Chapter 59 Stop Fighting Like This, You Won't Kill Anyone This Way

Ding Chong fought with increasing ferocity, the encirclement visibly tightening around her.

Wang Lu stepped forward, striking her blade with his own, and muttered under his breath, "That's enough."

Bang!

Ding Chong's answer was a kick.

Over by Ding Tai, he was locked in combat with Shen Lian. Shen Lian, who had previously asserted with absolute certainty that a mortal struggle of life and death could take Wang Lu down in a heartbeat, was now harmoniously matching Ding Tai's level, unexpectedly trading blows evenly.

If Wang Lu trading blows evenly with Ding Chong made sense because he was the mastermind behind the scenes, how on earth did you manage that, Shen Lian?

Could it be that you, with your thick eyebrows and big eyes, have also betrayed the revolution?

Let's not forget that Ding Tai was even injured.

Fighting like this won't kill anyone!

Taking in the situation on Ding Tai's side at a glance, Wang Lu felt somewhat speechless.

Yet, putting aside the fact that Ding Tai, Ding Chong, and the others were utterly powerless in his own hands, among ordinary people, their saber techniques could already be considered top-tier.

Wang Lu reached out to forcefully block Ding Chong's fierce and heavy kick, his figure quickly flying backward to dissipate the momentum.

Seeing Ding Chong let out a loud shout, leaping up to hack down toward the top of his head, Wang Lu turned sideways and forcefully deflected the centerline of Ding Chong's scimitar.

Just as he was about to counterattack, Ding Chong forcefully twisted her body mid-air, thrusting her saber directly toward Wang Lu.

This strike was exceptionally dazzling. Even Wang Lu had to admit that this fellow Ding Chong seemed to have improved once again; no wonder she was able to stay by Ding Baiying's side.

Perhaps the two blows he had given her previously allowed Ding Chong to turn her grief and anger into strength?

At that very moment, a figure suddenly rushed in from the side, parrying Ding Chong's blade. As Ding Chong landed unsteadily, the newcomer slashed directly at her neck.

It was a vicious strike that made Ding Chong's gaze freeze, making her feel as though there was nowhere left to retreat.

The aerial strike from a moment before had certainly been tricky enough, yet it once again created a scenario of either a fatal blow or her own demise.

And yet, both times were executed against Wang Lu. To Wang Lu, these two strikes were indeed decent, but to someone like him whose mastery of the Xinyu saber technique had reached the realm of perfection, they were still far too juvenile.

Just as Ding Chong regretted her impulsiveness, Wang Lu sneered inwardly: So in the end, I still have to come to her rescue, is that it?

Then I will help you properly.

Wang Lu planted his left foot firmly on the ground, abruptly raised his right foot, and sent Ding Chong flying with a direct kick.

"Pfft!"

A kick heavy enough to render an ordinary woman barren caused Ding Chong to suddenly spew a mouthful of blood.

Ding Tai swiftly parried a strike from Shen Lian, then rapidly retreated to Ding Chong's side, pulling her up as he shouted, "Let's go!"

Ding Chong slapped Ding Tai's hand away, the pain in her abdomen driving her into a blind rage as she spat, "I'll kill him, I must kill him."

Seeing Ding Chong's state, Ding Tai knew immediately that she had lost her head again.

In contrast, Ding Tai lacked Ding Chong's explosive temper. At the very least, he still remembered that they had come to act out this charade with the consent of their master, Ding Baiying.

Realizing the situation had reached its limit, if they kept fighting, they would likely be trapped here for good.

Thus, he grabbed Ding Chong and retreated rapidly. Seeing one of the targets severely wounded by Wang Lu, the surrounding guards immediately swarmed forward.

Ding Tai sneered, suddenly pulling a small sphere from his arms and hurling it toward them.

Boom!

Following a resounding explosion, smoke and dust billowed into the air.

Shen Lian shouted at the top of his lungs, "Pursue!"

His subordinates stepped forward, but their tracks had already vanished from sight.

Shen Lian glanced at the top of the wall, then turned back, looking at Wang Lu to ask, "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine," Wang Lu said, shaking out his arms. "Do you have any idea who they are? The moment we discovered something was amiss with the rockery, they showed up."

Shen Lian shook his head. "They seem to be using the martial arts of the frontier army."

Wang Lu nodded. At that moment, Shen Lian glanced past the Embroidered Uniform Guards setting up their perimeter and the Eastern Depot agents shouting for the pursuit of the two intruders, stepping closer to lower his voice. "What on earth is going on with Guo Zhen this time? Does this have anything to do with you?"

Wang Lu did not answer directly, instead posing a question: "Guo Zhen's nine servants and two concubines were all murdered, along with the Embroidered Uniform Guards and a crowd of unidentified fellows who met violent deaths. Do you think I would commit such a slaughter?"

Shen Lian nodded. "Indeed, it's not your style. I don't care to meddle in these affairs, but if you need help, just say the word."

"I will." Wang Lu smiled. Strictly speaking, he couldn't be considered to have saved Shen Lian's life.

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