bdsm-fiction Chapter 165 Inevitable Defeat
Chapter 165 Inevitable Defeat
These words were whispered into his ear by Lin Tian.
"What?! You want your master? This... this is unacceptable!" King Han An was stunned and almost lost his composure. He quickly lowered his voice, "Is your master also a swordsman? But... but he clearly has the spirit of Legalism, a refined and cultured person!" He paused, then looked at Lin Tian and Ying Zheng with a half-serious, half-joking smile, "Besides, swords have no eyes. This gentleman looks even more frail than the young lady."
Lin Tian suddenly stood up, his gaze piercing Xuan Jian: "He is a swordsman, but—only a swordsman."
Before he finished speaking, his voice, sharp as metal, declared: "I will take this match. He will surely lose."
He did this on purpose, just to force Xuan Jian to draw his sword. Sure enough, Xuan Jian looked up and his cold eyes were like ice cracking in a frozen lake, a chilling killing intent rushing towards him.
Xuan Jian stared intently at Lin Tian, his eyes surging with ferocity and rage, as if he had been lashed hard by an invisible whip.
The Han officials in the hall immediately erupted in a buzz of discussion, whispering among themselves:
"The guard brought out by the Marquis in Blood Robes exudes a bloodthirsty aura just from his posture; he is no ordinary person!"
"Hmph! Isn't Qin far too arrogant? They actually use my Han territory as a training ground?"
"A mere Legalist youth, even if he were the Qin King's teacher, could he possibly wield a spear and club? He's utterly ignorant of his own limitations!"
"He's incredibly arrogant! Let's see how Blood-Clad Marquis's men will shatter his arrogance!"
Han Fei and Zhang Liang sat across from each other, their eyes meeting, both filled with a deep and solemn expression—not the interest of watching a spectacle, but the breathlessness before an impending storm.
Han Fei was restless at this moment, feeling as if a red-hot iron ingot was pressing on his heart—he sensed the unusual sharpness emanating from Lin Tian and actually volunteered to fight!
What shocked him even more was that Ying Zheng didn't summon Gai Nie, but instead chose Lin Tian.
Han Fei knew this Brother Lin all too well—always arrogant and unruly, often ignoring even the king's orders. How could he suddenly obey Ying Zheng's commands? The more he thought about it, the more anxious he became, his gaze fixed intently on the guard who had suddenly appeared beside the Blood-Clad Marquis. Though he didn't know the man's name or face, the man's posture was sharp and his aura profound—he was no ordinary servant!
Upon further reflection: today's state banquet was originally organized by Marquis Xueyi; and King Han already knew that Ying Zheng would personally attend the banquet in Xinzheng...
Each and every one of these matters, like a tangled mess of hemp, gets tighter and tighter the more you try to untangle it, the heavier it becomes.
"King Han, I have no objection to what you have said—life and death are determined by fate, and I will not shirk my responsibility."
"Huh?" King Han was caught off guard. His smile froze on his lips. He was caught between a rock and a hard place. With the eyes of all the guests in the hall fixed on him, he was speechless for a moment.
Who is Lin Tian?!
Before Han Wang An could speak again, he flicked his sleeves, strode to his seat, and went straight to the center of the banquet. His gaze pierced Hei Bai Xuan Jian like lightning: "Stop with your tricks! Xuan Jian—I know better than you what you're up to! He's right here, don't even think about making a move!"
Xuan Jian?!
Han Wang'an's brows furrowed suddenly, his gaze turning cold as he abruptly turned to Blood-Clad Marquis, his voice as icy as ice: "Blood-Clad Marquis, what exactly does this mean? Just now you called him Xuanji, and now you're calling him Xuanjian? Who exactly is this person?!"
The Blood-Clad Marquis was already in a bind, so he merely bowed slightly, his tone steady yet perfunctory: "Your Majesty, he is but a common swordsman from humble origins, and it is only natural that his name is somewhat obscure. I invited him here to spar with the Qin Sword Saint, Gai Nie, on the ultimate techniques of the Ghost Valley School… Guards, quickly present the Xuanjian Twin Swords!"
Han Wang An choked, unable to reply. How could a king publicly rebuke someone? Besides, what the Blood-Clad Marquis said seemed reasonable—what truly frustrated him was Bai Yifei's increasing blatant audacity, no longer even bothering to conceal his deception. The "Crimson-Eyebrowed Dragon and Snake" incident had already sown seeds of resentment in his heart, and now, anger was simmering within him. He was determined to teach Bai Yifei a lesson after the banquet!
Yan Lingji, seated to Li Wu's right, paused slightly upon hearing the name "Xuan Jian." She turned to look at the man in black and softly asked Li Wu, "Is he the legendary Black and White Twin Swordsman? The most ruthless killing god of Qin? The one who accompanied you Eight Linglong to Han this time?"
Li Wu didn't even lift her eyelids, her voice as cold as frost: "Too many questions, too much chatter—I won't answer."
"Oh... I understand." Yan Lingji slowly brushed aside her long hair that fell to her chest, her gaze sweeping across the scene, a slight smile playing on her lips. "He's in a much worse situation now than you were back then."
"Hmph! What does it have to do with me?"
While the two were exchanging sharp words, Zi Nu and Nong Yu had already tacitly understood each other, each lowering their eyes, their gazes calm and undisturbed.
Han Fei tensed his entire body, his knuckles turned white, his pupils shrank to a point, and he stared intently at the scene before him—he sensed that the storm was about to strike.
Black and white Xuanjian appeared, and Ying Zheng was right in front of them!
Han Fei was not afraid that he could actually succeed in the assassination—Lin Tian would never allow this to happen.
How dare the Blood-Clad Marquis orchestrate this scheme when he knew Lin Tian was unfathomable?!
That leaves only one possibility—Ying Zheng was not their target at all!
Han Fei's right hand was clenched tightly, his palm was damp and slippery, and beads of sweat dripped silently through his fingers. Zhang Liang sat quietly to the side, having already taken in his expression.
The various possibilities that the two had repeatedly considered before were now rapidly piecing together in Zhang Liang's mind. However, unlike Han Fei, he wasn't anxious. Instead, he gazed at Lin Tian, a confident smile appearing in his eyes, and softly recited:
"The game is about to collapse; only Brother Lin can break it!"
Blood-Clad Marquis's men retrieved a pair of black and white swords, their cold light gleaming. Lin Tian glanced at them, then suddenly laughed heartily: "One of the Eight Swords of the King of Yue, it does suit the name of your twin swords. Alas—the sword is a divine weapon, but the wielder still lacks a bit of skill."
"Please enlighten me, sir!"
Xuan Jian's face remained expressionless, but his eyes burned like two eerie flames, cold, fierce, and surging with long-suppressed humiliation.
This was the first time in his life that someone had publicly stripped him bare and mocked him relentlessly—the voice clearly evoked memories of broken blades and bones from the bloody battles of the past.
With a flick of his wrist, the black sheath suddenly cracked!
A jet-black longsword shot out from the sky, its sword energy sweeping across the land like a raging tide, making the entire hall seem as if it had been shaved an inch thinner.
Lin Tian felt relieved and thought to himself, "Innate sword intent... This person is indeed far superior to Gai Nie and Wei Zhuang at this moment. He has already touched the threshold of the legendary realm and can be considered outstanding."
However, for Lin Tian, who had already stepped into the legendary fourth realm, this level of skill was still far from enough!
His divine power had long been formed, but because his internal strength had not yet transformed into true essence, he had not truly entered the ranks of mythology.
Lin Tian glanced at Hei Bai Xuan Jian, shook his head slightly, and said in a tone as indifferent as a breeze across a mountain: "You're too green—I'll let you make the first move."
These words caused an uproar! Apart from a few people who knew the truth, everyone else was dumbfounded. Such blatant contempt and overwhelming certainty sent chills down their spines and made their throats tighten.
Han Wang'an's lips twitched, his eyes staring blankly at Lin Tian, as if he were looking at a crazy person who didn't know what was going on, but he couldn't point it out because of his status.
Meanwhile, everyone at Zilanxuan tacitly agreed on one thing: Hei Bai Xuan Jian was doomed to defeat.