on-one fight would be fine too."

At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded.

It was Hua Lianyue.

The Ghost Cave Master's expression turned somewhat strange. He was just saying it casually and didn't think Song Yan would challenge him to a duel. He was just thinking that if Song Yan refused, he would have a chance to humiliate him severely. Who would have thought that Hua Lian Yue would actually agree on Song Yan's behalf?

For a moment, everyone was incredulous.

"However, you are a ninth-rank martial artist, and it's not appropriate for you to fight a fifth-rank martial artist one-on-one. How about this, you make a small sacrifice, and I will level up your strength to the same realm, how about that?"

"You want me to suppress my own power?"

Hua Lianyue smiled and shook her head: "There's no need for that."

After saying this, he walked to the side of the Ghost Cave Master and quietly placed his finger on the Ghost Cave Master's left arm: "How about this, one arm, counts as one rank, one leg... counts as one rank."

laugh.

Before the Ghost Cave Master could react, Hua Lian Yue suddenly exerted force with her bent fingers, and an arm was forcibly pulled off the Ghost Cave Master's shoulder.

Blood splattered.

The excruciating pain caused the Ghost Cave Master to convulse and scream incessantly.

"Alright, you've reached the eighth rank now."

As she spoke, her hand touched her other arm, and she screamed again.

"Seventh rank."

What a beast.

Both arms were ripped off alive; even the Ghost Cave Master, a ninth-rank martial artist, couldn't withstand it.

Immediately afterwards, he picked up a knife from the ground and swung it down in a flash.

"Sixth rank."

Another slash came down:

"Rank five."

On the ground, the Ghost Cave Master was still screaming in agony, his face deathly pale, as if four water taps were installed on his body, spraying blood from all four directions.

The person had turned into a long, thin object; this was probably what was called a human pig.

"Now you're at the same level as my husband." Looking down at the blood-soaked human pig on the ground, Hua Lian Yue nodded with satisfaction, her cherry lips parting slightly:

"You can have a fair and just one-on-one match now."

A mouth with a temperature of 36.7 degrees Celsius spoke words of minus 76.3 degrees Celsius!
(End of this chapter)